Chapter 291 – Raelion

Chapter 291 – Raelion

 

“Miss Hightide.” Professor Hulmus called from the base of the amphitheater room, his slow drawl carried by the sound arrays. He didn’t lift his wrinkled face, busy scribbling on his soul tome as the students filed out of the hall. “I’d like a word if you please.”

Valela froze halfway through putting her crystal prism in the spatial bag. Had he noticed her reading reports of possible cultist activity during class? He never seemed to care if students listened as long as they remained quiet, and she had already read the section about mana synergies and repulsions they discussed.

“What did you do?” Sat with both elbows on the polished desk, Calyssa cupped her doll face with an expression of utter shock. Her purple eyes lit with amusement. “The moons must be falling if Miss Perfect got in trouble.”

“Stop it.” Rena rebuked her without breaking her patrician demeanor. “I’m sure it’s nothing, Val. Professor Hulmus is light with discipline.”

“Yeah, till he tears you to shreds at the final exams.” Calyssa mimicked ripping an arm from an invisible doll. “But you shouldn’t worry. You are one of his favorites.”

“He doesn’t play favorites.”

“Of course not.” Calyssa twirled a golden lock around her manicured fingers. “He just likes you more than most.”

“He would like you too if you’d study for his class.”

“Mhe! Who needs Essence Theory anyway? You’ll share your notes with me, right Val?” Calyssa fluttered her eyelashes with a bashful smile that made foolish boys stutter.

“Get over yourself.” Rena raised her eyes in exasperation and turned toward Valela. “Do you want me to accompany you?”

“I… No, it’s fine.” Valela hid her nervousness with Poise. It was probably nothing. Her last test scores had fallen slightly, but she still placed in the upper tenth of her year. Pure academics were the last bastion of her pride after the entrance exam curtailed her naive dreams.

Keeping a professor waiting won’t help.

“I’ll catch up to you in the study hall.” She straightened the gold rim of her burgundy uniform and headed down the stairs toward the lecturer’s dais.

“…her place.” A duo of straggling girls giggled with schadenfreude as she passed.

Valela ignored the glances and sarcastic remarks—that usually worked best. Raelion gathered scions from the most ancient and influential families across the Merian Republic. But despite her extensive preparations, she failed to anticipate the pettiness of these supposed brightest.

Down the last step, she waited for permission to approach the massive oonan timber desk. The wood had been roughly cut without any polish or engraving, enchantments would lessen the raw mana pulsing inside the steel gray grain. There was always some new student who attempted to lift it on a dare—and the same result.

Sat in a high-backed chair behind the table, Professor Hulmus’ thin frame and soft-spoken manners were the opposite of imposing. It looked like a stiff breeze could trip him, and some people whispered he had gnomish blood. It was easy to forget every lecturer at Raelion had reached Green, and if Calyssa were to be believed, Hulmus had taken the position over two centuries ago.

“Miss Hightide.” He continued scribbling on his soul tome with a gilded quill that scratched on the conjured paper. “Lately, you’ve been distracted during my lessons.”

It wasn’t a question, not that she could deny it. Seven weeks had already passed since she had last heard from Kai, and her research didn’t soothe her worries.

He must be fine.

Valela moved closer, her collarbone reaching the edge of the desk. “I’m sorry, professor. I’ve had a lot on my mind. It won’t repeat.” She dipped her head in formal acknowledgment and nearly jolted when she found a pair of sharp gray eyes staring back at her.

“I see great potential in you, Miss Hightide. It would be a pity to see it wasted.” Professor Hulmus studied her behind two bushy eyebrows. Several wrinkles formed on his forehead. “Finding hard-working pupils with talent has proven rarer than I would like.”

Valela blinked, not used to receiving compliments. “I’ll do better in the next exam.”

“Mhmm… Indeed, Essence Theory is the cornerstone upon which all magic is built,” he murmured, somehow giving the distinct impression she had given the wrong answer. His bony fingers traced the gold filigree of his soul tome before the book disappeared in a blue shimmer.

“As you should be well aware, the Moon’s Trials have been confirmed again for this year.” His mouth scrunched up in scholarly disapproval. “I thought we were beyond such crude means of evaluation after how disastrous the last went… But alas… my proposal of a written test was outvoted by the college.”

Valela perked her ears. Aside from the fact the trials were happening, no one seemed to know anything about them—not even Calyssa’s rumor machine.

Professor Hulmus tucked back a tuft of white hair with a tired gesture. “Turbulent times are ahead, Miss Hightide.” His keen gaze turned muddy, though he still spoke in a slow deliberate manner. “The dean has been tasked to forge the next generation and he means to accomplish that regardless of the costs. I would advise you to spend less time worrying about distant conspiracies and more on practicing your skills. Yes, I know what you’ve been up to. Nothing moves inside the library without my knowledge.”

Bloody curses! I should have known the clerk would spill it.

“I didn’t mean to hide…” Valela fidgeted with the latch of her bag. Professors didn’t always like perfect composure.

“Private research shows good initiative and curiosity. Qualities I always try to encourage in my pupils. Despite what my appearance suggests, I’ve also been a student once. Long ago.” He chuckled with a rueful smile. “I know the allure of forbidden topics better than most, but you must mind your priorities and not get lost in some treasure hunt.”

Spirits, I wish it was just that.

Valela lowered her gaze in penance, glad he didn’t know everything.

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“Do you realize the privilege of frequenting these hallowed halls?” He gestured to the emptying amphitheater, looming over her from his chair. “Each acceptance cycle, tens of thousands of promising youths test to enter Raelion. Of those, only a fraction of a fraction gets accepted. This might very well be the most important chance of your life.”

“I understand, professor.” Her peers never forgot to remind her how lucky she was to have been accepted, usually when she scored a test higher than them.

“Excellent.” Professor Hulmus gave a curt nod, suddenly holding a brown folder in his knobby hands. “This should be the information you were looking for.”

Valela gaped with no effort. “Is that…”

She had spent many sleepless nights failing to figure out what was happening in Limgrell. All she had had to go off was a vaguely worded quest and the few tidbits Kai provided on the suspected cult. The Hall of Seekers proved of no help despite her numerous requests to review the matter; and the reports from the Republic’s Archives were only a little better when she could get her hands on them.

There had been an unusual number of incidents across the Republic: entire villages wiped out without a trace, ships missing at sea, key officials suddenly dying and several abductions. All the investigations quickly found an obvious culprit or never made any progress.

She couldn’t prove the same cult was behind them, nor did she believe it. The more she looked into it the more she wondered if she had gone mad.

“I personally transcribed the scrolls. It made for an interesting read.” Professor Hulmus offered her the folder without releasing his grip. “I expect that once your curiosity is sated, you’ll focus on your studies. I always had a fascination for history myself, but it’s not worth compromising your future.”

Valela bobbed her head like a bird pecking at seeds. “I will.”

With the rough paper of the envelope in her hands, she itched to immediately devour the contents. It took a sizable effort to casually hold it at her side without staring at it.

“I’ll look forward to reading your essay about mana gems formation next week, Miss Hightide.” Storing his books away, Professor Hulmus hopped off his chair. He disappeared behind the imposing desk and then ambled toward the faculty room on his stubby legs.

“Thank you, professor,” Valela spoke up once she had her wits back.

Hulmus waved at her without turning.