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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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One week later.
[It resembled a human, yet it was something else entirely. At every crime scene, the victim’s entrails were displayed gruesomely across the walls, and there were traces of animal fur….]
The world was already in an uproar.
Articles, appearing simultaneously from various locations, provided a glimpse of the Wulfen’s escalating rampage.
“This has become quite complicated.”
I murmured my observation.
Although the photos were blurred, I knew exactly what they depicted.
Humans, disemboweled and left in a horrific state.
Christine, beside me, sighed deeply, echoing my sentiment.
“We can no longer resolve this discreetly. There are already too many victims.”
Christine fidgeted with an apple, then turned to look at me intently.
“Why are they doing this?”
“Hmm, I have a hunch.”
“…Actually, so do I.”
The Wulfen, a demonic tribe, a more evolved form of what humans called “werewolves,” were slaughtering innocent people.
I had a vague understanding of their motives.
“Perhaps…”
Christine began, but I shook my head, silencing her.
There was no need for speculation.
I spoke.
“They’re trying to draw me out.”
“You? Jekkiel, you?”
Christine’s wide eyes confirmed that her theory differed from mine.
I asked her.
“What did you think?”
“I… I thought they were simply making a show of force. I didn’t realize they might be trying to provoke someone specifically.”
“You saw part of the picture, but not the whole. They are displaying their power, yes, but I believe it’s a tactic to lure me into the open.”
I had once dealt a humiliating blow to a Wulfen officer.
The Wulfen were known for holding grudges.
There was a saying among them, well-known throughout the demon realm: “Kindness and vengeance are both repaid threefold.”
They wouldn’t have forgotten my actions.
Christine, having heard of my past dealings with the Wulfen, nodded slowly.
“That makes sense. Now I understand their motives… but…”
She rubbed her chin, a troubled expression on her face.
“We have to stop the senseless killing of innocent people, but we can’t afford to act rashly. This display of power suggests they’re fully prepared.”
After a moment of contemplation, Christine sighed deeply, her gaze filled with worry.
“It’s frustrating. Why is it so difficult for us to have a normal life?”
I gently stroked her hair.
She was right, but the situation had escalated beyond the point of inaction.
It was time to intervene.
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“Tsk…”
Vivian clicked her tongue in frustration.
She squinted, her eyes half-closed.
We had traveled to this part of the demon realm for an important meeting, but Vivian had been sighing constantly.
“It’s practically a given that the Wulfen are planning something. They wouldn’t be causing such chaos in the human world unless they intended to provoke you.”
“Hmm.”
“If you were willing to abandon the human world and return to the demon realm, we could ignore them. But you want to continue your life at the academy, don’t you? Then you have no choice but to deal with this.”
“Indeed.”
Vivian’s assessment mirrored my own.
This was a troublesome development.
The thought of the disruption to my academy life was already giving me a headache.
Vivian shrugged.
“They probably want you dead.”
I nodded silently.
“That’s to be expected.”
“Yes. That’s exactly what the Wulfen would do. They’re not known for their subtlety. They’d probably display your head somewhere prominent, as a warning.”
The Wulfen were exactly as she described.
Their straightforward, often reckless, nature frequently put them at a disadvantage in the demon realm.
But their inability to retreat also forced them to become stronger.
And now, their fury was directed at me.
Whether I continued my life in the human world was a crucial question.
My decision would be a significant turning point.
The decision, however, wasn’t difficult.
I had taken on students, and I felt responsible for them.
“Vivian, I believe I must continue my work in the human world.”
“I knew you’d say that.”
Vivian sighed, as if anticipating my response.
“How can I help… Ah, I know. Come with me.”
Vivian led the way, and I followed.
She enjoyed conducting research in the demon realm, and her support would be invaluable.
“Here, take this.”
“A potion?”
Vivian handed me a flask filled with a crimson liquid.
Its vibrant color hinted at its potency.
I corrected myself immediately.
“No, it’s more accurate to call it an elixir.”
Just as wines had classifications, so did potions.
This one was far too potent to be found on the open market.
“Yes. I only have three, but I’ll give you one. I have no use for it.”
“Thank you.”
“It will fully restore your life force. You might experience a severe headache, though…”
Vivian pushed the flask towards me insistently, and I placed it in my pocket.
She continued to provide me with various useful items: magical aids, disguises, and tools effective against the Wulfen.
Time passed quickly as I received her gifts.
Whoosh!
A snake slithered down from the ceiling, coiling around a pillar before flicking its tongue at Vivian urgently. Vivian’s expression turned serious.
“…Jekkiel, it seems the situation has escalated.”
Vivian’s grim expression conveyed the gravity of the situation. My shoulders tensed.
“The academy is in danger.”
“The academy?”
Vivian simply nodded.
Of all places, the academy.
My thoughts raced.
We stood in silence for a moment. I finally spoke.
“Don’t look so worried. This was to be expected.”
“I’m worried because I care.”
With that, Vivian waved her hand dismissively, urging me to go. The situation was urgent.
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The academy’s meeting room.
This place, usually bustling with the energy of students and professors, was now filled with tension.
“W-what? What did you say?”
One professor stood abruptly, his voice echoing through the room.
Another professor quickly shushed him, glancing nervously around.
“Keep your voice down! We don’t want to cause unnecessary panic. The students are still unaware of the situation.”
“But this is… unbelievable!”
The professors’ gazes fell upon two empty seats in the meeting room.
One belonged to Aridnel, who was now dead, unable to attend.
“You’re saying Professor Aridnel was… attacked? In the same manner as the victims described in the news reports?”
“Precisely. We initially believed these incidents were confined to the outside world, but we were mistaken.”
“Then…”
Just then—
“I apologize for my tardiness.”
All eyes turned towards the newcomer.
Adrian.
He entered the room with an air of composure, as if he already possessed a solution.
“Let’s address this situation systematically.”
His words, to the uninformed professors, seemed strangely out of place.
One professor snapped angrily.
“What are you talking about? This is a serious crisis! You can’t just waltz in here and act like it’s nothing!”
“I’m not treating this lightly.”
He cut the professor off sharply.
“I assure you, I am taking this very seriously.”
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[I’m sad to say that this is the final chapter of the novel… until the writer decides to continue the novel. its been great translating with you guys!]
Shit April fools joke from the author