I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

Chapter 147

I truly appreciated Alec’s genuine concern, but I was determined. “Is there anything else?”

“Hm? Anything else?” Alec responded.

“An expedition journal, for example.”

Alec did not answer me immediately. His intense fervor, almost like madness, subsided, and his desperation dissipated like fog.

When Professor Alec’s calm demeanor returned, he turned away from me dismissively.

“...You may leave for today.”

“Professor...”

“I’ll see you in class three days from now,” he said. His tone was so firm that I was left with no choice but to comply.

Reluctantly, I nodded. “I’ll see you then.”

***

When your mind is at war, sometimes the best choice is to just walk without thinking. To let your gaze wander wherever it may, to let your steps fall freely and your arms swing loosely.

After leaving Alec’s lab, I wandered the academy with no real destination in mind.

My eyes roamed aimlessly. The sky was beautiful, as was the river. Even the well-paved roads, the well-maintained street lights, and the buildings beyond were pretty.

It would be hard to find any place as beautiful anywhere in the capital.

Eventually, I found a bench along my path. I sat down on it and stared up at the blue sky for a moment.

Spirit Mountain, known as the Continent’s Worst Demon Zone...

Its survival rate was less than 0.1%. It was a cursed land that left trespassers in a state where they could neither live nor die.

I felt like I was starting to understand, if only indirectly, what kind of place it truly was.

...So this is why he wanted me to find out for myself.

I finally understood the Lord of Blood and Iron’s intention.

Sometimes, the weight of words isn’t in the words themselves but in who delivers them. This was one of those times.

If the Duke had been the one to explain the dangers of Spirit Mountain, it would not have been so impactful.

But...

Oddly enough, my resolve didn’t falter. Instead, my desire to go to the mountain flared.

Am I going a little crazy too?

I chuckled to myself as I tried to sort through my thoughts.

Alec had a journal from his expedition to Spirit Mountain. I was certain.

The tools and old publications in his lab, the photo, the books, documents, beakers filled with mysterious solutions, and even parts of unidentified creatures' bodies...

All of it, in one way or another, was definitely related to Spirit Mountain.

If that was the case, perhaps Spirit Mountain was also the underlying reason Alec spoke of the Empire’s doom.

Doom, huh...

Doom wasn’t necessarily grand or far off.

If the Six Demon Lords were to fully manifest into their true forms, it would mark the beginning of the end.

I paused for a moment, my mind catching on a particular detail.

The photo...

The monster’s face had been so overwhelming that I only just now realized...

There’d been a sun in that photo, a sun that was dyed black.

An unnatural eclipse, one of the signs of a demon lord’s summoning.

In that case... could a demon lord have already been summoned on Spirit Mountain?

Grooowl...

Ah. I was wondering why I couldn’t think straight, but it’s because I’m so hungry. Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten since last night...

First things first, let’s get something to fill this stomach.

In an academy this big, there should be more than one place to eat. If I asked someone for directions, I should find something quickly...

But instead, I decided to wander, searching for a dining hall as though I was exploring.

Even though this place was called an academy, there were many people other than students here. From gardeners to cooks to guards, servants, staff members, and even what looked to be family members.

It was fair to say that Kartell Academy was like a small village.

After walking around for a bit, I came across a place that felt more like an actual village than the academy grounds with its overly fancy structures.

So this is the shopping district.

Remembering something the headmaster had mentioned, I strolled down the street, knowing my pockets were full.

It turned out that the shopping district had more than just food. There were bookstores and general stores and clothing stores and even blacksmiths and magic shops.

Prices were relatively high, but that made sense given that most of the academy’s students came from rich families.

Coincidentally, it was lunchtime, so the streets were filled with students, and I could smell many delicious foods being cooked.

Today, however, I felt the urge to escape the hustle and the noise, so I found myself searching for someplace quieter.

After wandering through the back alleys for a few minutes, I finally stumbled upon a place with just the right atmosphere.

It was a tavern with a rather bizarre name, “Your Mom’s Trumpet Sound.”

I was filled with a sense of nostalgia. For some reason, the name reminded me of the taverns in the southern regions.

Ring.

“Welcome!” a gruff voice greeted me as I entered.

The inside was dimly lit by the barest amount of sunlight, just the way I liked it.

I settled down on a seat and placed my order. “I’d like your best dish and a drink.”

“We don’t serve alcohol during the day,” the owner replied.

“Oh, really? It surely felt like nighttime a minute ago,” I insisted, flicking a silver coin into the air.

With a practiced motion, the owner snatched the coin midair and drew the curtains over the sunlit window.

“The days have certainly been getting shorter lately.”

The owner disappeared into the kitchen and I glanced around, curious about what kind of meal I’d be served.

It was quiet, but not completely deserted. There was a couple dining quietly, their utensils clinking softly against their plates.

I also spotted a familiar face.

“Urmph...”

Butterfly Goodspring was shoving a sausage into her already quite full mouth.

Then we made eye contact. Butterfly choked on her food and quickly chewed and swallowed what remained before awkwardly greeting me. “...Hellow,” she said.

“Hey.”

I wasn’t really in the mood to chat, which was why I’d come all the way to this remote place. I definitely hadn’t expected to run into a familiar face.

