The Academy’s Barbarian

Chapter 57.2 - The Visit (1)

Chapter 57.2 - The Visit (1)

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Meanwhile, at that time

Count Deorg, having arrived at the academy, proceeded directly to the Military Studies Department's infirmary.

There was only one reason.

To check on the condition of his son, Himmel Deorg, who was hospitalized here. After some time, he was able to confirm Himmel's condition.

"........."

Through a large glass window,

Himmel was seen walking with the help of crutches. Nurses were by his side, assisting him in his steps.

As you can see, the recovery is progressing smoothly. Rehabilitation is also progressing rapidly.

At that time, someone approached the Count's side.

It was Himmel's doctor, and he continued the explanation with a smile on his face, "However, during the match, he received a strong blow to the head, resulting in short-term memory loss. Ah, of course, it's not serious.

".........."

"Other than that, the rest is all within the normal range. At this rate, I think he'll be able to be discharged in about a month.

The attending physician rambled on.

But there was no answer, no retort, from the Count, who merely stared at Himmel with eyes as dry as the desert.

Was the silence awkward?

The doctor let out a useless cough, Cough! Then the next is.

"And the sword?"

"Yes?"

"Does he have any problems wielding a sword?"

It was a somewhat unexpected question.

However, he understood it soon. The Deorg family was a famous martial family. The doctor nodded soon after.

I think so. Other than the head, he wasn't seriously injured. Of course, the exact thing is to testC, Count!

The doctor shouted in surprise; he had every reason to be. The Count had stormed into the rehabilitation room.

The doctor was taken aback by the suddenness, but there was someone who was even more surprised.

"Ah, Father?!"

Himmel's eyes widened; surprise and bewilderment were evident on his face, and then a unique emotion appeared in his eyes.

An emotion rarely seen between a normal parent and child. That is, strong fear.

Whe, when did you come here khuk!

Himmel's face crumpled in pain.

Because the Count, who had just taken away his crutches, had punched him in the stomach. The sudden attack didn't stop there. After that, the Count continued to swing the crutch around, hitting Himmel all over his body.

"Guk! Cough! Kwaaaak!

One horrific scream after another.

Then, the nurses who were with Himmel shouted with puzzled faces.

W, what are you doing now!?

Guards! Please stop him!

The guards were equally confused.

Unlike the nurses, the soldiers knew who the Count was.

One of the five Masters of the Empire.

What could they possibly do to stop him? As the soldiers scrambled, Himmel finally slumped into his seat

Ugh! Uweeek!

with a loud gurgling sound.

Himmel shuddered, and soon collapsed face down to the ground with his eyes rolled back. He lost consciousness.

"Patient Himmel! Come to your senses!

W, who can bring a stretcher?

The nurses shouted urgently.

The Count looked down at Himmel with an expressionless face, then tossed the crutches aside and turned back to the attending physician.

Please apply for discharge.

"But the injuries are still"

Don't worry. I plan to continue treatment after returning to the county.

With a decisive tone, the Earl turned away immediately.

However, at that moment,

"Oh, you can't!"

an unexpected response echoed.

Turning his head, the Count fixed a sharp gaze on the doctor. There was a strange pressure in his eyes. Nevertheless, the doctor stood firm and shouted, "This is Arsene Academy. Even if you were a Count, you can't just take away an Arsen student as you please!"

"Then he'll quit the academy."

"......Huh?"

The bombshell remark came out of nowhere.

Staring at the dumbfounded doctor, the Count spoke in a dry voice, "Will this suffice?"

"No, that's not possible."

Just then, an uninvited visitor interrupted the conversation.

The Count's face remained impassive, though the repeated interruptions should have been annoying; after a few moments, the Count realized the identity of the unexpected visitor and immediately saluted.

"General Erkazan."

"Not anymore. I have long since retired."

Berge Erkazan. The Head of the Military Studies Department returned the salute in kind, then spoke, "Rather, let's go back to the main topic. In order to quit the academy, you must spend at least one semester here. That's the rule."

