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Chapter 192: Overthinking (3)

    [Paris, Jardin des Tuileries - The Park]


    "It suits you."


    I hoped those were the best words to avoid getting on Valencia''s bad side. She really seemed to need the scarf at that moment.


    Hopefully, this small gesture would ease the tension between us, making it easier to breathe around her.


    But what was her problem? She seemed frozen... Why was she acting like this?


    Asking Jan for friendship advice hadn''t been a good idea.


    I wasn''t even sure why I''d followed instructions from a pea brain like him.


    — "If you want to fix a problem you don''t understand, just express yourself with action."


    Those words, like a rotten sentence, fueled my frustration.


    What an oblivious, stupid, and an airhead MC.


    ...


    ...


    ...


    The minutes ticked by, and Jan and Cam, engrossed in their conversation, remained oblivious to the subtle tension between Rel and Valencia.


    Soon enough, they finished their hot chocte and suggested that the group head back to the hotel.


    "Let''s grab an Uber," Cam proposed, already pulling out her phone.


    Valencia and Rel agreed, though Rel couldn''t help but notice a flicker of disappointment in Valencia''s eyes.


    A sleek ck Maybach pulled up to the curb, its polished chrome gleaming under the streetlights.


    A figure emerged from the driver''s seat, revealing one of Lan''s personal assistants.


    "Good evening," the assistant greeted them with a polite bow. "Please, allow me to escort you to the hotel."


    Cam surprised cancelled the uber and we climbed into the luxurious car.


    The plush leather seats a wee relief after a long day.


    As the Maybach glided through the streets, Valencia found herself stealing nces at a sleeping Rel, who sat silently beside her.


    "Idiot..."


    ***


    [South Korea, Freya''s Home Estate,]


    Gerrard Freya sat in his dimly lit study within his sprawling estate, his gaze fixed on therge t-screen television mounted on the wall.


    The news reporter''s voice filled the room, reporting on the recent outbreak of an alleged monster attack.


    "—At around 4 PM during an open exhibition event at the Louvre Museum, an alleged terrorist attack urred... Luckily, we were fortunate enough to have zero casualties as students bravely fought off the attackers, bringing them down sessfully before hero reinforcements could arrive."


    "— Although sources could only say that any remains of this creature haven''t been identified yet, it is assumed to be some kind of species rting to that of humans."


    The TV images shed to show Valencia, Jan, and Cam during the fight against the demi-human.


    Multiple recordings and photos have been shared throughout the sudden attack showing clear views of this ''monster''.


    Click!


    haah...


    Gerrard, a worried father, sighed, feeling nervous as he clicked off the channel.


    "Garrick, it seems you''re right..." Gerrard muttered.


    "It seems that day, everyone mistook you for a fool. But to think the association had been covering your truths... eventually, the world would''ve known."


    It was a matter of time before the appearance of Demi-humans took the world by storm.


    As matters became more concerning to Gerrard himself, he knew that Valencia could easily fall into the hands of ''that'' group if she wasn''t carefully monitored.


    But even with the news reports circting, Gerrard knew the full story of the attack''s end.


    There was a certain person who wasn''t mentioned, but Gerrard wouldn''t be fooled by their tendency to stay on the sidelines.


    Ding!...Ding!...Ding!


    A notification pinged on Gerrard''s watch. He nced down to see a message:


    [Hello Mr. Freya, We''ve been able to locate footage and trace data patches of the fight from the previous day. These recordings are ssified and are only fabricated scenarios of a what ''if'' situation that urred on both the first floor and the bottom floor.]


    [Please click on the link below to see the files.]


    [From, Oberon Starcaster and Dempsey te.]


    "Now... let''s see how it really happened," Gerrard murmured, a determined glint in his eye.


    The footage flickered to life, revealing the masked figure locked in fiercebat with a massive demi-human.


    The masked figure moved with a grace and precision that belied their human form.


    Their sword danced through the air, with each sh leaving trails of dark energy in its path.


    The final strike was devastating.


    The masked figure''s sword erupted with an immense ck aura, forcefully striking the demi-human in the chest.


    With sess, they were sent flying through the air, crashing into the hallway with a deafening thud.


    Gerrard, watching the scene unfold, was filled with wonder.


    This aura was extraordinary, unlike anything he''d seen before.


    It differed even from his own in terms of colour and intensity.


    "This swordsman can''t be from any of the top 10 guilds..."


    Gerrard mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully.


    "But assuming Jaxon has all the talent in the world, it wouldn''t be surprising if he found a swordsman of such high quality... especially one with that aura colour."


