Chapter 27: The one the world rejects [5]
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Chapter 27: The one the world rejects [5]
Rustle—
The bushes swayed, and a figure emerged.
It was a little girl with black hair and deep eyes. Casually holding onto a pastry, she tossed it in her mouth and wiped her lips.
Her eyes squinted slightly as she savored the sweet pastry.
Num...
Her form started to shift.
Her height started to increase, and her expression started to mature.
Gradually, the silhouette of an extremely charming woman began to unfold. Glossy black hair, deep hazel eyes...
"...."
Delilah blankly stared at the scene in front of her.
It was a gruesome sight. One that would cause the normalest of people to feel sick.
Lying beside a mushed-up body was none other than Julien.
The Black Star.
She recalled the scene she witnessed, and only a thought crossed her mind.
".....He's weak."
That he was weak.
But...
"His mind is not."
It was strong.
Very strong.
"Not bad..."
All of this had been a test.
Such an attack... as if it could really happen when she was overseeing the institute.
Evaluating the enemy, and judging that they weren't strong, she allowed for them to do whatever they pleased, and let them teleport Julien and Leon out of the Academy. All she did was follow the mana trace from the spell to get to where they were.
It wasn't that far. Took her no time to get there and oversee the situation.
In case they couldn't handle them, she'd interfere.
She had been prepared to interfere during Julien's struggle, but...
Yet again...
He showed her why she had selected him as the Black Star. His anger... desperation... she could feel it from where she was.
The image of his expression lingered in her mind even until now.
To the point where she opened her lips to mutter,
"Anger..."
Her hands trembled, but it wasn't much.
Nothing compared to how he did it.
Her expression showed signs of cracking as she faintly smiled.
"....I guess he's better than me."
In the Emotive field, that was.
It was a funny thought.
It wasn't as though she was talented in such a field. She could use emotive magic, but it wasn't excellent.
In a sense... she felt a sense of defeat.
"....."
Her gaze continued to linger over Julien. More specifically, toward his forearm, where a familiar tattoo rested.
She wanted to see what he'd do in such a situation. Catch him lacking... but he never faltered. His performance was flawless.
To the point where Delilah started to question herself.
'....Am I wrong?'
But clearly, the tattoo he had was the same...
"...."
Her delicate brows gently knit together.
"What a headache."
Flicking her hand, Julien's body levitated upwards. Nudging her fingers, his body drifted towards her.
Stopping just a few inches away, she brought her finger to his neck.
".....Nothing serious."
His body wasn't exactly in the best of shapes, but his heart was steady. There were no life-threatening injuries.
He was at most tired.
As for his broken bones and body...
That much could be handled by the infirmary. It would take at most a couple of days for him to be fully healed.
"Hm?"
Sensing something, Delilah's head turned to face the distance. She felt a subtle mana trace coming from there.
That's when she recalled.
"Ah, right."
There was someone else that was here.
Her form gradually started to blend with the world alongside Julien's. Before long, the two of them disappeared.
The world didn't reject me.
I rejected it.
And it was time for me to accept it.
From its laws to its morals... I needed to conform my way of thinking to it.
Only this way would I be able to find what I wanted.
Therefore, I closed my eyes and replayed the scene in my mind. Over and over again. I tried to recall all the details. From the sounds to the smells... all that I could think of.
I tried to recall.
"...Ukgh."
My throat gagged each time, but I let my mind immerse in the memories.
I knew that this wasn't going to be enough.
That it was going to take time for me to adjust to this sort of mentality, but... One had to start from somewhere.
And this was my starting point.
Creaaaaak...
The door of the room creaked open as a figure draped in white robes entered. With tall blonde hair and green eyes, he scanned the room and sighed.
"...I was wondering why there was so much sound."
He flicked his hand once, and all the puke on the floor disappeared. So did the smell, which made me feel better.
"Let's start with the introduction. I'm Dr. Gabel Wright. I'm in charge of healing you."
"...Oh."
I lowered my eyes and sat back.
"Am I at the institute?"
"Oh? You're aware?"
"Mhm."
It wasn't that hard to figure out. I had been thinking about it for a bit, but was it really possible for something like this to happen under the watch of the institute that boasted itself to be the number one in the empire?
No...
That was most likely not the case.
But... If that was the case, why did something like this happen? Were they just incompetent.. or was there more to it?
'Fucking game.'