At least it’s not someone I’m close with.

Butterfly’s words reminded me of the brief encounter I’d had with Sellen Goodspring at the Rose Mansion.

—...H-hello...? I mean... Sir Luan...?

—O-or is it... former fiancé?

“You know, about your sister—”

“...!”

At this moment, Butterfly suddenly jumped up from her seat and exclaimed, “Big Brother Luan...! You didn’t see me here! Us meeting here must stay a secret!”

“What?”

Butterfly didn’t even bother to answer. She just shoved a sausage into her mouth and hurried out the back door.

Almost immediately, the front door opened, revealing yet another familiar face.

“...”

It was Barter Goodspring.

Everything from his appearance to his attire contrasted sharply with the shabby tavern. He surveyed the area until his gaze landed on me, and when it did, his eyes lit up with surprise.

“You are...”

I didn’t want to get involved, so I took a sip of my drink without saying anything.

“Drinking in broad daylight? Bednicker always manages to surprise me in the most unexpected ways.”

“Care for a drink?” I offered, shaking my half-empty beer mug.

Barter smirked. “You can have it all.”

“...”

“By the way, did my younger sibling happen to be here?”

“Sellen? I’m not sure.”

“Hmm.”

Barter’s gaze fell to the table where Butterfly had been sitting. A piece of cold sausage remained on a plate.

“Well, if you haven’t seen her, that’s unfortunate. If you do happen to see her, please tell her I’m looking for her.”

“Sure thing,” I replied.

Barter smiled widely and walked away.

Seeing him and his buttery smile had me feeling a bit queasy, so I downed the rest of my beer in one go and called out, “Owner! Another round over here!”

***

Two uneventful days passed just like that.

I mostly stayed in my room because I had only signed up for one class, so there wasn't much reason to venture out.

I was not, however, particularly bored.

During the day, I immersed myself in practicing my cultivation, and at night, I trained the power of my divine beast. That was enough to keep me occupied.

I was undergoing something of a growth spurt.

Watching my inner energy swell day by day felt exhilarating. I almost wanted to go find a sunny, secluded spot and do nothing but focus on my cultivation for a whole year.

Unfortunately, I had too many responsibilities to attend to, so that wasn’t an option. Still, I didn’t stay locked away all the time. Whenever it was time to eat, I would lazily crawl out to the dining hall.

Whenever I ran into the other young heroes, we would exchange greetings and get caught up.

According to Pam, I was the only one who had chosen just one class. While no one had signed up for a whopping fifteen classes like her, it seemed the others were taking at least four or five.

On average, even if they had a lot of classes, it occurred two or three times a week, so it didn’t seem too heavy a workload to have a successful academy life.

To be honest, I shouldn’t be this leisurely. As Sellen had told me to do, I needed to keep an eye on Glenn.

“...If you know that, why are you here?”

“That’s a very good question.”

I was here at Your Mom’s Trumpet Sound again, having another meal. The prices weren’t the cheapest, but for “Luan, who became rich at sixteen,” they posed no problem.

Sellen had no classes today, so she’d decided to join me to exchange information.

“I have no idea where Prince Glenn lives, not to mention that I have no method of contacting him. But I do have historical geography tomorrow, so I can ask him then.”

“Well, aren’t you breezy and carefree.”

“Cut me some slack, that guy is oddly difficult. Putting aside his royal status, I can’t figure out what he’s up to.”

At that, Sellen burst into laughter. “Difficult, you say? At least you can have a conversation with him. I’m... ha, honestly about to die.”

“Was it... Princess Ferith? Why? Is she difficult to be around?”

“She’s—”

At this moment, the tavern door flew open.

Standing there, backlit by the bright light from the outside, was a girl draped entirely in darkness.

I stared, curious who it was this time...

The girl scanned the room and, in a voice like she was performing in a theater, called out, “Is, by any chance, my dear friend Sellen Goodspring here?”

Sellen flinched and very slowly raised her hand.

“...I am here, Your Highness.”

“Oh my, so you were here.”

The girl, apparently the princess, began to laugh.

In her arms, she held a rather large doll. She looked down at it and said, “See, Deathberry. I told you we’d find her here.”

As I stared at her in bewilderment, the princess spoke again. “My dearest friend Sellen, you mentioned you’d show me a fine restaurant. Was it this place, by any chance?”

“...Yes, it is.”

“Hmph. It’s dank and dark... I feel like I’ll have a rush of inspiration. I like it.”

Then her gaze shifted toward me.

“And you are?”

“...I’m Luan Bednicker.”

“Oh my, a Bednicker.” With a bright smile, the princess moved her doll while saying, “Did you hear that, Deathberry? It’s a Bednicker. You should say hello too. ...‘Hi! Mean-looking Bednicker! I’m Deathberry.’ Hohoho. Now, now, Deathberry, it’s rude to say such a thing to someone you just met.”

The doll in the princess’s arms greeted me with a little bow, and... the princess looked at me expectantly, clearly waiting for something.

“...”

“...”

“...Hello, Deathberry.”

“Hehehe,” the princess laughed, clearly pleased.

I felt Sellen slowly turn to look at me, her gaze half dead. I could almost see the tears in her eyes. I could only nod and give her a small smile in sympathy.

Glenn really was a saint.

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