Damn Academy - Chapter 102

[Episode 102] Circulatory System (4)

The day after returning from Rigved, Iris called me aside before the morning classes.

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We stood facing each other in an empty hallway, where the lack of people matched her expression and the tense atmosphere—it was clear that this wouldn’t be a pleasant conversation.

When a group leader pulls you aside for a quiet talk, it typically only meant one thing. I had already come to terms with the inevitable.

Iris seemed unused to this kind of confrontation, hesitating for a long while.

“Feel free to say anything, it’s okay.”

“Ah, yes… Last night, after dinner, Polson, Lysander, and I had a discussion. It seems our group might need a spirit mage after all.”

“Go on.”

“We have two from the Combat Department, so we decided to let one go… and invite a spirit mage instead.”

“You mean to kick me out and free up a slot?”

“Yes.”

“…”

Iris must have known the importance of having a spirit mage. Until yesterday, she acted as if she would lead us all, but her sudden change of heart made it obvious that Polson—or whoever he was—had coerced her.

Full of guilt yet without uttering an apology, she stood before me.

I understood. Shuffling group members was part of the lesson. There’s no moral obligation involved, and I had no intention of holding a grudge or casting blame.

However, my impression of Iris changed slightly. I needed to build a circle of dependable colleagues, and for a brief moment, I thought Iris could be one of them. But upon seeing her easily swayed, that sentiment evaporated.

“You can follow the plan I suggested and you should be able to get a good grade. And…”

“Is that all you wanted to say? May I leave now?”

“Ah, yes! Take care.”

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I left the spot.

Had I been expelled yesterday, joining another group would have been easy, but now that most groups were at full capacity, my situation became awkward.

Maybe this was for the best. I’d rather decline participating in a group than go through the complex process of aligning opinions. Applying Zverev’s theories in the practicum is a gamble. Who would want to follow an uncertain path, toil in hunting, and stomach things they’re not used to?

There was only one day left to prepare. I planned to spend the remaining time poring over books to memorize the traits of the plants and animals inhabiting the circulatory system. Since I’d be preparing alone, I’d have to put in twice the effort.

***

The second circulatory system class was scheduled for the morning. The grouped students were easy to spot, huddled in fours around the lecture hall.

Then Trisha and her group entered and glanced back and forth between me and Iris’s group. Noticing I was sitting alone at the back, she silently took her seat, presumably guessing the situation.

A while later when Professor Rakam entered the classroom, the previously lively atmosphere quieted down immediately.

But it wasn’t just the professor and assistants who arrived—a girl followed close behind him, causing students to gape in surprise.

It was Luna, who we thought would be absent from this lesson.

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She appeared to be in better health, fortunately.

Professor Rakam prefaced the class with a brief introduction.

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“Ah, this student was delayed joining us due to an external mission. If anyone’s group is still incomplete, take note of her. She is the top student from the Magic Department, so I trust she’ll do well. Go ahead and take a seat.”

He implied more than just paying attention to Luna. Every student eyed her intensely as she nodded to Rakam and crossed the amphitheater-style classroom.

Several students murmured to each other as they watched her. Some girls who knew Luna greeted her as she passed by.

Watching this scene unfold, a chill went down my spine.

Luna was avoiding her friends and coming towards the back row where I sat.

‘Must be my imagination,’ I thought, repeating it to myself, but when Luna stopped right at my row, I turned my head pretending not to see her.

Luna moved past several seats and settled three spots away from me.

Neither of us exchanged greetings, though I couldn’t shake the feeling that, perhaps it was her way of showing delight to sit near me.

The surrounding students began to gossip. Thankfully, they were more interested in Sion’s name than mine.

“Is it because she’s with Sion…?”

“Probably the tops are sticking together…”

“Gale seemed likely…”

With Sion sitting alone at the opposite end of our row and other students lacking groups, they didn’t suspect anything between Luna and me, assuming she had simply chosen an empty spot.

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Trisha, however, appeared to be brooding over something different.

While other students were looking towards the lecturer’s podium, Trisha turned in her seat to stare at me.

Her gaze seemed fierce, flames practically burning in her eyes, a look I’d never seen before. What her anger could be about, especially when she had nothing to do with Luna, I couldn’t grasp at all.

At Cecil’s signal, Trisha finally turned back around.

After the disturbance settled, the class resumed.

This class covered a basic introduction to the geography of the Sodderton circulatory system, some cautionary advice, and a few clues for entry.

The first hint involved the spirits, and the second was using a herb called ‘Blue Spirit Grass’.

