Chapter 315 Assassination? Pfft

Everyone who was tensed up during the fight now breathed sighs of relief.

It was over now, and many began to do their own things.

Some trained with each other here and there, and others spoke with each other as they waited for the exam to begin later in the day.

"Boys... how about we go get some lunch?" Lyrian asked Alten and Leon.

"You and your lunch... I don't know how you aren't morbidly obese by now." Alten joked as they began heading to the canteen.

In front of them, they noticed a few figures entering the training grounds.

"Jeez... and I thought I was late," Lyrian mumbled, as three students ran into the track.

"Wait... isn't that..." Alten seemed to remember one of them.

"Oh... that's also..." Lyrian also recognized one.

"Oh my! Well, if it isn't Lyrian Theageld and his friends." Geld, from the Fortune sector, suddenly called out.

"Geld! Long time no see. What are you so busy with, anyways?"

Alten retorted, excited to see the boy they had acquainted at the banquet.

"Well, I have many things to do in the Fortune sector. Especially at this time of year when school starts, and when the deployment exams wane on everyone's heads. We have to start preparing for them on the first day. Even now, that is why I, and the others here are late."

Geld looked at the two other kids beside him, as one stepped forward.

"All three of us are part of different sectors," Nevin spoke; he was the second kid that Lyrian and the other two recognized.

"So, which sector is he from then?" Lyrian said, looking at the kid in the back. The kid wore a hood over his head and seemed shy.

He had white hair and was shorter than most other ten-year-olds.

"I'm Nol, Nol Gyren. I'm from the technology sector." The boy hesitantly spoke.

"Ah... so the three prodigies of the sectors have gathered together, huh? Just how many more sectors even are there? And how many prodigies do they have!?" Alten confusedly joked.

"Don't worry, haha." Geld began to exclaim, "We are the only ones currently leading our sectors. After the deployment exam, however, there will be more undoubtedly. As for the sectors, there are 12 in total that run the entire academy."

"Alright. Go talk to Rerth and hear his scolding, I have to go eat now," Lyrian stated, losing patience.

"Ah!" Geld and Nevin laughed, "We won't take up too much of your time then. Have a good lunch." Geld exclaimed as he and his other two friends moved along.

Lyrian soon arrived at the canteen with Leon and Alten, where they saw Linus, Drake, and a few other random kids hanging out.

All those that liked eating, is what Lyrian guessed. They appeared to be higher-status nobles, though.

As Lyrian feasted on his meal, Alten and Leon spoke with each other.

"This is going to be an insane exam. I can't wait for it." Alten eagerly said.

"I'm more interested in what's going to happen afterward. What even is the deployment?" Alten paused to think. historical

"Hm... from what I've heard, we are sent out to different, random cities across the three kingdoms."

"I understood that part, but what are we meant to do there? A mission?"

"Yes, precisely, in fact. But, each of our missions will be different. I heard that if you complete your mission quickly, you will even be permitted to do whatever you like. Isn't that exciting?"

As the two continued speaking, Lyrian looked outside of the window into a grass field outside of the canteen quite far down.

There, many students looked to be having a picnic on this beautiful spring day.

Near the school, Lyrian noticed Israthel. This wouldn't have meant much alone, but there was also another figure there.

"Huh... that's interesting," Lyrian said, looking at Israthel speak to a boy that he had definitely seen before.

"What was his name again? Roswil? He tried to assassinate me."

"What!?" Alten suddenly retorted as Lyrian's words cut through his conversation with Leon. Even Leon was surprised to hear this.

"Did you just say that guy tried to assassinate you? Who is he, let me see."

Leon also peered out the window, only to see Israthel.

"Israthel? Seriously, Lyrian? What kind of man are you to be complaining about a boy whom you actually nearly killed." Leon didn't sound impressed.

"Not him, you idiot. The guy he's talking to."

"Ah." Leon comically retorted.

"And Israthel, who hates your guts, is speaking to him." Alten surmised, "I guess I know why you think that's interesting."

"Alten," Lyrian suddenly said.

"Yeah?" Alten retorted, his two hands and nose smudged on the window.

"First off, stop making it so obvious that we are looking at them."

"Oh, shit!" Alten got slightly spooked, jerking up off the window.

"And secondly... open it up. I want to hear what they are saying."

"Wh-what? You can't be serious? How in the hell am I even supposed to open a window as big as this? And plus, will you even be able to hear them? They are over 100 feet down there!"

The window that Alten was referring to was about 15 by 15 feet long, one of many larger and smaller windows placed within this wall.

"If it can't be opened, just burst through it." Leon casually gave his input.

"Don't be stupid! You fool!" Alten immediately exclaimed.

"There's a latch at the top. Use that." Lyrian said as Alten looked up at the window.

"Oh... I didn't even notice that..." He jumped up and off the side of another wall, reaching the latch and pushing it down. He did so with the latch on the other side as well. As soon as he did, the window swung open to the side.

Lyrian thought that this was obvious enough for Israthel and Roswil to notice, but realized that a few other windows were open as well.

He imagined that they would think it was a normal thing--and they did exactly that.

Now, using Smithing and also Enhancing his eardrums, Lyrian listened closely to Israthel's words.

"No! Don't do it right before the exam. We don't have much time left." Israthel said to his friend.

'Huh? What are they talking about... they aren't first-year students, so why worry themselves with the deployment exam?' Lyrian mused in slight confusion.

"Fine... then I will have them get rid of that loser as soon as possible," Roswil said.

"Good... I can't wait until I see that little bastard's head at my feet. It will be all worth it in the end."

At this moment, Lyrian understood exactly what was going on down there. The two were speaking of... actually assassinating him.

He didn't know why they conspired, or how their teaming up came to be, but right now, it didn't matter.

Alten and Leon had also listened closely, as Alten quickly turned to Lyrian, "Did you hear that!? I didn't think I would be able to, but even I heard those crazy words that Israthel just uttered--"

Alten cut himself off, noticing that Lyrian was no longer in his seat.

"Oh no..."