Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 212 (Part 1):
“Helmut, take care and make sure to win it!”
“See you next year!”
In the morning, Asuka and Sian kept waving their hands.
Though they still had exams left, it didn’t matter to spend time like this.
Their second-place positions were virtually guaranteed anyway.
When he returns, the new semester would have started. The winds blowing in Baden may have changed a bit by then.
‘Though it’s not even certain if I’ll return.’
There was nothing certain about himself, but at least they were here. And Alea too.
At that moment, he felt a gaze from an upper window. Something like a purple shard sparkled by the window.
She must be looking down from there.
They had shared enough greetings last night. Even if they couldn’t see each other’s faces, they could still keep in touch.
Alea had said she would contact him.
Helmut lowered his gaze from there. Four people were waiting by the prepared carriage.
“How brazen of you to be the last one here.”
Leon clicked his tongue with a confrontational tone.
His behavior, even in front of the instructor, was without hesitation because he had that much standing in the swordsmanship department.
He had a face filled with resentment towards Helmut. He seemed full of determination to make the upcoming journey exhausting.
It didn’t matter. It didn’t bother him much.
Just, it was a pity. Helmut contained the rising murderous intent.
‘Killing him would be problematic. After all, he is the academy’s representative.’
How about disguising it as an accident? No, there might be high priests at their destination.
Without Alea accompanying him, a perfect cover-up would be impossible.
He might step on him if the opportunity arose, but he couldn’t kill him. Especially because of the Seed of Darkness.
‘An opportunity will come.’
He knew from past experiences that such people were persistent.
His conflicted heart settled back into calm. A peacefulness familiar to Helmut.
He also knew it was useless to conflict.
Most situations he faced were ones he found answers to only after confronting them.
The only things to trust were his body and sword. If he stayed true to the path ahead, a conclusion would arrive.
Instructor Patricia interrupted the conflict as if to prevent it.
“Everyone, get on the carriage quickly. We allotted extra time in case of any variables, but we have no more time to waste.”
Though it was a long journey, the luggage was piled high, the number of people was not many.
One professor from the magic department and two instructors from the swordsmanship department were accompanying.
A total of seven people.
Three carriages awaited them. The two swordsmanship instructors were Patricia and Alan.
It seemed their relationship was still undisclosed.
Or perhaps they thought it more appropriate to go together because of their relationship.
Professor Luxen from the magic department looked at Helmut.
“You’re the student who took my Understanding of Magic class in the first semester?”
“Yes.”
“Your answers were impressive, I remember. Of course, your handsome face too. I didn’t expect you to be the top student of the swordsmanship department. Your answers were so good for someone from the swordsmanship department that I wondered if you chose the wrong field.”
Helmut recalled the answer he had written.
Was it about the power of darkness? At that time, Helmut had written an answer that opposed the temple.
Being a mage, he might not care about it, but Helmut wondered if he had noticed something, and glanced at him.
He couldn’t read any specific intention from the smiling old professor.
“What are you saying? Professor Luxen, Helmut is the treasure of the swordsmanship department.”
Instructor Patricia quickly cut in as if not to let anyone covet him.
“Helmut is such a model student that he must have diligently responded even in written exams.”
“Haha! Is that so. It’s not easy to get such good grades in my class without being a student of the magic department…”
After exchanging a few more words of praise for Helmut, they got into the carriage.
Leon also got on the carriage with a face as if he had bitten a bug.
It was the first time he had experienced not being the center of attention in front of the instructors in a gathering of students.
Helmut happened to be in the same carriage as Instructor Patricia and Charlotte, whom Alea had warned him to avoid.
“Nice to meet you, senior.”
Charlotte bowed her head in greeting.
She was polite but not servile. She maintained her dignity while being respectful.
She was definitely not a commoner. Then what position among the nobility?
Helmut couldn’t easily guess.
“Do you have something to say to me?”
Sensing his gaze, Charlotte asked with wide eyes.
She and Helmut looked very alike. But unlike Helmut’s sharp impression, Charlotte had a neat yet somewhat gentle face.
There was no coldness that repelled others in her. Was it because of her character?
“Nothing.”
It would be troublesome to cause any misunderstanding. At any rate, Charlotte had no inkling about Helmut’s true identity.
Though he wouldn’t have any reason to like Charlotte, he had to consider the possibility that she might have a liking for him.