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"Grandpa!"
Bellus ran out and hugged his grandfather tightly.
His shoulders were heaving, so he must be crying again.
"Bellus, have you been well? Did you hurt yourself wandering around looking for your old man?"
"Grandpa, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
"Yes, Grandpa's fine. I'm fine."
Tears streamed down the grandfather's face as well.
Davian watched them.
'…The tears in this family are definitely hereditary.'
It was almost midnight, but bright torches were lit everywhere in Bellus's village.
In every house where a missing family member had returned, sounds of crying and laughter mixed together.
Neighbors also came out to celebrate the return of the missing people.
Inside Bellus's house.
"So, young Davian, where will you be going now?"
"I came here for a personal exploration assignment. I plan to return to the academy around lunchtime tomorrow."
"Davian oppa, isn't it very far from here to the academy?"
Davian took out a warp magic scroll from his pocket.
It was a scroll he had received from the academy before his departure.
Tearing it would immediately warp him to the academy's main auditorium.
"I can go back with this. I could go right now, but the assignment is due on Friday. I should at least show some respect by going back after noon on Friday, right?"
In fact, there was nothing more to explore.
He hadn't explored all the areas, but the experiences he'd had so far were more than enough to write an exploration report.
Once Davian's detailed report was submitted, the academy would send people here to verify the facts and then report to the royal family.
This incident was a matter of great importance to the royal family's security.
Seeing Davian's warp scroll, the grandfather hurriedly searched his pockets.
And took out a scroll.
It was the scroll Davian had given him in the Demon Realm mine in case of an emergency.
The grandfather held out the scroll to Davian.
"Isn't this magic scroll expensive? I didn't use it, so I'm giving it back."
"Ah, it's not necessary. It's already linked to a magic circle. I erased that magic circle when I came over here. Now it's just a piece of paper."
"Ah… is that so? I feel bad that this expensive scroll was used because of me…"
"It's nothing. I originally made it for my own use. And the best thing about emergency scrolls is not having to use them."
"Not using them is the best… I guess that's true."
Bellus took the scroll that the grandfather was holding.
"Then can I have this?"
"Why do you want a useless scroll?"
"Just… it contains Davian oppa's heart to save Grandpa for sure…"
The next day.
Davian left the village after being treated to a hearty meal at the village chief's house.
Of course, "hearty" was according to the villagers' standards.
The table was far more meager than the student cafeteria breakfast that academy students usually barely touched.
Bellus followed Davian to see him off until the village was out of sight.
Eventually, Davian tore the scroll and disappeared in a deserted place before she headed back to the village.
As she returned to the village, Bellus suddenly turned back and stared blankly at the place where Davian had disappeared.
"I'll see you when I enroll next year. Davian oppa."
Bellus, who made a determined greeting to the empty air, put her palms on both cheeks and ran towards the village.
At the same time.
Elton City.
Elton Academy, 1st grade district main auditorium.
Wendy, the summoning magic professor guarding the auditorium, yawned widely.
Wendy, the youngest full-time professor at Elton Academy, still had her blonde hair neatly tied in pigtails.
"Haaam, sleepy. Why do I have to work after lunchtime?"
The professors were taking turns guarding the auditorium to guide the students who might give up and return from their exploration at any time.
They could have had an assistant or administrator do it, but the professors were guarding the place themselves, as the students might be in danger and barely make it back.
Bright light poured out from the place where the C group magic circle was drawn.
Professor Wendy, who was looking in that direction indifferently, widened her eyes.
"Oh my? Did Davian also give up halfway and come back?"
Flap!
The entrance to the temporary tent in the corner of the auditorium opened, and the school nurse, Medium, ran out.
"Davian?"
A temporary infirmary had been set up in the auditorium in case students were injured.
Unlike the two people's worries, Davian walked out of the magic circle unharmed.
Davian turned his head, looked at Medium, and gave a light nod.
She had a strange expression that seemed relieved and disappointed at the same time.
Professor Wendy asked again.
"You're okay? Why did you come back so early?"
"Ah, I'm just a little tired. And I have a lot of reports to write."
In some ways, it was an arrogant answer.
The assigned exploration time was from Wednesday morning to Friday evening.
If there was a lot to explore in the area, it was possible to use the following weekend for exploration.
It was still Friday, so he should still be in the field.
They had given out scrolls for him to return immediately if he faced an overwhelming threat, but not to tear when he was tired.
'What's this? Why is he so confident?'
It was Davian Naoene who was slowly walking towards Professor Wendy.
Genius. No, a monster first-year student whose description is insufficient with the word genius.
After the midterm exam, he clearly imprinted his presence on all the first-year professors.
"It can't be that you just came because you were really tired. You have a lot of reports to write?"
"Yes."
Davian, who approached Professor Wendy, submitted the received document envelope.
Behind Professor Wendy, there were about fifty document envelopes piled up.
Some document envelopes already had discolored blood dried on them, and some of the document envelopes on top were soaked with bright red blood.