"The Chancellor personally brought you back here in the middle of the night. Nobody is aware that you're here yet."
Taking out a wooden pad, the doctor glanced at it before continuing.
"...Broken collarbone, three fractured ribs, a punctured lung, spinal fracture... What sort of situation did you get yourself into?"
"Haa.."
I inwardly laughed. I wanted to know, too.
In the end, I was going to be stuck here for a bit...
Great.
"Well..."
Putting the clipboard down, he ruffled his hair.
"The injuries aren't anything serious or anything like that."
"...?"
"So you should be fine with leaving by tomorrow."
"...??"
"I'll be leaving to check on my other patients. Rest for now. I'll come to check up on you later."
He left just like that.
"Ah..."
Clank—
The door closed and silence enveloped the room. I thought back to his words and found myself blinking twice...
"Injuries aren't anything serious...?"
Broken collarbone, three fractured ribs, a punctured lung, spinal fracture...
"Should be fine to leave by tomorrow?"
This...
"Haha."
I couldn't help but laugh.
Although this was another world... It still left me stunned.
"...Fucking ridiculous."
"What is?"
"No, it's...!"
I abruptly looked to my left, and my eyes widened.
When did she...
Leaning against the nearest table, her long, flowing black hair draped down her shoulder as she cocked her head.
Her appearance was so blinding that I struggled to comprehend what was before me.
"So...? What's so ridiculous?"
"...."
Memories started to flood my mind, and I felt my face stiffen. It took me no time to figure out who the woman before me was.
One of the seven Monarchs.
The one who was closest to the Zenith.
Delilah V. Rosemberg.
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Chapter 27: The one the world rejects [5]
Rustle—
The bushes swayed, and a figure emerged.
It was a little girl with black hair and deep eyes. Casually holding onto a pastry, she tossed it in her mouth and wiped her lips.
Her eyes squinted slightly as she savored the sweet pastry.
Num...
Her form started to shift.
Her height started to increase, and her expression started to mature.
Gradually, the silhouette of an extremely charming woman began to unfold. Glossy black hair, deep hazel eyes...
"...."
Delilah blankly stared at the scene in front of her.
It was a gruesome sight. One that would cause the normalest of people to feel sick.
Lying beside a mushed-up body was none other than Julien.
The Black Star.
She recalled the scene she witnessed, and only a thought crossed her mind.
".....He's weak."
That he was weak.
But...
"His mind is not."
It was strong.
Very strong.
"Not bad..."
All of this had been a test.
Such an attack... as if it could really happen when she was overseeing the institute.
Evaluating the enemy, and judging that they weren't strong, she allowed for them to do whatever they pleased, and let them teleport Julien and Leon out of the Academy. All she did was follow the mana trace from the spell to get to where they were.
It wasn't that far. Took her no time to get there and oversee the situation.
In case they couldn't handle them, she'd interfere.
She had been prepared to interfere during Julien's struggle, but...
Yet again...
He showed her why she had selected him as the Black Star. His anger... desperation... she could feel it from where she was.
The image of his expression lingered in her mind even until now.
To the point where she opened her lips to mutter,
"Anger..."
Her hands trembled, but it wasn't much.
Nothing compared to how he did it.
Her expression showed signs of cracking as she faintly smiled.
"....I guess he's better than me."
In the Emotive field, that was.
It was a funny thought.
It wasn't as though she was talented in such a field. She could use emotive magic, but it wasn't excellent.
In a sense... she felt a sense of defeat.
"....."
Her gaze continued to linger over Julien. More specifically, toward his forearm, where a familiar tattoo rested.
She wanted to see what he'd do in such a situation. Catch him lacking... but he never faltered. His performance was flawless.
To the point where Delilah started to question herself.
'....Am I wrong?'
But clearly, the tattoo he had was the same...
"...."
Her delicate brows gently knit together.
"What a headache."
Flicking her hand, Julien's body levitated upwards. Nudging her fingers, his body drifted towards her.
Stopping just a few inches away, she brought her finger to his neck.
".....Nothing serious."
His body wasn't exactly in the best of shapes, but his heart was steady. There were no life-threatening injuries.
He was at most tired.
As for his broken bones and body...
That much could be handled by the infirmary. It would take at most a couple of days for him to be fully healed.
"Hm?"
Sensing something, Delilah's head turned to face the distance. She felt a subtle mana trace coming from there.
