Train Elementary Level Spell, Magic Arrow to the Absolute Limit ~The Exiled Noble Student Not Giving up, Train to Become the Strongest~

dds be ever in your favor—or maybe I shouldn’t have said that?” Faltima frivolously laughed.

After parting ways with her, Lucard headed toward the academy.

Soldiers stood guard by the academy gate.
There were numerous noble children here, so this was the least they could do.
Lucard could break through their defenses with ease, but that would render his disguise meaningless.

Lucard headed toward the entrance to the side meant for traders.
Traders were expected to go through entry procedures at the small room by the entrance.

Lucard placed the card he stole on the counter.
“Salves of Lirin Magic Tools.”

The gatekeeper in charge picked up the card and held it over a device nearby.

Beep.

A brief noise.

The gatekeeper didn’t say a word.
It was unclear as to what exactly he was checking, but the card was the real thing—under no circumstances would it come up negative.

Calm and composed, Lucard wrote Salves on the entry form that was to the side.

The gatekeeper compared the name on the ID with the name on the entry form.

“Alright, everything checks out.
You’re clear to proceed,” said the gatekeeper, handing Lucard the ID.

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“Thanks.”

Lucard took the ID.
Just as he was about to make his way into the academy—

“…Hm?” The gatekeeper raised a voice of doubt.

Lucard didn’t bat an eye-lid, completely unfazed.
Acting as if nothing was the matter, he questioned the man in a quiet tone, “…Do you still need something from me?”

“No, it’s not that… you aren’t the same guy that usually drops by…”

“Yeah… he doesn’t seem to be well today.”

“That so… Then you might’ve gotten the short end of the stick.” The gatekeeper gave Lucard a sympathetic smile.

“What do you mean by that?” asked Lucard.

“I don’t know much about it myself, but I heard there was some sorta commotion last night… The whole school’s on edge, so if someone tells you off or something, just turn a deaf ear and go on your way.”

“Thank you for the advice.” Lucard gave a brief response and made his way into the academy.

What nostalgic scenery.

Nothing’s changed since I graduated 8 years ago.

But conversely, that meant that there might be someone who recognizes Lucard.

Lucard pulled the hood attached to the robe over his eyes once more.
He still had the disguise ring that he got from Faltima on, but it never hurts to be extra careful.

…Come to think of it, Flin’s an academy instructor, isn’t she…?

Lucard thought back to his short-statured friend with curly hair. 

—I did it! I landed a job at the academy! 

Flin informed him of the news with a delighted expression way back when.

Lucard, who had been working wonders as a kingdom knight, gave Flin his heartfelt congratulations for her success.

—Congratulations, Flin!

He was cheerful and amiable—

but that was in the distant past.

…I remembered something meaningless…

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Lucard shook his head, erasing the memories of his past from his mind.

Right now, I’m the leader of Darkness, Lucard—no more, no less.
The memories from the past aren’t worth anything.

Lucard followed the map made by the Student as he walked.

He was walking toward the merchandise delivery place.

He arrived at a corner of the campus, where the grass had grown thick.

Lucard muttered the keywords that the Student instructed him to say.

Immediately after, a small magic circle materialized behind a knee-high thicket of grass.
The Student hid it away using a concealment spell.

In the center of the magic circle was—

The Crest of Darkness.

The Student took advantage of yesterday’s chaos and stole it, hiding it here thereafter.

Lucard took out a gem, which he had received from Faltima.
When she was handing it over to him, she told him the following: 

“With this, you can check if there’s any tracking spell at work on the Crest of Darkness.
How stupid would it be if we brought the crest back to the hideout and it announced our location to the world?”

But she also said this:

“Well, casting a spell on a Darkness ritual object is pretty much impossible, so you don’t really gotta worry about it.
It’s just for caution’s sake, I guess.”

Lucard brought the gem close to the Crest of Darkness.

The gem didn’t react.

Seems like I’m in the clear.
At the very least, a magic trap hasn’t been placed on the Crest of Darkness.

Lucard picked up the Crest of Darkness and shoved it into his robe.

…The Student isn’t here, I suppose…

I’m pretty sure he said he’d be waiting at the delivery place in his note, though.
It’s currently class hours, so maybe he concluded that sneaking out wouldn’t be a good idea.

…Well, whatever…

Right now, his top priority was taking back the Crest of Darkness.

Lucard began walking back to the gate.