Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Hidden Beginning

The two charged at each other simultaneously with non-human speed, their momentum was tremendous, and their relative speed was terrifying!

However.

Despite both having physical capabilities that could be described as non-human, if they collided directly without any embellishment, the outcome might just be slightly better than a watermelon dropped from a five-story building…

The distance was closing rapidly, and the completely crazed Wack Wells seemed oblivious to danger, his blood-red eyes unblinking, as a disastrous scene akin to a catastrophic collision seemed inevitable.

At this critical moment, Aiven unexpectedly closed his eyes.

Whoosh–

As he shut his vision, another formless sense burst forth instantly. From the tiniest speck of dust by his face to the fiercest “beast” charging at him, everything became vividly clear.

The five human senses may lag, but Spirit and Spiritual are unaffected.

Even though it was his first time using [Sword Style: Jumping Wave] in actual combat, Aiven was confident he could fully control it.

“Now!”

Under the frantic warning from his Spiritual, just before the collision, Aiven made a tiny side move.

Completely controlled by “Beast Intuition,” Wack didn’t think at all, swinging his sword by instinct. The sharp sword wind grazed Aiven’s cheek without even scratching his skin.

At that moment, Aiven didn’t dodge sideways. Instead, he leaped into the air with the momentum of his high-speed charge, tumbling in the air as he soared over Wack’s head at the moment of their convergence.

Hiss–

A thin sword light, like a hunting viper, lashed out and retracted at the joint beneath Wack’s neck on his spine.

Boom–

Wack crashed headlong into the ground like an out-of-control truck, rolling three hundred and sixty degrees under the push of inertia, ending up sprawling more than ten meters away, unable to move with a blood-soaked face.

Soon, the blood-red aura that had been blazing around Wack slowly disappeared.

In the final moment, it seemed like a grotesque face with three black holes slowly formed within the blood-red aura, but because Aiven suddenly interrupted, only a residual image flashed by.

No one else noticed, nor did they care, but Principal Princeton and Second Princess Liweina saw it all clearly.

“Principal, does that thing from the Wells Clan still exist?” Noticing the strange face, Second Princess’s expression tensed as she questioned the elder beside her.

“As long as the source of such an anomaly remains, how could it be easily eradicated? If someone wasn’t trying to use Wells’s last descendant to find that thing, how could Wack have lived so peacefully until now?”

The old principal, who also witnessed this scene, seemed to have foreseen it, his tone laced with sarcasm, unsure whether it was directed at the anomaly or “someone.”

The information in his words hinted enough that Mr. Wack’s years of “unappreciated talent” weren’t coincidental.

Second Princess Liweina remained silent.

Behind Wack, Aiven landed as lightly as a lynx, rolling to dissipate the momentum, and sprung up.

He darted to Wack, who was still lying on the ground, and used his own belt to firmly bind him using a special technique for restraining an Extraordinary Knight.

The sword strike had merely damaged his spinal nerves; in Aiven’s past life, this would mean irreversible full-body paralysis.

But in this world, let alone the Church’s Healing Art, various Witchcraft, and Healing Potions, even leaving him alone would allow him to recover over time, thanks to the self-healing power of an Extraordinary Knight.

So it was still a good idea to add an insurance.

“Aiven, I didn’t expect you to be hiding such unfathomable skills. Your strength is incredible to even subdue a monster out of control like this!”

As the battle concluded, a group of Royal Navy Academy students gathered around, eager to connect with the powerful Aiven. Krell stood beside Aiven, looking proud as if sharing in the glory.

“Haha, just a fluke.”

Unaccustomed to being surrounded and fervently praised, Aiven deflected modestly, and spotting an opportunity, he dragged Krell out of the crowd, leaving the scene directly.

By then, the belated Academy Guard had taken custody of Wack, shacking him heavily and carrying injured students away on stretchers. Possibly receiving a hint from “above,” they merely concluded the clean-up, allowing Aiven to depart without questioning.

Throughout the incident, Principal Princeton and Second Princess Liweina remained unseen. Although the disturbance was significant, it was trivial for the academy, which had students resolve it autonomously, turning a bad situation into a beneficial one with the right narrative.

“Principal, do you think Wack can be healed?” Knowing the truth behind the evil god ritual incident years ago, Liweina asked with an implicit meaning.

“Once an Extraordinary loses control past the threshold of Reason, it’s practically a death sentence, much like rabies. Moreover, if the factor causing the loss of control is tied to an evil god ritual, things will only worsen.”

The elder voiced his opinion without any excess emotion, watching as Wack Wells, heavily bound, was carried off, and continued:

“If the last descendant of the Wells Clan is to end in a backlash loss of control and demise from an evil god ritual, many in New Inn Port will be disappointed yet relieved.

Although the item received by the Wells Clan after the evil god ritual may never be found, it’s perhaps better that harmful things remain forever unseen.”

No one knew what transpired back then better than the old principal, who was stationed as Navy Marshal at New Inn Port at the time.

Conspirators had orchestrated an unspeakable ritual, and the naive yet arrogant Wells Clan consumed the fruit of evil, but ultimately no one claimed that sweet prize, deemed by the principal as nothing more than a hyena fest.

Aware of the principal’s disdain for those people, Liweina gently shifted the topic: “By the way, what do you think of the student who resolved today’s trouble?”

“A highly talented young man, just not adept at hiding himself yet.” The old principal remarked with a knowing smirk. The outburst of Spiritual and spirit may elude others but not himself.

Youngsters just aren’t meticulous enough!

“Hiding? What?” Liweina was slightly puzzled by the enigmatic comment.

“Oh, nothing.” The principal chose not to elaborate, smiling silently.

Liweina, having meant to ask casually, picked up on the principal’s implication, growing increasingly interested, deciding to keep an eye on this remarkably gifted young Knight.

As Crown Prince, her future throne will need potential Guardian Knights.

This Aiven Galliot seemed quite promising, at least a candidate.

However.

Carrying noble Extraordinary blood herself, Liweina watched the escort team fade into the distance and felt an ominous sense that today’s extraordinary breakdown might just be the beginning…