That's when she recalled.
"Ah, right."
There was someone else that was here.
Her form gradually started to blend with the world alongside Julien's. Before long, the two of them disappeared.
The world didn't reject me.
I rejected it.
And it was time for me to accept it.
From its laws to its morals... I needed to conform my way of thinking to it.
Only this way would I be able to find what I wanted.
Therefore, I closed my eyes and replayed the scene in my mind. Over and over again. I tried to recall all the details. From the sounds to the smells... all that I could think of.
I tried to recall.
"...Ukgh."
My throat gagged each time, but I let my mind immerse in the memories.
I knew that this wasn't going to be enough.
That it was going to take time for me to adjust to this sort of mentality, but... One had to start from somewhere.
And this was my starting point.
Creaaaaak...
The door of the room creaked open as a figure draped in white robes entered. With tall blonde hair and green eyes, he scanned the room and sighed.
"...I was wondering why there was so much sound."
He flicked his hand once, and all the puke on the floor disappeared. So did the smell, which made me feel better.
"Let's start with the introduction. I'm Dr. Gabel Wright. I'm in charge of healing you."
"...Oh."
I lowered my eyes and sat back.
"Am I at the institute?"
"Oh? You're aware?"
"Mhm."
It wasn't that hard to figure out. I had been thinking about it for a bit, but was it really possible for something like this to happen under the watch of the institute that boasted itself to be the number one in the empire?
No...
That was most likely not the case.
But... If that was the case, why did something like this happen? Were they just incompetent.. or was there more to it?
'Fucking game.'
"The Chancellor personally brought you back here in the middle of the night. Nobody is aware that you're here yet."
Taking out a wooden pad, the doctor glanced at it before continuing.
"...Broken collarbone, three fractured ribs, a punctured lung, spinal fracture... What sort of situation did you get yourself into?"
"Haa.."
I inwardly laughed. I wanted to know, too.
In the end, I was going to be stuck here for a bit...
Great.
"Well..."
Putting the clipboard down, he ruffled his hair.
"The injuries aren't anything serious or anything like that."
"...?"
"So you should be fine with leaving by tomorrow."
"...??"
"I'll be leaving to check on my other patients. Rest for now. I'll come to check up on you later."
He left just like that.
"Ah..."
Clank—
The door closed and silence enveloped the room. I thought back to his words and found myself blinking twice...
"Injuries aren't anything serious...?"
Broken collarbone, three fractured ribs, a punctured lung, spinal fracture...
"Should be fine to leave by tomorrow?"
This...
"Haha."
I couldn't help but laugh.
Although this was another world... It still left me stunned.
"...Fucking ridiculous."
"What is?"
"No, it's...!"
I abruptly looked to my left, and my eyes widened.
When did she...
Leaning against the nearest table, her long, flowing black hair draped down her shoulder as she cocked her head.
Her appearance was so blinding that I struggled to comprehend what was before me.
"So...? What's so ridiculous?"
"...."
Memories started to flood my mind, and I felt my face stiffen. It took me no time to figure out who the woman before me was.
One of the seven Monarchs.
The one who was closest to the Zenith.
Delilah V. Rosemberg.
