Doggone Academy
Chapter 118 Circulatory System (20)

The number of spirits had swelled into the dozens. Luna’s popularity was akin to that of a high-profile socialite.

Yet these creatures would not come anywhere near me, no matter what.

They climbed onto her shoulders and head, and even nestled into her arms as we moved.

Luna, slightly embarrassed under my gaze, added a comment.

“They aren’t heavy at all.”

During this, a response came from Cecil. It had only been two hours.

[…Scarily soon after you warned us, we encountered that strange, slithering thing. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. It’s some kind of evil spirit, but luckily a professor joined us and took care of it. We’re safe. The professor went to find the source of the problem. Candy, are you alright?]

My insides churned as I confirmed the news that they’d encountered those strange things just after receiving my warning. It was anger at myself for not considering countless variables and leaving Trisha exposed to new threats.

I knew I couldn’t control every situation with my own strength, but I still found it hard to accept.

“Damian… are you okay?”

Luna looked at me with concern. It seemed that she guessed my emotional state, even though my expression was hidden behind a mask.

“Yeah. Cecil’s group is fine. Did you feel anything strange around here, like the aura of an unusual spirit?”

Luna nodded.

“The forest spirits… seem to think our surroundings are safe. And I feel safe next to you too.”

Could the somewhat excessive number of spirits circling us be because of that?

We continued moving for a while. Suddenly, the forest spirits halted at a particular spot and blocked our way, then began jumping up and down to communicate something.

Ahead of us lay a well-groomed circular clearing.

Luna’s expression grew more and more serious as she observed the place. Seized by tension, she pressed her hand against her chest and unknowingly took a step backward.

“What’s wrong?”

She translated what the spirits had conveyed to her.

“They said it came from up ahead. And… I can feel it too. Something is screaming in agony.”

Then suddenly, she let out a gasp, dropping to the ground and covering her ears.

“Aah!”

“Luna!”

I rushed to her side to check on her. She looked terrified, similar to how she’d reacted when tormented by specters.

Luna, trembling, clasped my clothes tightly and said,

“Something is there, up ahead. Damian… be careful. Be careful.”

I felt nothing. The certainty that it wasn’t a monster, but a spiritual entity, became clear.

Taking Luna further was looking more and more like a bad idea.

“I’ll check it out alone. Stay somewhere safe.”

Luna vehemently shook her head.

“No… I don’t want to. Let me stay by your side. That’s the safest for me.”

“…Then stay close behind me.”

I firmly took Luna’s hand, which seemed to calm her a bit, as she slowly got up.

Together, we entered the clearing.

There was an eerie silence without even the sound of birds.

In the center of the spacious area, six wooden structures were arranged in a hexagonal shape, reminiscent of an ancient relic or a tomb of the highborn.

However, not a single structure remained intact; all were shattered. Blackened wooden fragments from the decayed structures scattered all around.

“It’s over there… where I hear the agonized screams.”

Screams? To me, the place was utterly still.

“Brace yourself.”

We slowly progressed towards the center of the clearing.

There, we found a pit the size of a well. And the broken wooden structures surrounding it were densely inscribed with unfamiliar characters, as if used for a summoning ritual.

“Luna, what do you think?”

Her breathing became ragged.

“It’s strange… It’s calling out to me from inside. Crying out to be released from a confined space… Who… who would do such a thing…”

The trembling of her body conveyed her fear. She was terror-stricken.

To me, it was just an empty pit. I picked up a stone and threw it down the abyss.

The sound of the stone never reaching the bottom echoed after a long pause, seemingly vanishing into eternal darkness.

Based on Luna’s words, this resembled the research notes of Zverepr—I was reminded of the pit in the northern Lands of Death, the one into which a mad Spirit Master was said to have thrown himself.

Then something happened.

Someone approached from deep within the woods, making noise as they came closer.

Swish. Swoosh. Swish.

We quickly backed away from the pit and stayed on guard against whatever had made its way here.

Swish. Swoosh. Swish.

The one who arrived at the clearing was a young man who appeared to be, judging by his outfit and age, a student from Eternia performing the exercise, just like us.

A well-balanced physique and sturdy-looking forearms. Clean-cut and handsome facial features.

But his condition was far from good.

His clothes were in tatters as if he’d been through a wringer, and his jaw and chest were darkened with what looked like spilled blood. His eyes were rolled back, showing only whites.

“Grr…ugh…errgh.”

Wandering aimlessly like someone drugged or drunk, his arm limp and his sword dragging on the ground, he slowly closed the distance, as if someone was playing with a corpse like a puppet.

“Is he…dead?”

Strength gripped the arm of Luna, who was holding my hand.

“No, Damian. He’s alive.”

“…”

Just as I was about to step forward and speak to the young man, Luna stopped me.

“No… There’s a spirit clinging onto his back. It’s trying to devour his soul. We can’t. We can’t.”

I couldn’t see the entity attached to the boy.

I had to quickly assess the situation and find a way to rescue him.

“Grrk. Grrrk.”

The figure made it clear that it harbored malice toward us. It didn’t give us much time to think as it began to pick up speed and hurl itself at us.

I put Luna behind me and drew my wooden sword.

“Stay back for now. I’ll handle this.”

Using Luna’s power in her unstable mental state was too risky.

I reached into my pocket and snapped a branch of maladdirut. Right now, this was the only thing I could rely on.

The figure tried to strike me down with his sword.

Despite his lethargic approach, his sword swing was sharp.

I pulled out the maladdirut and rolled to the side.

Boom!

The spot where the sword hit caved in with a dull thud, as if struck by a mace.

Damn, why such monstrous strength from a body in such bad shape?

I summoned a fire spirit about five steps away from the figure. The spirit settled on my knuckles and began to smoke the maladdirut branch.

