Chapter 220: A Tale Of The Past, The Pied Piper of Hamelin - 6


    Chief Instructor Nichs hade to the camp with only his closest adjutants. He seemed not to care that this was a perilous forest, seeing as how his clothes and hair were filled with broken branches and leaves. At first nce, he appeared to be a model educator who prioritized student safety.


    However, the reality waspletely different.


    ‘Battered children. Numbering only a few. And a carcass of a beast is lying over there. It seems like a sess… But… Something is off.’


    After seeing the gruesome scene at the camp, Nichs hastily approached the trainee who looked the most uninjured. In the ce where I originally should have been, a girl stood there. And her identity was… formerbat officer aspirant, Shiati.


    “Trainee Shiati. Briefly report what urred.”


    Shiati seemed surprised that Nichs really dide looking for them here, just like I had said. While standing dumbfounded, she gave Nichs a formal salute, then lowered her gaze to the ground and muttered.


    “...We set up camp here due to the driftage that obstructed our way. However, there was a pheromone bait hidden beneath this camp. It is likely a trap set by hunters to catch beasts. And when it was opened… enraged beasts pounced on us.”


    My goodness, she is trash at acting. It’s a relief that I told her to mutter while looking at the ground. After all, she could at least pretend to be too dispirited to answer.


    ‘They know about the bait? They were supposed to have been swept up by the beasts without any awareness. No, rather than that. It’s not time yet, so why did the bait activate already? If so…?’Nichs looked around. The camp, filled with bloodstains, bore only the marks of death. It was especially so when looking at the blood sttered on the trees and the hastily covered pits, as if something was buried there; that of itself was enough to signify the horror that had just urred.


    His n had called for enough blood to be spilled, but… the most important figure was nowhere to be seen.


    ‘Why can’t I see Huey? No… Could it be…’


    Wrapped in anxiety that all this might have been futile, Nichs quickly urged Shiati.


    “What about Huey? Where is Trainee Huey?”


    From the way Nichs looked for me withoutmenting on anything Shiati said… it became certain. It was clear who this graduation practical exercise was prepared for, who had prepared it.


    Shiati, who was assigned to act, lost herposure. Her mind went nk with anger, forgetting even my advice as she red at Nichs.


    “...Why is it that you are calling for him first? There are so many students who are gone, so many who are buried under our very feet! But why is it that you start by looking for Huey?!”


    It was an unexpectedly fierce response. If Nichs felt discord from that attitude, it could be a bit troublesome.


    But Nichs himself was psychologically driven to a corner by the anxiety that his entire n might have been in vain. As such, he didn’t have it in him to concern himself with her behavior.


    “Is that not obvious! Huey is…!”


    Still, he at least had the discretion not to mention the Anathema, so Nichs barely regained hisposure and chose his words carefully.


    “He is the top student, a talent who is guaranteed entrance into a military academy, and the leader of the graduation practical exercise. What is the issue with me looking for him to ensure that I receive a polished report?”


    “Ha, I see. So it doesn’t matter even if several of us die…!”


    “Trainee Shiati! While I regret what you have gone through, you are currently disobeying my orders to report. Do not test my patience.”


    At Nichs'' roar, Shiati bit her lip, bowed her head again, and began to recite the lines she had prepared.


    “Huey… sacrificed himself for us.”


    “...Huh?”


    Nichs was the architect. He had prepared this stage and written the script, assigning roles and drawing the story''s ending at will.


    However, no matter how meticulously nned, from the moment the curtain rose, he was just one of the audience members. Nichs hoped the y would go as scripted, but sometimes a y betrayed the architect’s expectations and showed something that went beyond the script.


    Shiati blurted out the lines she had memorized beforehand to him, who had now jumped onto the stage.


    “While we were dealing with the sudden beast attack, Huey was the first to realize that this situation was caused by pheromone bait. While investigating the camp, he found the bait somewhere, hugged the box, and ran away towards the river, yelling. The beasts attacking us… all followed Huey. We remained to take care of and gather the survivors.”


    “What…?! Huey chose to be the bait? By his own will?”


    “That is right.”


    Shiati, as if trying to hide a devastated expression, crossed her arms behind her and bowed her head deeply. Meanwhile, Nichs could not ept the unexpected development, his hands trembling.


    The y had slipped from his hands. Reality had betrayed his expectations. Nichs felt a terrible sense of defeat that was as great as his hopes and anticipations had once been.


    The method Nichs chose to face this all too mundane failure was…


    Denial.


    “That is nonsense! Huey is not that kind of person. A cunning, crafty punk like him would never sacrifice himself for you all!”


    “...Excuse me?”


    “Historia and Lankart. To be the top student while being amongst those two, it is not enough to just be outstanding! He even thought of making those two his allies and using them. Only by being clever while gaining poprity among his peers can one reach such a position! And Huey had achieved that. There is no way he would sacrifice himself for the likes of you!”


    Nichs looked around with bloodshot eyes. The remaining children, ingrained with fear, dared not meet his gaze. Such was the terrifying presence emitted by Chief Instructor Nichs.