Chapter 27: The one the world rejects 5 Rustle The bushes swayed, and a figure emerged. It was a little girl with black hair and deep eyes. Casually holding onto a pastry, she tossed it in her mouth and wiped her lips. Her eyes squinted slightly as she savored the sweet pastry. Num... Her form started to shift. Her height started to increase, and her expression started to mature. Gradually, the silhouette of an extremely charming woman began to unfold. Glossy black hair, deep hazel eyes... "...." Delilah blankly stared at the scene in front of her. It was a gruesome sight. One that would cause the normalest of people to feel sick. Lying beside a mushed-up body was none other than Julien. The Black Star. She recalled the scene she witnessed, and only a thought crossed her mind. ".....He's weak." That he was weak. But... "His mind is not." It was strong. Very strong. "Not bad..." All of this had been a test. Such an attack... as if it could really happen when she was overseeing the institute. Evaluating the enemy, and judging that they weren't strong, she allowed for them to do whatever they pleased, and let them teleport Julien and Leon out of the Academy. All she did was follow the mana trace from the spell to get to where they were. It wasn't that far. Took her no time to get there and oversee the situation. In case they couldn't handle them, she'd interfere. She had been prepared to interfere during Julien's struggle, but... Yet again... He showed her why she had selected him as the Black Star. His anger... desperation... she could feel it from where she was. The image of his expression lingered in her mind even until now. To the point where she opened her lips to mutter, "Anger..." Her hands trembled, but it wasn't much. Nothing compared to how he did it. Her expression showed signs of cracking as she faintly smiled. "....I guess he's better than me." In the Emotive field, that was. It was a funny thought. It wasn't as though she was talented in such a field. She could use emotive magic, but it wasn't excellent. In a sense... she felt a sense of defeat. "....." Her gaze continued to linger over Julien. More specifically, toward his forearm, where a familiar tattoo rested. She wanted to see what he'd do in such a situation. Catch him lacking... but he never faltered. His performance was flawless. To the point where Delilah started to question herself. '....Am I wrong?' But clearly, the tattoo he had was the same... "...." Her delicate brows gently knit together. "What a headache." Flicking her hand, Julien's body levitated upwards. Nudging her fingers, his body drifted towards her. Stopping just a few inches away, she brought her finger to his neck. ".....Nothing serious." His body wasn't exactly in the best of shapes, but his heart was steady. There were no life-threatening injuries. He was at most tired. As for his broken bones and body... That much could be handled by the infirmary. It would take at most a couple of days for him to be fully healed. "Hm?" Sensing something, Delilah's head turned to face the distance. She felt a subtle mana trace coming from there. That's when she recalled. "Ah, right." There was someone else that was here. Her form gradually started to blend with the world alongside Julien's. Before long, the two of them disappeared. The world didn't reject me. I rejected it. And it was time for me to accept it. From its laws to its morals... I needed to conform my way of thinking to it. Only this way would I be able to find what I wanted. Therefore, I closed my eyes and replayed the scene in my mind. Over and over again. I tried to recall all the details. From the sounds to the smells... all that I could think of. I tried to recall. "...Ukgh." My throat gagged each time, but I let my mind immerse in the memories. I knew that this wasn't going to be enough. That it was going to take time for me to adjust to this sort of mentality, but... One had to start from somewhere. And this was my starting point. Creaaaaak... The door of the room creaked open as a figure draped in white robes entered. With tall blonde hair and green eyes, he scanned the room and sighed. "...I was wondering why there was so much sound." He flicked his hand once, and all the puke on the floor disappeared. So did the smell, which made me feel better. "Let's start with the introduction. I'm Dr. Gabel Wright. I'm in charge of healing you." "...Oh." I lowered my eyes and sat back. "Am I at the institute?" "Oh? You're aware?" "Mhm." It wasn't that hard to figure out. I had been thinking about it for a bit, but was it really possible for something like this to happen under the watch of the institute that boasted itself to be the number one in the empire? No... That was most likely not the case. But... If that was the case, why did something like this happen? Were they just incompetent.. or was there more to it? 'Fucking game.' "The Chancellor personally brought you back here in the middle of the night. Nobody is aware that you're here yet." Taking out a wooden pad, the doctor glanced at it before continuing. "...Broken collarbone, three fractured ribs, a punctured lung, spinal fracture... What sort of situation did you get yourself into?" "Haa.." I inwardly laughed. I wanted to know, too. In the end, I was going to be stuck here for a bit... Great. "Well..." Putting the clipboard down, he ruffled his hair. "The injuries aren't anything serious or anything like that." "...?" "So you should be fine with leaving by tomorrow." "...??" "I'll be leaving to check on my other patients. Rest for now. I'll come to check up on you later." He left just like that. "Ah..." Clank The door closed and silence enveloped the room. I thought back to his words and found myself blinking twice... "Injuries aren't anything serious...?" Broken collarbone, three fractured ribs, a punctured lung, spinal fracture... "Should be fine to leave by tomorrow?" This... "Haha." I couldn't help but laugh. Although this was another world... It still left me stunned. "...Fucking ridiculous." "What is?" "No, it's...!" I abruptly looked to my left, and my eyes widened. When did she... Leaning against the nearest table, her long, flowing black hair draped down her shoulder as she cocked her head. Her appearance was so blinding that I struggled to comprehend what was before me. "So...? What's so ridiculous?" "...." Memories started to flood my mind, and I felt my face stiffen. It took me no time to figure out who the woman before me was. One of the seven Monarchs. The one who was closest to the Zenith. Delilah V. Rosemberg.