“Circulatory system’s wild animals might get hostile if they feel their territory is invaded. However, not all beings will act aggressively. Keep that in mind. The spirits there are quite curious about humans.”

One thing was clear—this statement elevated the value of the spirit mage Luna.

As for the second clue, it was explained that:

“Blue Spirit Grass is a peculiar herb that sprouts from the blood of dead animals. It can be quite useful in finding the entrance.”

This option was provided for groups without a spirit mage.

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Details on where to find it or how to use it were not shared—seemingly leaving it for us to resolve as part of the task.

Professor Rakam also made a quick note on group composition.

“Ah, and note that the revised group roster is confidential. Maybe your faces aren’t known to each other yet, so there’s no wariness, but beware, every year there are some who prey on the weaker groups to pillage supplies. I advise not to openly expose your group composition.”

He cautioned us rather than forbidding pilferage outright. Students closely seated at the front flinched at the words.

There were just over sixty students sitting alone—oddly high in number, but understandable if some were pretenders.

Now I noticed Sion, seated across from me, looking down at the others like prey. Even from my perspective, it was chilling. Some noticed her glance and muttered about her potentially resolving food supplies through plundering.

Before the class, they had regarded those without a group as dropouts, but with Sion, Varianne, and now Luna joining the back, we seemed more like dangerous individuals harboring ulterior motives.

When class ended, Luna rose silently and left the classroom, following the professor.

Some trailed her like they were fans, including Iris’s group.

The leftover groups buzzed about the Blue Spirit Grass. Leaders hurried them, suggesting it was a cultivated product in Rigved and advising them to secure it before it was too late.
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When one group departed, the others, as if caught by herd mentality, quickly left the classroom.

I had no intention to visit Rigved, but I thought it best to feign having a group and followed the crowd outside.

As I headed for the library to discover the accurate usage of Blue Spirit Grass, a familiar bird caught my eye.

It was the ethereal spirit I had contracted with. I hadn’t summoned it, so how had it found me?

The spirit fluttered in front of my face, a note pecked in its beak.

“…”

This spirit is supposed to serve me—why was it delivering someone else’s messages?

I had a hunch who might be behind this.

As expected, when I unfolded the note, I found a message from Luna.

[Wait for me near the Guardian Tree.]

***

The Guardian Tree of Eternia looked different from when I had last seen it.

The leaves that were withering away had fallen, turning to mulch on the ground, replaced by gray buds sprouting from the branches.

Beneath the tree’s shade, a girl with golden hair stood with her back to me.

Luna had fixed her gaze on the Guardian Tree and hadn’t turned around once, but her awareness was sharp enough to detect my presence. She spoke without looking my way.

“……The curse is finally lifted. The Guardian Tree is recovering quickly.”

There was a buoyancy in her voice.

“That’s a relief the efforts weren’t in vain.”

Knowing my efforts hadn’t been wasted brought ease to my mind.

“But… there are still remnants.”

“Are the psychic entities still bothering you?”

“Yes…”

Blood rushed to my head, but I calmed myself and spoke evenly.

“Just wait. Forget the practicum or whatever, today we need to uproot them completely…”

As I reached for my sword, Luna quickly corrected herself.

“No, not those. Um… it’s similar beings—keen on forming a working group, constantly following me around.”

“……”

She seemed tense and a touch of cunning lined her words, likely premeditated.

“I was expelled this morning.”

Finding courage, Luna suddenly turned and extended her hand for a shake, forcing out the words.

“So, will you join forces with me?”

I observed Luna’s hand. Her face was calm but her arm tensely rigid and her fingertips tremble slightly. An awkward silence hung in the air.

“If you team up with me, you might have to half give up on the grades, is that okay?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Camping is going to be uncomfortable too.”

“That’s fine.”

That settled it. Curiosity tempted me to jokingly refuse just once to see her reaction, but if I did, she might hate men forever, so I resisted.

There was no reason to decline the best spirit mage. The fact she offered help in a way that implied it was for my sake felt considerate and agreeable.
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I reached out and accepted her handshake.

But as our hands met, Luna squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced.

Sensing something unusual, I narrowed my eyes.

This expression, I had seen it often in childhood—the one girls made when they lost a bet and were forced to touch a frog.

Unable to endure it, Luna withdrew her handshake and turned her back to me.

“……”

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With a sense of impending worry, I asked.

“Did someone from above make you form this group with me?”

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Luna denied it flatly.

“Absolutely not.”

Though I remained suspicious, it might just be her uneasiness around men… I decided to believe that, for now.