Roaring Heroes Battle the Overlord (Ainz)

Chapter 95: A Cold Winter Night

Winter had set in for a while, and the gray clouds had hung heavily in the sky for days, finally bursting forth one night in a storm.

It was as if the sky's reservoir had opened its gates, and torrential rain poured down like a waterfall. The fierce wind whipped the rain, creating a chilling night. In the thick, inky darkness, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, only the sound of countless raindrops hitting the ground, rooftops, and puddles.

The moon and stars hid behind the heavy clouds, unwilling to gaze upon the rainy, dark world below.

Occasionally, flashes of lightning flickered within the clouds, briefly dispelling the darkness for a second or two. The lightning brought booming thunder, merging with the monotonous sound of rain to create a deep symphony.

The drainage system on the streets wasn't great, and the continuous downpour turned the ground into small streams.

Two pairs of footsteps splashed through the rain that flowed wildly across the street, making their way through the pitch-black curtain of rain.

Amid the noisy rain, two voices could be faintly heard, their words shattered by the downpour. From their tones, one was old and the other young.

"Why did the teacher keep you after class again? Did you argue with him?" the older man asked.

"Mr. Laberge said the 3rd Tier spell 'Shadow Stealth' can avoid detection in the unicorn's celestial domain," the boy replied, his voice muffled and stubborn. "You once told me that only the Divine Magic spell 'Holy Shadow' that resonates with the celestial domain can sneak up beside a unicorn."

"Yes, your teacher was indeed wrong. But you can't blame them; many of them have spent nearly their whole lives in the wizard tower. How could they have a chance to hunt wild unicorns? They can only guess based on imagination,

"But you must not argue with your teachers; they are your elders and the ones imparting knowledge to you. You need to respect them; otherwise... you'll be kept after class, and I'll have to come pick you up myself." The older man first agreed with the boy, then scolded him.

"The practical magic and beast taming teachers just talk nonsense and have bad tempers," the boy complained. "If only you taught at the wizard academy, all the apprentices would flock to hear your lectures, and no one would pay attention to Mr. Laberge."

The older man shook his head and laughed, "Forget it. I'm already exhausted from teaching you in my spare time. I can't handle a whole bunch of mischievous kids like you."

"Besides the boys, there are many girls too. Tisana from the neighboring potion class is quite pretty, and there's Phoebe, she seems to be the daughter of a Marquis..." The boy spoke candidly, holding a black umbrella while the old man beside him held another.

Side by side, they walked as the sky poured down endless raindrops that pattered against their umbrellas. Rain streamed off the edges, creating a curtain of water.

"Professor Korm likes to sing while mixing potions, and he sings worse than a crow. So, we've nicknamed him 'Stinky Mouth Crow'. Today, Benjamin muttered the nickname under his breath, and 'Stinky Mouth Crow' heard it. He ended up being punished with the Levitation spell to stand upside down for an entire afternoon..." The boy cheerfully shared the day's amusing incidents from the wizard academy, his youthful voice carrying far along the deserted, rain-drenched streets.

"Uncle?" The boy stopped and turned back.

The old man had suddenly stopped walking. Holding the umbrella with one hand, he stood quietly in the pouring rain, seemingly deep in thought. The boy noticed that in his other hand, the old man gripped his wand.