Chapter 297
Mirim Distar slammed her fist on the armrest of her chair .
"Fine . If they want war, then war it is . Enough with finesse and schemes . I'm going to make all the necessary preparations to detain and quarantine all the academy staff until the traitors have been found . "
"This… this will have terrible consequences for the academy's reputation and the students!" Linjos stuttered in bewilderment . "Classes will be suspended, exams delayed . Not to mention we have yet to prepare for Balkor's incoming attack!"
"Not as terrible as more dead students would, Linjos . " The Marchioness understood his concerns, but she could see the bigger picture .
"A reputation can be rebuilt, the same applies to an academy . The dead though, have no such luxury . I don't want any more students endangered by political plays, nor the White Griffon to suffer from sabotage like last year .
"Get rid of some of the most useless members of your staff . I'm going to replace them with constables, some undercover, some not . We have an advantage our opponent lacks: we are the ones making the rules of this game . "
Linjos opened the Warp Gate of his office, allowing the Marchioness to get straight to her mansion .
'Gods, I hate how right she is . ' Linjos held his head between his hands in despair . All his hopes, his ideals were shattering one after the other against the harshness of reality .
'At this point, I can trust no one . Not even my inner circle . I'm completely alone, surrounded by enemies!' He banged his head against the desk, realizing how devious was the human heart .
***
'At this point, we can trust no one . Not even the Professors . We are surrounded by enemies . ' Solus thought with a sigh .
'Yeah . Same old same old . ' Lith shrugged . 'The trick is to keep our eyes wide open and our buttocks tightly closed, so no one scr*ws us from behind . '
Lith took off, flying at break neck speed towards the Mage Knight training hall . Since Wanemyre gave the students a single attempt at Bonding, the Forgemastering class ended before the gong resounded .
While she explained to those who had failed their mistakes, the others were free to leave . Thanks to the map in Soluspedia, Lith always knew the shortest path to his destination while his senses allowed him to avoid collisions in mid air with other students .
When Friya and Phloria came out of the hall, they were in the middle of a lively conversation about some technique they had recently practiced . Their faces were drenched with sweat which they dabbed with a towel around their necks .
All the students had an exhausted look . Most had bruises visible on their exposed skin, especially on the arms . Combat specializations were demanding both physically and mentally, often involving getting hit at the slightest mistake .
"Hi, girls . " Lith drew on himself hateful looks . Most of the boys hated his guts from the fourth year . Despite being three years younger than them, with his 1 . 66 meters (5'5") was already taller and with a better physique than them .
On Mogar, youths developed mostly during their thirteenth year . After that, there could be small adjustments until the sixteenth one . It was the limit after which the body stopped growing .
All of them hoped to become elite troops and while being tall wasn't necessary, it sure helped . They could only envy the kind of monster Lith would grow into .
"Hi, Lith!" Phloria was pleasantly surprised . Usually in their relationship it was up to her to take the initiative .
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