Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 265 (Part 2):
Charlotte suddenly thought of her parents. And Michael, her angelic-faced brother who harbored a viper inside.
‘It’s been a long time since I’ve seen them.’
Charlotte had never returned to Renosa during holidays since she came back to Greta Academy four years ago on that day.
Once they confirmed their differences in intentions, there was no point in going back.
Her mother would try to change Charlotte’s mind, and facing Michael would only result in him trying to read Charlotte’s inner thoughts.
Charlotte abandoned herself as the Duchess of Renosa. Ignoring all contact from Renosa, she lived solely for one goal.
She has no regrets about not looking back at Renosa. She only feels concerned about not being able to check on her father’s health, who had recovered from a critical condition.
Ironically, although her father was the Grand Duke of Renosa, he didn’t partake in the crimes committed by Michael and her mother.
‘If His Grace the Grand Duke had been awake…’
It’s a meaningless assumption. The Grand Duke of Renosa is known for his coolheadedness.
The result wouldn’t have changed, but it’s also true that he wasn’t in a position to decide anything anyway.
Charlotte fiddled with the will and then put it down. Rather than having her resolve shaken by news delivered later, it was better to leave nothing behind.
Having firmed her resolve, Charlotte put her hand inside her cloak. She felt the solid sword handle in her cloak.
A sword preciously kept in a cloak with space expansion magic.
Charlotte’s original sword was at her waist, and the sword in her cloak wasn’t Charlotte’s. It was a sword that had lost its owner.
‘Helmut’s.’
Also, the legacy of the Sword Saint Darien.
Charlotte had smuggled that sword out of Renosa. It was to return it to its owner.
Fortunately, the sword hadn’t been disposed of yet. It would have been right to melt the sword, if only to erase the traces.
‘…To its original owner.’
She will definitely return it. Charlotte once again strengthened her resolve.
“Well now, if you’re all ready, let’s depart. The food you just ate will protect your body from demonic energy and activate your physical abilities for about ten days. It’s better to be in the Forest of Roots when the drug effects are stronger, don’t you think?”
Everyone stood up from their seats with grim faces at Antiol’s words.
A magic circle was drawn on the floor of his spacious research room.
Unfamiliar characters and shapes intricately engraved, not belonging to a mage. It was an exact copy of a sacred magic circle.
“Everyone, step up. It’s better to depart quickly, as lingering will only complicate your feelings. I’m also in the best condition right now.”
Antiol spoke calmly as if he was going for a walk. His eyes, realizing long years of research, were serious rather than excited.
Everyone stepped onto the magic circle and stood close together.
The arrival point was not random, but a certain place close to the sacred barrier. It was a precaution.
If the Forest of Roots turns out to be more dangerous than expected in the worst-case scenario, they would need to escape through the sacred barrier.
Alea warned for the last time.
“Take care of your own life. Never let your guard down.”
Soon, the magic circle was dyed in a bright white light.
*
The process of entering the sacred barrier was smoother than expected.
It felt like casting an ordinary teleportation spell.
Falling from mid-air, they quickly regained their senses and landed on the ground.
Thud, tap, thud!
“We’ve arrived properly.”
Alea was the first to speak. Unlike Antiol’s bright domain, the surroundings were noticeably gloomy.
The sky was ashen, and the sparsely scattered trees around them were all tall with lush foliage on their branches.
And not far behind them, along with the aura of holy power, was an opaque white wall. It was the sacred barrier.
“How is everyone’s condition?”
Three voices spoke in succession.
“I’m fine.”
“I’m okay too.”
“Me too.”
“Then, wait a moment.”
While Alea cast a small concealment spell around them, Asuka, who had looked around, asked excitedly,
“Hey, hey, it’s really a dense forest, isn’t it? No wonder it’s called the ‘Forest’ of Roots.”
“The air quality is really bad. It feels like we’ve come to a place from a terrifying legend.”
“Yeah, so this is the Forest of Roots where those demonic beasts are said to be swarming?”
Asuka snorted.
“Don’t wet yourself out of fear.”
“Who’s wetting themselves?”
Both of them speaking looked paler than usual. Alea, who had cast the concealment spell, opened her mouth.
“Keep your voices down. This is a dangerous place. Don’t let your tension drop. Sian, take this.”
Alea took out a large pouch from her cloak and handed it over. Sian, who opened it, muttered,
“Magic stones? Why these?”
“From now on, replenish your magic power with magic stones. We should absorb as little demonic energy as possible, even considering our exit. It will be an obstacle when passing through the barrier. Vis can’t be replenished with magic stones, so it will have to absorb demonic energy, but those two swordsmen should be able to pass through the barrier in most cases.”
“In other words, you and I have a lower chance of escaping from the Forest of Roots.”
“The longer we stay in the Forest of Roots, the lower that possibility becomes. So we should hope to meet Helmut as soon as possible.”
There’s no one here to ask for directions, or to inquire about Helmut’s whereabouts.
Finding Helmut in this vast Forest of Roots was like finding a needle in a haystack.
“The demonic energy is very dense. Everyone, let’s move.”
Alea and Charlotte took the lead side by side, and Sian followed behind, bringing out the dark spirit.
The dark spirit plays a role in enhancing the effect of the concealment spell. Asuka took the rear.
Now the adventure was beginning.
However, that adventure would soon face a very dangerous and new phase.
Due to the appearance of a certain being.