Chapter 85: Chapter 85
A week after the chaos occurred at the Danteriar Academy.
In a place with rocky walls, luminous magic stones, screams and cries were heard while a subject wearing a black robe and hood was escorted by two other subjects with gray robes and hoods.
"What...what was that? A demon, right, a demon," thought the guy in the black robe, at the moment they arrived in front of a double wooden door almost two meters high.
The door opened slowly and the sound of the hinges could be slightly heard.
Inside there was a large black iron table, there were 8 seats, but there were only 4 people present seated in elegant wooden chairs upholstered with the best materials, and in a golden chair with black cushions sat a stooped man of frail appearance, of apparent 90 years or more, with gray hair, white skin with spots and many wrinkles, who trembled slightly and wore a simple black outfit, next to him was a wooden cane with a yellow gem at the top.
None of the four present in front of the table looked at Mr. Samsart Detali, who was also silent.
Otherwise the interior of the place was quite simple, rustic and gloomy, rocky walls, gray ceiling with a huge hanging chandelier, and a floor made of stones fixed with concrete.
As there was tension in the atmosphere, one of the four, who was sitting reading some notes in a notebook, looked up showing dark circles under his eyes and some wrinkles on his face, wrinkles typical of a 50 year old man, his hair was messy and his skin was pale due to the lack of sun, he was wearing a white robe over his black and gray plaid shirt, with a somewhat tired and calm voice he asked Raden who was wearing a black tunic and cloak:
-Apparently everything was a failure -What happened Raden? You are one of the most reliable inquisitors in "Inquisiderian". I don’t think it was a simple coincidence.
-Doctor Oden Vitar, there was a very skilled demon, and he was only a wizard in the third rank, and at the same time he was a very skilled and ruthless sorcerer, it seems that this demon wants humans to fear him no matter what. -Raden paused and showed his right arm which had been cut off at the elbow and traces of the cursed energy could still be seen in the cut area. -I don’t know how he did it, but when he cut off his right forearm my forearm was also cut off, likewise, every wound that demon inflicted on himself was ultimately inflicted on me as well.
Dr. Oden Vitar, with a calm look, wrote down every word Raden said, then looked up and asked:
-I suppose you remember his face don’t you?
-I will never forget it, someday I will have my revenge. -Raden uttered, as he thought, "only then will I be able to stop dreaming about that evil face and stop that laughter he eventually heard."
-It’s okay to think like that. When you finish go with Thea and describe him, we need a portrait to investigate him thoroughly. -Dr. Oden said with a sigh.
- This is annoying, we invested a lot of money and time and we didn’t achieve anything. -Ilma Adeste mentioned a truism, for which no one replied, everyone knew that she was a woman with a bit of a temper.
Ilma of white skin with a yellowish color near the eyes and on the fingers, she was not very pretty, she wore an elegant black dress, her black wavy hair lacked luster, and her dark brown eyes seemed empty and deep, she was countess of the Seredter territory, which produced and exported food products and also owned a mine in which magic stones were extracted. Despite that, she spent a fortune on products provided by the Inquisiderian organization, products of demonic origin that allowed her to reach the initial stage of the sixth circle of mana at the age of 86.
Mr. Samsart coughed and everyone was silent, and a drop of cold sweat slid down Countess Ilma’s face.
-Young Raden, is Emperor Richard already aware of what has happened? -Samsart asked in his old voice.
-Honorable Founder, I’m sorry, the golden paladins were apparently aware of the mission, after the failure they hurried to inform the emperor and the Temple of Endless Heaven. -Raven replied respectfully and cautiously.
Founder Samsart stood up leaning on his staff, everyone present looked down. Samsart waved a hand to indicate to everyone that they could look up and then said as he walked towards the exit of the room:
-I agree with Director Oden, I hope all the directors present also agree, investigate that demon that ruined our plans, he may be a disciple of Persec about whom we had failed to get information. If given the opportunity, summon one of the "Crackling" and finish him off, don’t follow all the whims of Director Van Mither. It is better to put an end to the threats.
Your wishes are my will!
As you command, founder!
replied almost in unison, the four directors sitting around the iron table. A few seconds later the double door closed again, and only the four directors and Raven were left in the room, together with the two robed and hooded men who had escorted him.
••••
In Director Persec’s study room.
Director Persec was sitting on a sofa and on three other elegant sofas were Senjar, Kariz and Archduke Arcariz.
-So it was the wretched Dimas Sirant. I never liked him, he always seemed too cunning to me. -Said Kariz while filing his black nails.
-And what did the other executives say? -Senjar asked.
-The obvious, although there is a lot of instability and Deputy Director Cain Asral’s group of executives wants him to be promoted to director, they also condemned Professor Dimas Sirant for not showing up at the meeting yesterday and for having recommended Professor Arxier Desten.
-You don’t think that Dimas is the only executive involved in what happened, do you? -asked Archduke Arcariz.
After hearing the archduke’s direct and accurate question, Senjar and Kariz looked expectantly at the director Persec
-I clearly won’t believe that. But for the moment we can only wait and be vigilant, apparently the believers of the god Alvat do not agree with the plans of the conspirators either. -Persec answered in his solemn tone.
-I still find it hard to believe that this wretch is a believer of Alvat, but I can’t deny it categorically after seeing the state he was left in. -Senjar Sevec indicated with a complicated expression.
-Did you inform your brother? -Persec asked.
-Yes, I sent the message to both my brother and my nephew. -Senjar said as he got up from the sofa to leave.
-He was quite confused; he supported the younger brother of the student Mart Sevec to become the heir. -Kariz looked at his fingernails to make sure they were even, then stood up and left as well.
In the end only the Archduke Arcariz and the director Persec remained in the study room, and after talking about Cábrat Vercen they ended the meeting, after which the Archduke also left.
••••
In a private room of the Academy’s hospital for S class students, lights illuminated the environment with light blue walls, a floor covered with white tiles and a white ceiling in which there were some circular lights that contained luminous stones inside. Mart Sevec was lying on a stretcher, he was in a coma, in his left arm there was an intravenous through which a level 7 regenerative potion that had been given to Mart’s blood by the director Persec, his right arm had been reimplanted and bandaged with some bandages that had a level 5 healing runes. Sitting on the edge of the bed was Iristel, who was dressed in her maid’s uniform and carefully stroking Mart’s red hair as she gazed at his beautiful sleeping face.
Around her, Selenia, Emy and Selis were sitting on chairs.
The three of them remained silent, they didn’t know what to say, in spite of that, Iristel acted as naturally as she used to act when she was in Mart’s company, he had always given her his place and made her feel safe, so she didn’t care much about what the others thought.
When an hour after noon had passed, Iristel retired, and Selenia did not hesitate to sit next to Mart. Emy for her part, although she was somewhat nervous, did not show it, as she kept her calm almost somber expression with which she attended to the students at the library’s reception desk. Emy watched Mart intently from the place where she had sat, in the last few days when she had gone to visit Mart, she had learned every gesture, breathing and involuntary movement Mart made, so she knew that he was still sound asleep.