Chapter 193: Lengthy-Distance Transit Magic

In Magenta Corridor, the place laboratories primarily centered on evaluation had been clustered, the highest flooring was house to Professor Reynold’s lab.

Now, with out Professor Reynold’s identify, room 505 displayed a plaque and remained brightly illuminated, even at the hours of darkness.

Although it’s daytime, the lab’s exercise was as intense as throughout the night time. The lab members appeared worn out. Orphans, freedmen, and serfs gathered on the finish of the desk; their motivations for pursuing academia had been as various as their backgrounds and statuses.

One, having endured 200 years of slavery to turn out to be a freedman, sought goal in his sole life. Whether or not for recognition or to not be neglected, even a bastard son desired acknowledgment from his father, a noble from the Home of Rien.

Therefore, no two people within the lab shared the identical background or motive for his or her presence.

All of this was orchestrated by Varian, the senior instructing assistant of room 505.

Teleportation, a magic getting ready to being forgotten by historical past.

As soon as the analysis was accomplished, it promised not solely wealth but additionally immense honor. His identify could be inscribed on the base of the monument on the central victory highway, one of many highest accolades one may obtain.

Because of this, room 505 continued its operations as typical, even with out a professor to guide the analysis. Upon nearer examination, it appeared even busier than earlier than.

“Mr. Varian, I’ve simply completed checking out what we obtained this morning. I’ll depart it on desk 2.”

“Thanks, Rachel.”

Varian, the driving power behind the lab and the senior instructing assistant, picked up the stack of papers with a indifferent contact.

Flap-

It had been almost a month since Professor Reynold was attacked by an assailant. It was time to nominate a brand new professor, however no appropriate candidates met Varian’s approval, leaving a bitter smile on his face.

‘An 8-star magician from a prestigious navy household… When will we discover somebody like that once more?’

Professor Reynold Dras was a uncommon breed, not simply in Magenta Corridor however throughout the academy. He got here from a great household, had a pleasing character, and his notable private magical achievements had raised Varian’s expectations. Sadly, he was unable to resist the grand currents and ended up damaged.

Varian turned the pages with a dry contact. Rustle- Rustle- His actions carried the expertise of age, exuding the air of a leisurely raised noble.

Unaware of what the longer term held, Varian sighed deeply, a second uncharacteristic of him.

Blink-

The ether lamps hanging within the battlefield swayed as if encountering an odd present.

Did somebody open a window? One of many researchers thought so and regarded in direction of the window, however solely a firmly shut window met their centered gaze.

Blink- Blink-

“Why is it like that?”

“Who turned on the ventilator?”

“…Is somebody enjoying a prank? We’re busy sufficient as it’s.”

Thus, the lab members stopped their work and regarded up on the dangling ether lamps. There was no wind, nor was anybody utilizing telekinetic magic for a prank; what sort of ghostly act was this?

“Mr. Varian! It appears I would like to move over to the administration constructing.”

Rachel, along with her blonde hair clumsily organized and searching fairly plain, felt one thing wanted to be completed and stared at Varian’s seat.

“Shall I vacate the seat…?”

Nevertheless, within the route she regarded, deep contained in the lab, there was nobody to be discovered.

“Mr. Varian?”

Rachel swallowed nervously and got down to discover the one that had simply been perusing the paperwork. The chair he had been sitting in nonetheless held his heat, and the stack of papers he had been handed was neatly organized on the desk.

Lucia rattled the Fairy’s Longsword at her waist, growling like a beast.

Varian swallowed onerous, making an attempt to regular his dizzy thoughts. Maybe because of the rigidity, his mouth was dry, making it troublesome to swallow, however he felt he wanted to warn the silly pupil shortly.

“Cease it, Lucia. You would possibly find yourself getting killed.”

“Actually? Who will die first, I ponder? Me or your valuable patron?”

Lucia gripped the Fairy’s Longsword tightly and turned her head away from Varian.

“Are you leaving already?”

Shiron, who had been making rice porridge in a nook of the chamber, known as out to Lucia.

“One thing’s off upstairs.”

Lucia pulled out a pocket watch from her clothes and replied whereas taking a look at it. Contained in the tunnel made for magic coaching, the sense of time dulled, so she needed to verify the time at any time when she may.

“Lucia, the place precisely are you going? And what place is that this?”

“You don’t must know. Simply open your mouth.”

Shiron clasped Varian’s mouth and spooned the rice porridge into it. There was some resistance, however quickly Varian started swallowing the gruel with out grievance.

‘…What is that this?’

Varian was startled by an odd sensation filling the vacancy inside him however didn’t cease chewing the rice porridge. He realized it was vital thirst and starvation.

Having swallowed the rice porridge in a gulp, Varian couldn’t perceive why he was performing this fashion.

Sweat ran down his backbone. His certain physique felt stiff.

An completely mysterious scenario.

Regardless of his resolve to behave totally terrified, physiological reactions had been a transparent indicator that he was certainly feeling concern.

“I’ll be again.”

“Ah, carry Seira again with you in your manner. This man stinks. He will need to have dirty himself earlier.”

“…Okay.”

“…Did I soil myself?”

“Sure.”

Lucia glanced briefly at Varian earlier than gripping the doorknob and stepping exterior.

She had no intention of concealing her identification. She had repeated the identical dialog lots of of instances and knew from lots of of earlier conversations that carrying a masks revealed nothing.

It had been over a month since Varian was dropped at an open space on the mansion grounds. Solely by revealing faces may Varian be spurred into empathy to acquire even a fraction of knowledge.

It was identical to the story he had informed earlier, about what had occurred throughout his first kidnapping.

Lucia emerged from the underground area and regarded up on the sky. Her delicate senses, sharper than anybody’s even in a tunnel tens of meters deep, may roughly detect some risk occurring on the floor.

“…Was it known as a gate?”

Lucia muttered, taking a look at a doughnut-shaped cloud hanging within the sky. Shiron had known as it the facility of an apostle and added that this was section 4.

Thump-! Thump, thump, thump!

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