Sitting on his bed, Dean found that he had nothing to do and just contemplated what he was supposed to do in one week.
His first thought was to just study and search for any interesting Spells he could learn however that plan was overruled when he realized he still held a bottle of pills.
They contained the effect to allow him to enter the True Essence realm however his desire to become a master at magic was gone while the sheer sentimental value of these pills seemed much more precious.
On the first day, he spent his time buying any rations, water or necessary items for survival in the case something unexpected happened during the trips.
It was at that point he realized how empty his life was.
Students who study at this academy seemed to be like snakes, ready to take down competitors as long as there is a promised reward.
Sincerity was nonsense in the minds of nobles while those from a much poorer origin were filled with distrust for other people.
It felt like the world's colors were collapsing because of how superficial humans emotions were and how difficult it was to make true friends.
He was still thinking of where Ayesha went as a family trip shouldn't take that long but he soon received an answer when he went back to his dorm.
Sorting out his Space Ring in order to organize the food and water he stumbled upon a corpse.
The head and body was stale and seemed frozen but the mere sight of it caused Dean to throw up.
Using it as a stepping stone, it triggered all the memories of what happened at that specific night where Pierre and Anne were found dead.
It was like a very slow movies that was at half the normal play speed and sometimes froze at the most important moments.
At one point he committed the act of cannibalism and had forsaken his humanity for a different body while his face seemed to be relishing the taste.
this was only the beginning of the nauseous feeling and committing since there was much more to come.
The absolute skill in torturing Anne was like a professional had done it but when a random person entered the battlefield everything was censored.
Dean saw it as a a black rectangle that just moved in random gestures while from a third person perspective showed his mouth to be censored.
Soon an excruciating pain located at his head crashed all those thoughts and forced him to pull on his hair while his screams were covered up with a cloth.
His body shut down all its functions as Dean grovelled on the ground.
Time soon passed, recovering to his normal senses, Dean ran to the library in order to find answers but most of the textbooks were useless.
Until one book finally gave a valid reason for what Dean had saw.
[Under extreme stress, the brain will close off a portion of memories in order to allow the human body to continue functioning normally. This can be done through forceful external pain however this can also be done by....]
The rest was unnecessary for Dean but he was able to come to the conclusion that if he tried to search for anymore of that incident then he could die because of the pain overloading his mind.
Sighing at his misfortune, Dean would never be able to remember the mystery of what happened however the memories reminded him of his goals.
Christian was still alive!
He was only expelled from the school meaning he's still living a happy life without a problem.
Such a poor execution of punishment made Dean entirely give up on the academy's ability to make harsh situations in difficult times.
Therefore on the second day, Dean spent it by pursuing Rose.
There were many rumors of what she was doing as the people she once called friends started to badmouth her for being engaged to Christian.
A very suspicious point was that she tended to exit the school's campus during her free time.
Dean suspected that she was looking for Christian after he was expelled but there was another reason to follow.
She could be working with Anne and Pierre.
For the first few months, she had yet to tell Christian of his existence as he didn't make any moves to harm him suggesting that she may have told someone else instead.
Rather than him thinking he was playing with Christian, it was instead Rose playing with her social group.
How thick was this plot?
Dean was uncertain how scheming they were, now that random anomalies started to pop up.
It was very difficult to make such a call but as soon as he figured out what exactly Rose was doing could he decide.
"Should we send people to follow?"
A building distant to the academy's exit stood above all other buildings on campus and allowed onlookers to look down on a beautiful scenery.
"Currently, all the controversies are making us short on hand. It was a good idea to dispose of the mercenaries."
The female laughed at her secretary's statement
"After all, we need to start doing a cleanse from the inside before the outside. Anyways, how plausible was the suggestion by Alexander?"
Taking out a clipboard, the secretary gave a few glances and pushed up his glasses.
"A man in purple... is extremely suspicious. I'm not sure how they would even surpass our defenses but apparently it was instantly overpowered that our formation completely gave up. The duration between he left and when the formation began working was similar."
"We found no traces of any Black Magic being used however the skill to seal memories that are apart of the soul is what most are adept to. Given the vague clues we were given, I would have to say it's believable."
Having heard all the information, the lady waited before giving an answer
"Alexander should be able to keep watch on that student. A necromancer might wait within a span of 2 or 3 years so be weary. Unless we find any information that correlates Alexander with a Black Magic shall we execute them."
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