    Chief Instructor Colonel Nichs. Hamelin was just one of the ces he oversaw. He was the Chief Instructor handling all elementary and secondary schools in the southwestern region.


    It was no coincidence that Historia and Lankart entered Hamelin at the same time. Chief Instructor Nichs had brought the two, who had stood out in Elementary Citizen School, to this ce.


    His exceptional ability was recognized by highmand as sufficient to urately assess students, which was why he had risen to the position of Chief Instructor.


    His status, rank, ability, and umted experience were of apletely different dimension. Even if all these children were to advance to an advanced military academy, none could match even the tip of the iceberg that was Nichs'' achievements.


    In the face of Nichs'' fierce demeanor, the children bowed their heads submissively. From above them, Nichs'' enraged voice thundered.


    “You all should have been the ones to sacrifice yourselves! If someone was going to die! You should have died instead! Why is it that you are the ones to live?!”


    He was the ever so dependent Chief Instructor. The person who had arrived after they had all narrowly survived a life-threatening situation. As such, some children wanted to believe it was all a terrible nightmare. They hoped that perhaps the Military State had not abandoned them and that it was all a misunderstanding.


    However, the words Nichs spat out trampled on thatst sliver of hope.


    “So, are you nning to kill us all?! For just that one punk, Huey?!”


    Rebellion red up within Shiati as she jerked her head up, but it quickly died away. After all, what was reflected on her eyes was Nichs’ sinister grin.


    “...Oho. I see. You have… realized what this test was about.”


    A face half-lost in madness. As Shiati staggered back in fear, Nichs, twisting his lips and head bizarrely, nced at a roughly covered pit.


    “How did youe to know? Did you find the bedrock while digging a grave for the dead?”


    “D-Do you think I would tell you…?”


    “I have not yet asked ‘what’ you know, Trainee Shiati. If you intend to deceive someone, you should at least erase the facts you know from your mind….”


    With that, he gestured to an adjutant following him. The adjutant, lips sealed tight, followed Nichs.


    “Of course, though… It seems you will no longer have any use for such a teaching anyway.”


    A cold killing intent was directed at Shiati and the other children. The children huddled behind Shiati like frightened chicks. Even though there were more than thirty in number, they did not appear to have the upper hand.


    “Sekrik.”


    “Yes. Chief Instructor.”


    “Bury them all. Lend a hand.”


    <i>Shing.</i>The adjutant named Sekrik drew his saber. The saber that used to give orders to the children now had its de pointed at them.


    Shiati, sensing the killing intent emanating from the de, cried out.


    “What is the meaning of this…! Could it be that you mean to kill us all, Chief Instructor?!”


    “You were all destined to die anyway. It is just that the method of death has be a bit more cumbersome.”


    Nichs also drew his longsword as he replied chillingly. A dark Qi Arts ignited like mes around the de, ready to execute these unanticipated survivors.


    The children backed away, but behind them was a river. To escape, they had to either jump into the waters or get past Nichs.


    And of course, both options were nearly impossible to aplish.


    “Try running away somewhere. If there is such a ce in the Military State, that is.”


    As the children hesitantly retreated, Nichs and his adjutant followed, each step filled with resolute murderous intent. And then, as he walked…


    He stepped into a trap.


    “Surprise, Chief Instructor!”


    Just before he put his foot down, I kicked out of a copsed tent and stood up. Caught off guard by my sudden appearance, Nichs could not react to the trap.


    Immediately, a snare that could have taken down a giant deer caught his ankle...


    But the difference was, he was an armed human.


    “Heup!”


    The long sword moved with agility that belied its length. With a sh, the snare at his ankle’s height was cut in an instant. The remaining force of the sword strike carved a long mark on the ground.


    However, the trap did not end with just that.


    “Surprise Two.”


    The snare was connected to something else. As the rope snapped, arge log overhead, carelessly draped, fell towards Nichs'' back. Whoosh—a heavy sound echoed.


    But for him, who was trained in Qi Arts, the attack was all too slow.


    “A pathetic attempt.”


    A lightning-fast sh. Therge log was split in one strike. And as a result of that, the chain of traps were broken.


    If he had dodged to the side or ducked down, he would have faced Surprises Three, Four, and Five, though…. To think he would just slice through it. It wasn’t for no reason that he was a Colonel, I guess.


    “Well, I mean… At least I got one thing done.”


    <i>Fwick, whirl. </i>I drew my dagger. The one called Sekrik, his adjutant, spewed blood from his side.


    “Kuheuk!”


    “Now, now. Just lie down for a bit.”


    The adjutant, not as agile in his response as Nichs, was dragged by the snare right in front of me. Though he instinctively protected himself, it was no use; I pierced his side with my dagger, slipping through his defenses.


    No matter how feeble my Qi Arts, it was still Qi Arts. The de lodged between his ribs. The blood flowing down the dagger seeped into the earth... going somewhere.


    “You, you… Huey…!”


    “Shhhh. You, my body’s nourishment. Stay still. If you die, the blood won’t flow out well, you know?”


    Leaving the adjutant, who was not yet dead but slowly approaching the end, behind, I held my dagger upright and greeted Nichs.


    “Hello, Chief Instructor Nichs?”


