Magic Academy's Bastard Instructor

Chapter 67: Memoir [1]

Chapter 67: Memoir [1]

"Almost there."

Three hours had passed since the train ride began. One stop left, and then the next would be Estelle.

He glanced around. None of the passengers within his peripheral vision had woken up yet.

Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye.

Without turning, Vanitas extended his hand in that direction and released a Windblade spell. The force tore through the air, dispersing the figure instantly.

"That makes it 93," he muttered, lowering his hand.

From time to time, the mafia spirit would reveal fragments of itself. It wasn't a real threat or anything. Just a slight annoyance and a waste of mana.

"Sigh."

He sighed, brushing a hand through his hair, and leaned back. 

His gaze shifted to the window, watching the landscape blur past. The train was still moving steadily toward Estelle.

Passengers who weren't mages moved about occasionally, heading to the dining car or simply stretching their legs. 

Everyone on this route to Estelle knew about the phenomenon. It was an unspoken rule not to question why so many passengers ended up asleep.

First-timers, however, often looked bewildered. But the warning posters plastered across every car spelled it out clearly:

[WARNING: Do not be alarmed if everyone in your car falls asleep. This is a natural occurrence for mages heading to Estelle. Please remain calm.]

Just then, another flicker appeared near the ceiling. A wisp of the mafia spirit was testing him again.

"Tsk."

Clicking his tongue, a gust of wind swirled through the car, scattering the wisp like smoke.

He glanced at Astrid. She was still unconscious. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

For her to remain like this so long meant she hadn't found a way to break free from the spirit yet.

It didn't matter, though. Once they arrived at Estelle, the phenomenon would end, and Astrid would wake up, along with the rest of the unconscious passengers.

Still.

None of the mages seemed to have woken up inside the VIP compartment.

The train came to a stop, then started again after a brief pause.

Vanitas frowned. 

For mages who remained unconscious when the train reached their stop, the crew ensured they were taken off at the correct station. 

That's why passengers had to state their destination before boarding. Once dropped off in the station, they would receive protection until they woke up.

However, that wasn't always the case. There were instances where mages never woke up due to the spirits overpowering their mental fortitude.

He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.

After an hour, finally, the train slowed again. Vanitas stood up, steadying himself as it came to a halt.

——.....

The announcement system buzzed, but there was no voice.

He looked outside the window.

"...."