Strongest Warlock - Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 369: I Do Not Believe In Fate [Part 2]

Ethan, Henry, and Professor Barret watched as the teachers knocked on the door a few times, and called out Professor Onar's name.

After a minute without answers, they forcefully destroyed the door and entered his room.

After a careful inspection, they didn't see anything suspicious. Everything was neatly arranged, speaking volumes about Professor Onar's tidiness.

His beddings, his closet, and his books were all in place, which made Professor Barret arch an eyebrow.

As an Ex-Magistratus who specialized in investigations, a single glance was enough to tell him that there were no signs of any hasty packing of clothes in order to escape.

There were no cluttered items in the room, which were a sign of someone trying to get something, while in a state of panic.

After that, Professor Marlton returned to the Elder Dragon empty handed and explained the situation.

Eizenth, who didn't give a damn about the human's excuse, raged and was about to go into a full-blown confrontation with the humans.

But before that happened, the Academy's Guardian Protector, an Elder Wind Elemental, appeared, ready to protect the place that it had guarded for hundreds of years.

Perhaps sensing that it would suffer serious injuries if she fought countless Wizards, Witches, and an Elder Elemental, the Elder Dragon gave an ultimatum.

"One week!" Eizenth declared. "If after one week my child is not returned to me, I will not show mercy any longer! Now go, and find my child!"

Professor Marlton then organized a search party to find Professor Onar in Midgard.

The majority of the Professors who went were ones well-versed in combat, as well as tracking.

The Professors that remained were Healers, Alchemists, as well as those who pursued arts.

After seeing that the Humans had actually sent a search party, the Elder Dragon left. At least for a day, before returning to cast a spell on the Teleportation gate to prevent people from escaping.

Dragons, especially Elder Dragons, were proficient in Ancient Draconic Magic. Because of this, no one in the academy would be able to leave, and those who tried to flee by flying in the sky would be hunted down by her Wyvern subordinates.

When the projection ended, Professor Barret finally understood the gist of things.

"The Elder Dragon didn't want anyone to escape just in case her child wasn't returned to her," Professor Barret stated. "Also, since most of the Professors who specialize in combat are gone, the chances of her fighting against the entirety of the academy have now become possible.

"I believe that the reason why she gave an ultimatum of one week is because of another thing. When she attacked the academy, her Mate wasn't with her. It means that her partner will probably return in a week, and when that happens…"

"That means we will be facing off against not one but two Elder Dragons after the grace period is over," Professor Marlton's expression became grim after realizing what Professor Barret was trying to say.

Professor Barret nodded before glancing at Ethan and Henry, who seemed to understand what they needed to do already.

"Let's go," Professor Barret said before walking out of the Headmaster's Office.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Professor Marlton asked.

"Where? To see this Elder Dragon Eizenth, of course," Professor Barret replied.

The Headmaster looked at his friend in disbelief. Meeting the Elder Dragon was tantamount to suicide.

"You want to see her?" Professor Marlton asked. "Do you want to die?"

"Of course not," Professor Barret answered. "I'll just talk to her first. Also, you promised my two students treasures, right? Give them upfront. There's no point in keeping them in your treasury. It will be best if they are put to good use to save this academy and its students."

Professor Marlton looked at the Ex-Magistratus with discerning eyes.

"Barret, don't tell me you plan to fight this Elder Dragon?" Professor Marlton asked. "And you'll be bringing these two students as well?"

Professor Barret chuckled before turning around to look at his friend.

"Marlton, what did they call me when I was still an active member of the Magistratus?"

"… Old Sly Bastard."

"Do you want me to punch you?"

Professor Marlton chuckled awkwardly after his failed attempt to strike a joke.

"The King of Chains," Professor Marlton stated. "The one who binds man and beasts, locking them in place."

"That's right," Professor Barret nodded. "Now show me your treasury before I hang you upside down in front of everyone. It's better if we put your treasures to good use, rather than wait for two Elder Dragons to roast us into barbecued meat."

Professor Northon also nodded his head in agreement.

"I think Professor Barret has a point, Headmaster," Professor Northon stated. "It will be best if we put the Academy's Treasury to good use rather than let the Elder Dragons take it for themselves after we are dead."

A sigh escaped Professor Marlton's lips before he, too, nodded his head in understanding.

"Very well," Professor Marlton relented. "Professor Northon, tell the other Professors to gather in my office within the hour. Meanwhile, I will take our guests to the treasury."

"Yes, Headmaster." Professor Northon nodded before leaving the room.

The Headmaster of Dawnbreaker Academy sighed a second time before walking toward the portrait of the founder of the academy, which hung behind his office table.

Professor Marlton then lightly tapped the four corners of the portrait.

A moment later, the portrait emitted a flash of light.

Ethan, Henry, and Professor Barret found themselves in a white place, devoid of anything.

In front of them, Professor Marlton bowed in front of an old man, who had a sad expression on his face.

"It pains me to see that the academy I have founded will meet its end in this manner," the old man, who looked exactly like the Founder of Dawnbreaker Academy, said. "But hope is not lost. Today, I will make an exception and open the inner treasury, where the most powerful magical artifacts are stored.

I apologize to the three of you, who are forced to share the same fate as my academy. The least I can do is give you all a fighting chance, allowing for the possibility of a miracle.

"You may take any treasure from my collection, but you can only take one. I do not believe in Fate, but I do believe that the three of you came here for a reason. Now, enter my Domain and choose wisely."

The Old Man then clapped his hands once.

After that, the white world disappeared, and everyone found themselves in a place where several artifacts were displayed on shelves with descriptions of what these treasures could do.

"This place will remain open for only an hour." The old man's voice reverberated in the treasury. "Make sure to choose a treasure within that allotted time."

Ethan, Henry, and Professor Barret didn't waste any time and inspected the artifacts that caught their attention.

Since Professor Barret was also given permission to take one treasure, he planned to pick the one that complimented his fighting style best.

Originally, Ethan didn't plan to take any weapons because he already had the Sea God's Trident and Lightbringer.

However, for some reason, he found himself being pulled towards the weapon section, where several spears, halberds, and staff were located.

At first, Ethan thought that another Trident was calling for him.

However, his guess was proved wrong when he found himself staring at what seemed to be a spear, whose blade tip looked like a slender spade.

Runic letters were etched on its long handle made of wood, which were filled with gold gilding. There were small rubies that were embedded into a golden ring that connected the spearhead and its shaft.

A braided leather cord was tied beneath the golden ring, and three eagle feathers were connected at the ends of the cord.

Ethan looked at the spear and tried to search for its name or a description.

However, he didn't find anything.

It was as if the spear didn't belong in the treasury at all because it was the only artifact in the room that was not placed in a display case.

It simply stood in the corner of the room, looking very plain.

And yet, the young man could feel an incredible attraction to it, which made him subconsciously touch the handle of the spear, allowing him to learn its name then and there.

"Areadbhair," Ethan said softly, and the spear in his hand hummed in acknowledgment.

Blue flames flickered around its spear blade and body as if awakening from a thousand-year-sleep.

Sebastian, who was inside Ethan's sea of consciousness whistled because he could feel the strong power emanating from the spear.

Ethan's Other Half, on the other hand, frowned because he could feel that this spear was a very powerful and dangerous weapon that could threaten his very existence.