Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 234 (Part 2):
Helmut tilted his head.
“I’ve heard rumors that the High Priests haven’t arrived in Rinosa yet.”
“Then something might have happened on the way.”
There was a way to track their whereabouts through Talon. But that wasn’t a good method. It would raise suspicions in Talon.
Questions about why Helmut was curious about the High Priests’ whereabouts.
‘Where on earth did they go? Has there been anything recently that would draw the attention of the temple?’
Alea also wondered. She soon spoke as if she had made up her mind.
“I’ll head to Rinosa as soon as possible.”
Alea’s eyes deepened. She had to find out.
Heike, being an Archmage, might have a way to discover something.
The final exams were now over, and Alea was on vacation. It wouldn’t be long until they met again.
Alea added with a smile.
“Good luck in the finals.”
*
Now the dormitory was empty.
Loen Academy, which hadn’t produced even a single finalist, had already left the dormitory in a dejected state.
Without leaving any greetings.
In this aspect, the academies of Baden didn’t show much unity.
Their competitive spirit was clearly evident. Because there was a sense of ranking each other, there were no gestures like shaking hands and saying, “Let’s have a fair competition.”
In contrast, Greta Academy’s achievements were remarkable.
In the senior tournament, Leon succeeded in advancing to the finals, while Nils failed.
Nils stayed at the dormitory to spar with Leon, who still had matches left, and left the dormitory yesterday.
It was vacation, so they couldn’t stay in Ratona indefinitely.
During vacation, they could finally enjoy freedom away from the academy. Everyone had their own lives.
Instructor Patricia joked,
“It’s good for the academy that the students are doing so well, but for us, it means we have to work through the vacation.”
“Well, it’s all for the best,” Professor Luxen responded with a laugh.
On the Matesis Academy side, they seemed to have something to boast about, having one finalist in the senior tournament.
All other students except for him left the dormitory immediately.
The faculty remained, but they seemed to be avoiding the Greta Academy faculty.
They too must have had to admit it. That the current Greta Academy’s sword department was superior to that of Matesis Academy.
Now the dormitory was quiet. It would become completely silent after the finals. Because everyone would leave this place.
Helmut thought about where he would stay after the finals. He could stay at an inn, but it would be too exposed.
This dormitory felt more private.
‘I hope Rinosa will provide separate accommodation or allow me to stay here.’
He intended to request it as a privilege of the winner.
If not, even through Charlotte.
Helmut looked forward to the final match with neither a heavy nor light heart.
*
The day before the finals, Michael finally managed to get out of bed.
His physical condition was still not very good. He felt languid and tired.
It was frustrating to have a body that absolutely shouldn’t overexert itself, but he had gotten used to it.
‘This time was a bit long.’
Due to the fever that prevented his head from working properly, he couldn’t attend to his duties properly.
In fact, he hadn’t done anything for the past few days. If the Grand Duke knew this fact, he might reconsider Michael’s disqualification as his successor.
Michael knew that the Grand Duke was scoring his children.
Charlotte had an absolute advantage that Michael didn’t have. Swordsmanship and health.
‘At least, if I could just avoid falling ill like this.’
Michael frowned. It was something that Michael, who was used to handling all situations as he wished, couldn’t control.
The act of becoming healthy.
Still, it was definitely better than when he was younger and couldn’t leave his sickbed. It was thanks to the magic and expensive, good medicines that were poured into him.
Michael got up. It was time to assess the situation.
Well-organized reports were placed by his bedside, ready to be viewed at any time.
As he skimmed through the reports, Michael frowned.
As he had intended, his mother had consistently watched Charlotte’s matches.
It seems she was concerned about Charlotte, who was fighting in dangerous matches, while rejecting Michael who tried to keep his mother by his side with the excuse of being sick.
It would be troublesome if her heart leaned towards Charlotte.
But he wasn’t worried. Michael knew how to draw his mother’s heart to himself.
‘The finals, huh.’
Time had passed without him properly seeing the tournament he had prepared.
Michael’s eyes fixed on the names of the finalists in the junior comprehensive swordsmanship tournament.
Charlotte and Helmut.
‘Helmut…’
A name that strangely caught his attention. He didn’t know why. Tilting his head, Michael calmly decided.
‘I should attend.’
Everything would become clear when he saw with his own eyes.