The Land of Keimusho [ COMPLETED ]

Chapter Seventeen: Secrets 2.0

I saw Cassandra walk away, tears streaming down her face, and a surge of anger and frustration welled up inside me. Without hesitation, I pushed Storm forcefully, my actions driven by a mix of rage and defiance. As I spat on the grass, a twisted smirk formed on my lips, a manifestation of my indifference and a challenge to his perceived power over me.

"You can kill me anytime. I don't care anyway," I taunted, my voice laced with a bitter blend of defiance and apathy.

With a sense of purpose, I turned my back on Storm and briskly walked away, my steps fueled by a determination to uncover the truth. Uncertainty gnawed at me, questioning Storm's involvement in Zenia's murder, but the sight of him dragging her earlier fueled suspicions within me.

Zenia, no longer among the living, haunted my thoughts. I refused to accept the explanation of possession, firmly believing that she had been brutally taken from this world by the hands of another. It became my mission to unravel the mystery behind her untimely demise, driven by a thirst for justice and a need to understand the motives behind her murder.

Amidst the turmoil, the knowledge that Zenia's room held the key to unveiling the secrets of the Academy ignited a sense of urgency within me. It became my singular focus to locate her room, as it was rumored to safeguard the hidden truths within the institution's walls, secrets that could shed light on her tragic fate and potentially expose the darker underbelly of the Academy.

I made my way towards the Dormitory elevator, my intention fixed on exploring the rooms located on the upper floors. However, my progress was abruptly halted as a firm grip seized my arm. With a weary exhalation, I turned around to confront the source of this interruption, only to be met with a disheartening sight—a shadowman.

Weariness dripping from my voice, I inquired, "What do you want?"

"You're here. I've been looking for you," he responded, his words failing to ignite any flicker of interest within me. Annoyed by his intrusion, I swiftly disentangled myself from his grasp.

"Why are you looking for me?" I pressed, a hint of impatience coloring my tone.

"At the end of the month, there will be a combat. You need to prepare for it," he revealed, but his response lacked any substantive elaboration. Without further explanation, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving me seething with frustration. The urge to cast him into the depths of the cursed river surged through me, a testament to my exasperation.

My attention then shifted towards another student who happened to be nearby. Acting swiftly, I seized his arm and implored, "Do you know anything about the combat?"

A mixture of astonishment and elation danced across his countenance as he exclaimed, "Wow! Yeah, I do! OMG~ This is so exciting..."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes in response to his unabashed enthusiasm, knowing all too well the fleeting nature of such fervor. He promptly turned away, his mind already consumed by thoughts of informing our classmates. Another eccentric individual, I thought dismissively, allowing my exasperation to surface once more.

Grr~ I must focus on finding Zenia's room. The details of the combat can wait for now!

I commenced my search on the second floor, but it yielded no results—no trace of Zenia's room.

Undeterred, I ascended to the third floor, desperately hoping for a breakthrough. Alas, it proved to be in vain, as Zenia's room remained elusive.

I repeated this pattern on the fourth floor, but my endeavors were met with disappointment yet again. The fifth floor offered no solace either, intensifying my frustration and deepening the mystery surrounding Zenia's whereabouts.