    “Why. How… No.”


    <i>Whisk, whisk.</i>His gaze moved between me, Shiati, and the trap under his feet. After noticing something in my smile for a brief moment, he gripped his face with a trembling voice.


    “...Is that how it is, Huey? So, you knew everything? And yet, you still made such a foolish choice…?!”


    “A foolish choice? What a strange thing to say.”


    “You should have just idly watched it unfold! I was the one tomit the Anathema and all you had to do was pretend you didn’t know and reap the benefits of the losers’ deaths! I took everything upon myself…! How could you reject that?!”


    How could I reject it, you ask? Like this.


    At my signal, the children who had been hiding beneath the riverbank surged forth all at once. There were roughly one hundred and forty of them. Each one wielded a spear made from a hastily tied dagger to a branch, trembling with fear and anger as they joined the fray.


    “I rejected it in this way.”


    The children swelled in number in an instant. Most of them red at Nichs with hatred. Nichs muttered dumbfoundedly.


    “To think that almost all… were saved.”


    “Almost all were saved? How can you say that? Seventeen precious lives were lost. It is a great loss for me too, you know?”


    Nichs seemed unconvinced by my opinion.


    “Seventeen! That is too few! Far too few! Your Qi has not increased at all!”


    “Still, please praise me. Despite theck of increase in Qi, I could still easily handle a giant deer and one adjutant, after all.”


    I smiled slyly as I spun my de. The blood on it was not much different from that shed by the children struck down by horns and ws.


    Could it be the effect of Gluttony? Perhaps due to my direct stab, something seemed to seep into my body. A murky and tainted energy entered through the bio-receptor and infiltrated my blood vessels.


    This energy, though negligible in absolute quantity… was distinctly palpable to me, who possessed only a faint trace of Qi and Mana.


    However…


    “Ptui. It’s not even all that great. Ugh, how disgusting. Were you really boasting over just this? I might as well just smoke a mana herb instead. At least that tastes good.”


    Nichs failed toprehend the unfolding events. He did not understand how the script had gone awry, nor my existence that had escaped from beneath it.


    He asked with a baffled expression.


    “Why, Huey?”


    “Why indeed, Nichs?”


    “You are weak. With your levels of Qi and Mana, you will never advance beyond a certain stage. You are excellent at wielding the abilities you have, but your inherently low Qi and Mana will forever be chains that bind you, holding you back! And I intended to free you from those very chains!”


    Surprisingly, even in this now, when I had betrayed his trust and stabbed his adjutant… he was sincerely appealing to me. As if it was a pity that someone as talented as I had made such a foolish choice.


    “To wield power over others and use them to your heart’s content, you need at least the minimum qualifications. That is what dignity is. That is what strength can achieve. No matter how outstanding you are, if youck power… You cannot achieve a single thing. You, more than anyone, should have understood your own limits!”


    “Of course, I understand. Chief Instructor. How could I not?”


    Nichs was sincere. Even if he was a Chief Instructor, he could notmit an Anathema with such a light heart or resolve. Having observed my abilities for three years and pinpointed where Icked, he truly wished for me to be someone greater. For my sake. For the sake of the Military State.


    But still... even if it was for the country… Intrinsically, it was nothing more than a wish directed at others. It was akin to generously handing over leftover change after one had fully satisfied oneself and did not desire any more.


    An ordinary person might appreciate such spare change, but I was a Mind Reader. I could not be moved by such scraps of emotion.


    “But you see, Nichs. Though you are packaging your heart without a care, twisting it to fit whatever narrative you wish… In actuality, doesn’t your sincerity only emerge when you’re safe, warm, and well-fed? And doesn’t that make your heart, your mind, your intentions… far too light and shallow?”


    In a way, it was an obvious statement.


    I read thoughts. There was no scale to measure the size of a heart, but as a Mind Reader, I didpare the magnitude and depth of emotions.


    Unsurprisingly, Nichs''s heart, as he stood outside of the stage, weighed far lighter than the lingering echo of a single child who had died.


    But this wasn’t something I could just exin. Tsk. Oh well. Nothing that can be done about it.


    Nichs, incapable of understanding even half of what I said, shouted defiantly.


    “This was also a test for you! In order to achieve a wider, greater, and more significant victory, sacrificing soldiers is necessary! I took the risks to make it happen, but your judgments became spoiled because of mere personal sentiments!”


    “Is that so? Then, I’ll pose a question about such wider, greater, and more significant victories. After all, why should only Chief Instructor get to pose questions? There’s no rule saying I can’t do the same, right?”


    I walked slowly. The sound of vines and tree roots being crushed underfoot could be heard. In the past few days, people had frequented this area so much that the terrain itself had changed drastically. Broken branches, trampled earth, and numerous traps made of rope filled the area.


    The odds of winning were sufficient.


    “Rather than these unptable children, die for me instead, Nichs. Offer up your blood for my sake. If you do so, then I shall not destroy the Military State….”


    <em><strong>Come up on stage, at least make it fair. Move me with such heart. Such resolve. Such emotion.</strong></em>


    “All I need is you. Just a single person’s worth, that /genesisforsaken