"Is that him?"
"Did he really get injured over such a simple mission?"
"He really does look weak"
Aimlessly walking around the mansion, I ignored the whispers and stares coming from some of the students that I passed along the way.
Yesterday night, after completing the mission, I returned to the mansion all battered up. My whole arm was bleeding profusely and my clothes were all torn.
Though I didn't pass out, to the people who saw me return, it looked as if I had been through hell.
Because I had some notoriety, news of my battered state spread across all of the students...and soon I became the hot topic of the first years.
Because the missions that we got were not a secret from the other students, after a bit of digging, people immediately found out who my target was and news of me getting beat up by a
...in the end, this resulted in me becoming the butt of the jokes of the first years.
'Weakling'
'Loser'
'Trash'
Walking along the corridor, I was called all sorts of defamatory names by everyone that saw me.
On a normal day, I would've grumbled and cursed at the people talking crap about me, but today...
Staring at my hands, I recalled the moment when my sword reaped through the lives of multiple people at once.
'...I killed'
I didn't sleep throughout the whole night.
Right now to the people around me I probably looked like a lifeless corpse that was aimlessly wandering around the mansion.
My mind kept replaying the moments where I reaped through the lives of the four bodyguards.
...I could vividly recall Karl's pleading face as he begged for me to spare him.
"Fuuuuu..."
Letting out a long breath and staring at the ceiling of the corridor, I tried to calm my mind.
What had happened already happened.
...There was no going back.
I had killed and I needed to move on...
This wasn't going to be the only time, and it sure as heck wasn't going to be the last time.
This was the path that I had chosen for myself and thus had to take responsibility for my decisions.
Moreover, there was something more important I needed to worry about.
'The massacre of Hollberg'
The second big event in the first arc of the novel.
Tomorrow at 9:45 P.M, the last day of the trip, when everyone was sleeping, an organized attack will happen.
Though their primary targets were Kevin and the others, the other weaker students weren't spared from their pursuit.
...Meaning that I was also not safe.
Though I decided not to interfere, I needed to prepare myself for what was to come.
Placing my hand on my chin, I fell into deep thought.
'Just what was his true goal..'
Chapter end
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