In comparison, the document envelope that Davian returned was no different from the beginning, except that it was a little crumpled.
"What did you explore that you have so much to report? May I ask, Davian?"
"I went to the Demon Realm."
"Ah, I see. If you've been to the Demon Realm, you must have a lot to say..."
Professor Wendy, who was about to stack the document envelope that Davian handed over, froze.
Thud.
The document envelope fell to the floor.
"What? What did you say? Where did you go?"
"The Demon Realm. Twice."
"You're joking... right? Davian."
"Would I dare to joke with you, professor?"
At Wendy's voice, who was surprised and shouted, Medium also approached.
"What? Davian, where did you say you went?"
"The Demon Realm."
Medium stretched out her arms and hurriedly touched Davian's limbs.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
"Yes, I'm fine. I had several bones broken and cracked, but I took a potion and I'm all better now."
"That's a relief."
Davian stared intently at Medium's eyes.
"I appreciate your concern, but. You know that a look of disappointment keeps flashing across your face, right?"
"Me, me? Ahaha. No way. You know how much I care about you, Davian."
"Right? I'm just mistaken? You're not upset that I didn't get hurt, are you?"
Medium patted Davian on the shoulder.
"Of, of course. Ahaha."
Medium hurriedly returned to the infirmary tent.
Professor Wendy picked up Davian's document envelope and threw it carelessly behind her.
"This is not the time to be doing this. I need to convene a faculty meeting right away! Administrator!"
At Professor Wendy's shout, two administrators ran in through the side door of the auditorium.
"Tell Sirims, the head of the Magic Department. Davian Naoene went to the Demon Realm. We need to convene a faculty meeting right away to hear Davian's story."
"Yes!"
Wendy looked at Davian again.
"Davian."
"Yes, professor."
"Go to the dormitory and rest for now. You're tired, but it's a serious matter, so you'll be called soon."
"I expected it."
One hour later.
Faculty conference room.
Only Medium, the temporary professor, was guarding the auditorium, and all the other first-year professors gathered.
Professor Sirims asked again.
"...So, you're saying that Lady Glacia defeated the demon lord Jedicus without any problems?"
"Yes. I couldn't kill him because he teleported away."
"Hehe..."
Professor Sirims stroked his long beard.
'It's not just that he barely saved Davian, but that he completely overwhelmed the demon lord?'
It was expected that Glacia would appear if Davian was in danger of dying.
He roughly guessed what kind of power Glacia had through old documents.
But.
'To completely overwhelm the demon lord. He's too strong.'
The power that a spirit can exert in the human world is proportional to the amount of mana that the contractor has absorbed into his body.
That Glacia has become strong enough to play with the demon lord means.
It is also proof of how much mana, inner strength, and outer strength Davian has accumulated.
'He's only seventeen years old. What kind of achievement has he accomplished... Davian Naoene.'
The growth of the first king of Erium Alcancia and the change in Glacia accordingly.
Recently, the head of the Sirims Magic Department had been researching this relationship for a long time.
Everyone knows that the stronger the contractor, the stronger the spirit, but it was necessary to grasp Glacia's power more objectively.
It was to gauge what kind of power Davian and Glacia would be to the Alcancia Kingdom.
For this, he was searching not only the academy library but also the royal library for old documents about the first king and Glacia.
'If it's according to my prediction, Glacia should only be at the level of being able to take Davian away from the demon lord. If he completely overwhelmed him, that's a completely different matter.'
The head of the Sirims Magic Department raised his head and looked at Davian, who was being bombarded with questions from the professors.
'Davian. How much stronger have you become in that short amount of time?'
After that, Davian explained everything he had experienced in the Batian Lake area for about three hours.
He delivered most of the incidents without embellishment, but he could not say that he had directly confirmed the tattoos of the managers in the Magical Stone Mine.
This is because it should still be a secret to the outside world that Davian knows the tattoo of the Marino Empire spy.
Professor Stella asked.
"Davian, you mean that the organization that carried out this work is likely to be related to the Marino Empire?"
"Yes. It's just a suspicion yet. But. The big and small accidents that have recently occurred at the academy, the chaotic atmosphere of the capital to the point that even the field trip schedule has been canceled, and even these events. I feel like a certain force is planning things simultaneously."
"That's the Marino Empire?"
"Well, circumstantially."
Even the ominous rumors that were heard here and there.
Stella thought that Davian's words were not entirely unreasonable.
The head of the Leo Swordsmanship Department, who was in the capital, had also sent several letters containing similar contents.
'It's possible enough. Those arrogant Marino Empire guys...'
And Stella was not the only professor who thought that.
The head of the Sirims Magic Department had also been going in and out of the royal palace recently and had heard various stories.
'Anyway, it's the royal family's job to find and block spies. But...'
Professor Sirims' wrinkled fists under the table were clenched tightly.
'Daring to touch this Elton Academy is something I will never allow as long as I am here.'
4th regression.
The consciousness of the professors was changing little by little.
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