    As Gerrard continued to watch different segments of the footage and data patches, he realized that on the first floor, Rel had yed a crucial role in creating an opening for Jan.


    Not only had Rel saved Valencia from certain death, but his actions alone had ultimately sealed the demon''s fate, as Jan disyed swordsmanship that rivaled even Valencia''s.


    Gerrard sighed, a hint of regret in his voice. "It''s a shame that Jan can no longer join our guild. And for Rel... I should''ve chosen another student for the mercenary cooperation project."


    He face-palmed, feeling the weight of his mistakes. He had initially thought Rel might be a throwaway student if Jaxon disapproved of him.


    However, Jaxon hadn''t spoken to Gerrard since, suggesting that Rel was indeed contributing.


    "But now..." Gerrard muttered, "the boy just keeps saving my daughter."


    A lighthearted chuckle escaped his lips.


    "What''s a father like me to do if my daughter is so easily swayed?"


    He paused, and then his expression hardened.


    "Well... no matter. There''s one thing I must see. And, boy... how long will you continue to hide that strength?"


    ***


    {Rel''s POV}


    [Pinnacle Academy, Main Presentation Hall - Central]


    [Tuesday, 9:45 AM]


    "How... did I get here?"


    My face was a mask of disbelief as I found myself sitting in the front row of the presentation hall, mere meters away from the massive stage and podium.


    "Good morning, students of Pinnacle Academy. As you may know, your principal isn''t present due to schedulingplications, so I''ll be here to address some special announcements for today."


    [Amara Navarro: Vice President of the International Heroes Association.]


    As the first-year cohort apuded our vice president, I groaned, realizing I''d made a massive blunder the moment I let my guard down.


    Now, not only was I facing a dilemma, but I wasn''t even sure how to escape this situation.


    ...


    ...


    ...


    [1 Day Ago]


    [Pinnacle Academy,Mr. Kolek''s Office.]


    As soon as we returned from the IDS station the day after France, we were called up to Mr. Kolek''s office before sses even started.


    I waited as Mr. Kolek silently worked on hisputer, presumably preparing today''s lecture.


    His silence was a bit unsettling, but before I could dwell on it, the door opened and Jan entered.


    That''s when I knew what this was about.


    Jan gave me a quick wave and turned to Mr. Kolek, who had closed hisptop.


    "Sir, why did you call us here today?" Jan asked.


    Mr. Kolek maintained a serious expression.


    "As you know, four of you were caught in a monster outbreak during your club trip to Paris."


    Jan and I exchanged a nce.


    "I''d like the two of you to know there''s something special happening tomorrow," Mr. Kolek continued, "but I''ll save the details until the girls arrive for the briefing."


    "Are you referring to Cam and Valencia, sir?" Jan inquired.


    "Yes, I am," Mr. Kolek replied. "But as you can see, they''re not here. They''ve bothe down with a cold."


    Mr. Kolek''s stern expression softened slightly.


    "To be honest, Jan, Rel, your actions in Paris were...mendable," he admitted. "Had it been anyone else, those civilians might not have been so fortunate."


    He paused, steepling his fingers thoughtfully.


    "However, I know that mere words aren''t enough to truly express the gratitude we feel for your bravery. The Vice President herself is even willing to award you four with honoured medals."


    Confused, I raised my hand.


    "Mr. Kolek, if I may ask... why was I called here? I didn''t really do anything in the fight against the monster."


    Mr. Kolek''s fingers danced across hisptop keyboard as he swiped and typed.


    Abruptly, he stopped, turning the screen towards us.


    "An anonymous source shared initial footage of an archer piercing a monster''s tentacles and a monster''s eye. Sound familiar?"


    I gulped. I thought I was out of range of Dempsey te''s abilities, but apparently not.


    "You''ll be meeting with the vice presidentter on," Kolek continued to Jan and me, his tone leaving no room for argument.


    "You two are dismissed," Mr. Kolek said, his voice returning to its usual gruff tone.


    "I''ll email you both the details, so ensure you read them. If you don''t... I hope you guys like writing five full pages on why mana shouldn''t exist."


    I sighed, nodding in resignation.


    Jan chimed in, "Thank you, sir."


    As we walked out the door, Mr. Kolek added,


    "I won''t be in ss for the entire day. You''ll be having Mr. Bet as your homeroom teacher, so please be good to him."


    _________


    Authors Notes:


    A part of Dempsey''s main ability: Decipher - Allows him to retrace certain events back through time to a limited extent. By detecting traces of mana within an area of interest, he can observe events from various angles. However, his ability may be unreliable due to the potentialck of mana and residual energies at the desired location.
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