“Ack, aaargh!”

The creature didn’t grant even a moment’s respite. It immediately kicked off the ground and swung its sword at me again.

I rolled again to dodge, extinguishing the barely lit smoke in the process.

“Damn.”

Parts of the figure’s sword now began to emit light. I had thought it to be magic, but it turned out to be an enchanted sword.

The enchantment’s activation meant there was mana inside the body.

Then that will be the way to go.

I lit the maladdirut branch and held it in my mouth. I planted the wooden sword into the ground.

And summoned the demonsword.

A pure white light extended from my right hand.

The figure, spraying blood from its mouth, raced toward me, aiming for my side with his sword.

Clang!

I parried his sword with the demonsword, and the blade flew off, boomeranging through the air.

“Ugh, grrk?”

The figure looked at its sword hilt as if bemused.

“…”

I was surprised myself. I just hoped it wasn’t an expensive sword.

In that state, I kicked the figure back, tripping him up with the wooden sword. It then transformed into a black sapling, entangling him like spider webs.

“Ugh, ugh, aaargh.”

He floundered, trying to cut through the sapling branches with whatever was left of his blade, to no avail.

Thanks to the constant drain of my mana, those branches were now harder than steel.

In the meantime, I inhaled the smoke from the maladdirut.

At last, the shadowy form of the spirit began to appear before my eyes.

Something long and looming was attached behind the boy, like an elongated human shadow.

Now it was my turn.

As I approached again, the spirit released its grip on the boy and stepped back.

I leapt off the boy’s shoulder and severed one of the spirit’s arms.

“Kiaaak!”

The boy and the spirit both howled in pain.

Upon landing, I also cut off its legs.

***

Victor regained consciousness with a sensation of something surging within him.

“Cough, cough, damn.”

He coughed up blood a few times, then rubbed his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.

“Damn, where am I?”

He found himself sitting, leaning against a tree, and before him stood a masked man, backlit by sunlight, standing still.

And a step behind, a familiar-faced girl was looking down at him.

“…?”

Victor instinctively drew his sword, a reaction ingrained from countless drills.

Yet he couldn’t even rise, his arms flailing helplessly. He posed no threat to them.

“Who are you?”

The masked man answered.

“The one who saved you.”

Victor noticed his sword blade was missing.

Then he remembered. He recalled being surrounded by black spirits and then losing consciousness afterward.

The blonde-haired girl standing behind was indeed Luna Railis, the top student of the magic division.

“Damn, what did you do to my sword?”

“I cut it.”

“What… cut it?”

“You don’t remember. You attacked me, so I cut it.”

He casually mentioned slicing through that sturdy blade, bringing out an involuntary laugh from Victor; but regrettably, instead of a laugh, blood poured from his mouth.

“Cough, cough, damn.”

“Is it something precious?”

“…A heirloom from my father. Cough, cough.”

The masked man was as still as a statue, his thoughts inscrutable behind the mask.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Being alive was enough for now.

“For a sword, it’s cheap as life insurance. It can be mended.”

“…”

Victor suddenly remembered his comrades.

“It’s not the time for this. My friends are in danger…!”

He tried to stand but fell again, overwhelmed with pain.

The masked man tossed him a bottle of potion.

“Drink it.”

Potion from a stranger should be met with suspicion. Yet the potion’s origin was clear, so it warranted no doubt.

The unique emblem on the glass bottle was that of an elixir from Mericania, which couldn’t easily be bought with money.

“Once it enters your mouth, even if you try to spit it out, it won’t come out.”

The man showed no sign of regret over giving away such an expensive potion.

Victor couldn’t refuse, wracked by pain as if his insides were twisted. He uncorked the bottle and drank, and the man asked him,

“Now, tell me what happened.”

As the potion’s effects set in, his blurred consciousness began to clear. Victor remembered everything precisely.

“The trouble started after we ate the Blue Spirit Grass.”

Victor recounted all that had occurred.

Eating the Blue Spirit Grass in search of the path to the Circulatory System’s core.

Obsession with an uncanny voice that led them to dig around the obelisks. Then something awakening, acting as bait himself during the fight, and losing consciousness afterward.

The masked man and Luna listened in silence to his story.

“So you fought as bait by yourself?”

“Yeah. Just hoping it wasn’t all for nothing.”

“Is there a way to find your comrades?”

Victor pulled out a torn-up piece of parchment from his pocket and shook it.

“They’re pieces of Dornier paper that regroup even when torn. We divided it into four parts amongst the group. We just need to follow this.”

He nodded as if he knew and extended his hand before Victor.

“Can you stand?”

His reach felt like an acknowledgment to Victor.

He grasped the man’s hand and rose to his feet. The man didn’t seem malicious, and Victor felt no hostility toward him.

The masked man turned away to gather his things.

Victor picked up the blade lying beside him and sheathed it. The cutting surface was strikingly clean.

“Ah, I might have fought in an unconscious state, but I haven’t been wholly defeated yet. Remember that.”

He ought to engrave gratitude into his bones, but competition was a separate matter.

The man answered dryly.

“…If you attack again, next time you wake up, you might find yourself without arms and legs.”

It was a ghastly joke.

Victor, too, wiped the blood from his jaw and dusted off his clothes calmly.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Watching the man collect his things, Victor suddenly tensed and drew his sword reflexively.

The black spirit was lying beside the man.

“Damn, get away from it!”

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“Kiaaak! Kiak!”

The spirit writhed in agony, its limbs severed—it was something no one else had managed, yet here he was doing it.

The bizarre scene momentarily dazed Victor.

And the thought crossed his mind that the severed limbs might not have been a joke after all.

“Let’s go.”

Victor observed the man’s back for a moment then mumbled to himself.

“…What is he?”

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