The Count looked a little miffed at the reply. But surprisingly, he didn't retort. Instead, he skillfully changed the subject, "That's good timing."

"What do you mean?"

"There was something I wanted to ask the general."

"I have a vague idea, but what is it?"

Berge asked, dreading the question.

The Count's eyes moved slightly. Towards Himmel, who was being carried on a stretcher.

"I've heard it was a barbarian who did that to him. Is that true?"

"Well, it is true. However, there is a reason for this."

"Where is that barbarian?"

The Count interrupted Berge's words and asked.

It was a rude act, but Berge didn't care. There was something more important right now.

"What will you do if you know?"

"I have something to investigate."

"Just to be sure, you don't plan to go toe-to-toe with that barbarian, do you?"

"I can't say for sure."

"Then I can't tell you."

"General."

"This is Arsene. And I have a duty to protect the students as a Head. I will not tolerate violence or retaliation."

Berge's eyes flashed intensely; eyes filled with firm determination and stubbornness. An attitude that will never back down.

"Hmm, I understand."

The Count let out a slight sigh; then, with a sigh, he muttered, "Then I'll find it my way."

"Count Istan!"

"Excuse me."

The Count didn't even blink at Berge's yelling, even bowed his head politely, then immediately left the ward.

"As expected."

As he watched his backside recede into the distance, Berge sighed.

"Sigh, it can't be helped, I'll just have to leave it to Dean Chernihiv from now on."

It is the duty of Head Deflyn Chernihiv and the Special Operations Unit to deal with Count Deorg. That was agreed upon about two weeks ago.

'And.'

There was one more thing; a contingency plan.

In case, by some chance, Deflyn couldn't handle the Count. In the worst-case scenario where Ulan and the Count would meet, a contingency plan was put in place.

Of course, the best thing would be not to use the contingency plan and resolve the situation peacefully.

So Berge said a silent prayer. That everything will go well.

***** After leaving the Military Studies Department's ward,

Count Deorug headed straight for the Magic Department.

Because there was a person he had met on the battlefield in the past, and someone who could be asked for help.

But only for a moment.

The Count quickly stopped in his tracks. A man suddenly stood in his way.

"It's been a long time, Your Excellency."

A young man with a wistful look.

The Count recognized him at once.

"Roen Philaud?"

"I'm honored that you remember my name."

He was the captain of the Arsene Guard.

At the same time, he was also a soldier who fought against the heretics alongside the Count on the southern front six years ago.

"It's been a long time. Do you have any business with me?"

"It's nothing special, I came to provide some information that could be helpful about the barbarian you are currently looking for."

The Count sealed his lips, then fixed his gaze upon Roen. As if urging him to speak, the Count's silent inquiry was met with an immediate response from Roen, "He is currently in the Fountain of Magic."

"The Fountain of Magic? Why there."

"To prevent contact with Your Excellency."

With that succinct reply, the Count furrowed his brow.

"That makes it sound as if certain forces are involved in this."

"That's right."

"Who is it?"

"The Imperial military."

"......I'd like to hear the details."

The Count's gaze grew more serious.

In response, Roen explained the Imperial militarys intentions towards Ulan, the motives behind it, and how Dean Berge was entangled in this plan.

After the tale of intrigue concluded, the Count furrowed his brow, "Where did you hear this story?"

"I have a good source. Anyway, if you head to the Zone 1 of the Fountain of Magic, you'll find the barbarian who injured your son."

Roen seemed reluctant to share details about the informant, and the Count refrained from prying further.

Finding the whereabouts of the barbarian was the paramount concern. Thus, he nodded in acknowledgment to conclude their conversation, "I understand. I will remember your work today."

"I am grateful if you will."

Roen bowed his head; the corners of his mouth twitched. He smiled, a smile tinged with an odd sense of relief, a smile that somehow made him feel good.

Having obtained new information, the Count immediately set forth. He headed straight for the location where the Imperial military was hiding the barbarian, the Fountain of Magic known as 'Arsen.'

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