Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 340 (Part 2):

Killing a commoner rarely brought consequences for a noble. They would simply flee to the Empire once the deed was done.

So they stationed themselves around Baden, observing and waiting.

Of course, they had brought along knights from their noble houses and hired mercenaries—underestimating Asuka’s skills would have been foolish.

However, after graduating from Greta Academy, Asuka did not leave Baden.

Or more accurately, they couldn’t confirm his whereabouts. No one had seen him leave the city.

‘Could he have escaped using magic?’

That would explain things, though it was frustrating. Asuka had surely made plenty of enemies, so such caution was plausible. Yet even they didn’t know where Asuka originally came from.

Sabbat and Jerome lingered in Baden, hoping to find a lead.

But like Helmut, Asuka’s trail was cold.

‘Should we give up?’

Swallowing their grudge and rage, they eventually left Baden.

Their path that day was nothing more than coincidence—or perhaps a cruel twist of fate.

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The sound of galloping hooves echoed across the road.

In the distance, two riders approached on horseback. It was Asuka and Sian, heading toward Baden.

‘It’s them!’

Sabbat’s eyes widened. Four years had passed, but the faces were unmistakable.

Asuka had grown taller, his boyish features maturing into a sharper, more masculine appearance. Yet his blue hair and sharp, upward-tilting eyes were instantly recognizable.

Sabbat turned to Jerome, who also stared in shock, his face pale but filled with intensity.

“Jerome, we’ve found them.”

“Yes.”

A malicious grin spread across both their faces, a twisted mixture of joy and murderous intent. It felt like divine providence—a chance to make their revenge a reality.

Today, Asuka would pay for what he had done four years ago.

“Now!”

Whoosh! Swish swish swish!

With the signal, multiple arrows were fired directly at them.

A rain of arrows, mercilessly shot as if hunting deer. Sian, caught off guard while riding, was startled.

“What the—?!”

Clang! Asuka’s sword lightly deflected the arrows aimed at Sian.

“Idiot, summon your spirits. You almost died just now?”

Snapped out of his daze by Asuka’s scolding, Sian quickly called upon his spirits.

The sound of metal clashing against metal reverberated as Asuka nonchalantly blocked the incoming arrows.

Despite the ambush, his expression remained composed. His calmness and reflexes far outclassed Sian’s.

“What kind of crazy bastards attack without warning. Bandits?”

“No ordinary bandits would open with arrows. Killing the horses would ruin their loot.”

Even in this chaos, Sian’s logic was sound.

Once Sian summoned his spirits, a protective barrier formed, and no arrow could penetrate their vicinity. Even the horses calmed under the spirits’ influence.

Both Sian and Asuka looked ahead, where their attackers were gathered in formation. Asuka muttered under his breath.

“Not bandits.”

“No, they’re too well-equipped.”

The attackers’ polished armor and disciplined posture spoke of trained soldiers. This was no petty ambush—it was something far more troubling.

One man stepped forward and called out in a commanding voice.

“Asuka of Greta Academy’s Swordsmanship Department.”

The deep voice echoed. Asuka and Sian stared blankly at the speaker.

He had a greasy, unpleasant look, his face unfamiliar yet somehow vaguely recognizable. Both of them quickly reached the same conclusion.

“A noble,” Sian said dryly.

“Someone who holds a grudge against you. I certainly don’t have any enemies.”

The certainty in Sian’s voice was almost comical. Asuka gave him an incredulous look but couldn’t argue the point.

Asuka called out.

“Who are you?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

Sabbat Rugal’s face twisted with frustration as Jerome stepped forward.

“But I’m sure you remember me, Asuka. I’ve come to settle the score.”

Jerome’s words stirred a faint memory in Asuka’s mind.

Had he dealt with this one before? Perhaps around four years ago? It was hard to recall specifics.

After meeting Helmut and later rising to the top of the Swordsmanship Department, Asuka had led a relatively quiet life.

Yet as he stared at Jerome, the faint memory began to crystallize.

“Ah, I don’t bother remembering weaklings.”

Asuka grinned. It was his characteristic aggressive smile.

” Especially losers. They’re not worth remembering.”

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