Otherworld TRPG Game Master

Chapter 47: I Became a Suspicious Person of the Academy

Chapter 47: I Became a Suspicious Person of the Academy

I Became a Suspicious Person of the Academy

Time remaining until the first class 5 days.

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It was the dawn of a day with pouring rain, roaring thunder, and strong winds.

Niolle Lestman woke up in her bed. It wasnt a nightmare or the noisy sounds from her surroundings that woke her up. She just naturally opened her eyes. It was quite a rare occurrence.

Despite waking up early, she didnt feel tired at all. On the contrary, she felt more energetic and clear-headed than ever. She felt like she had slept soundly for at least ten hours.

The dormitory room was dyed in a deep, depressing blue. Looking around, she could see her roommate with red hair lying on the bed opposite hers. She was chewing on her strangely braided bangs in her sleep.

This place was a two-person dormitory at the Academy and the girl opposite of her was Niolles roommate.

Even though she had only met and exchanged greetings for a day, Niolle knew her roommate was a good person, albeit full of ambition. The fact that her roommate was a commoner didnt matter. The Lestman Viscounty had long been in decline, after all.

Cool torrential rain poured outside the window.

Occasionally, the wind would blow, causing the windows to shake slightly, but no clattering sounds were made. It was thanks to the protective magic surrounding the Academy dormitorys outer walls.

Suddenly, Niolle decided to change into her outdoor clothes. She felt like she wouldnt be able to fall back asleep and she didnt want to disturb her roommates sleep either. She planned to go outside and explore the Academy, or if time allowed, go jogging until the sun rose.

Niolles gaze landed on a small whiteboard leaning against her bed.

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Ah. Ah.

Niolle inhaled, opened her mouth, and exhaled the air through her vocal cords. However, only the sound of wind whistling could be heard, with nothing that could be called speech coming out.

She was unable to speak.

Therefore, the whiteboard was essential. The whiteboard and pen were her vocal cords. Only by writing down what she wanted to say on the whiteboard could she finally communicate with others.

However It should be fine for now. After all, it was dawn and it was raining, so it was unlikely that she would meet anyone else.

Thinking this, Niolle turned around, carefully opened the door, and left the dormitory. She thought that walking around the Academys premises clockwise and then counterclockwise would take just the right amount of time.

She visualized the Academys map in her head.

( Map of the Academy)

( The route Niolle visualized in her head)

Perfect. Lets go.

Niolle told herself this and began to run through the rain.

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It was exhilarating. It was refreshing.

Whether it was the rain that seemed to wash away the world. Or the sound in her ears. Or the sensation of heat generated from running being cooled by the rain. Everything felt great.

The only inconvenience was having to tightly bind her chest with a compression bandage.

Every time she ran, her center of gravity shook far too much. She thought of it as training to maintain her bodys balance, but still, it definitely was more comfortable without it.

Splash, splash.

Niolle ran straight through puddles, splashing water everywhere. She laughed out loud with joy, but instead of HAHAHA! only a Heuh.Euh came out. Even so, it was fine.

Niolle wanted to purely enjoy this moment. Moving her body, accumulating skills as much as she moved, and then being able to move even more freely. This virtuous cycle.

With every splash of the raindrops, Niolles figure was reflected on them. Her shoulder-length bob cut, chestnut hair, round eyes, and the faint presence of a pattern within her pupils.

About 20 minutes into her run, halfway through the lecture facility area, it happened.

CRRRRACK-!

Lightning struck. And then, a suspicious voice carried by the wind reached her.

really need to do thisdead of night , ..izard.

.., .. without getting caught

Two people were talking while digging the ground.

Niolle stopped running and held her breath. She then carefully climbed up a nearby tree to hide herself; judging by the atmosphere, it seemed like getting caught would be a bad idea.

Why would they need to dig at this late hour, in this pouring rain? Harboring a slight fear and curiosity, Niolle swallowed hard as she looked down.

Flash. CRRRACK-!

One was a wizard wearing a hood. The distance was quite far and the falling rain made it hard to see clearly. His features were blurred like a shadow. Moreover, the fact that he was a male could only be guessed from his voice.

The other person was a woman dressed in a suit. Her sensual yet slender figure was fully revealed through the thigh-fitting suit. She seemed more suited for a ballroom than digging in the ground at night. The combination of a wizard and a beauty was oddly mismatched.

Mounds of dirt were visible around them. With each scoop of the shovel, dirt poured into the pit. It was the opposite of what she had thought before. They werent digging the ground; they were burying something.

Thud. Thud.

The pit was being filled.

Due to the distance and darkness, it was hard to see what they were burying. Furthermore, the height of the tree Niolle had climbed was a bit too high, thus making it difficult to look inside the pit. Niolle widened her eyes and focused. An eerie tale she had heard somewhere echoed in her mind.

The Academy ostensibly denied any disparity in social status. As such, nobles and commoners were equal within their walls.was what they said, butThat principle was seldom upheld. After all, the real world was outside the Academy. In the end, they couldnt help but to heed those in power.

Therefore

The tales of high-ranking individuals arranging for students they disliked to be killed and rid of were not uncommon. Such dead students were disguised as either accidents or quiet disappearances.

Flash!

Lightning struck. The world was momentarily illuminated. In that instant, Niolle saw the wizards ominously shining red eyes andsomething that resembled human eyes within the pit, though she wasnt certain.

Niolle covered her mouth with her hands.

. . entire body.. .hasnt it? evensee

In my eyes

They looked down into the pit, speaking as such.

What about the entire body? What did they mean? What exactly did they see? Was it a grotesque sight, something that should never be exposed? The person in the pit, that is.

No.

It must be a misunderstanding. She must have seen it wrong. If it were truly about burying a dead person, they would simply take it to the forest beyond the North Gate. After all, the monsters inhabiting the forest would clean up a corpse overnight. There was no need to bury it within the Academy grounds.

She decided to return and sleep as if nothing had happened. It was probably nothing anyway. Niolle consoled herself and was about to descend from the tree to return to the dormitory.

-Master .., I m

That was until she heard such a sinister voice coming from the pit.

As the wizard waved his hand, the voice quickly ceased. They had done something. A person. It was a person. They were burying a living person. Niolle was certain. She trembled. Why, why in the world

A perfectly calm voice could be heard. After covering the pit and patting it down with their feet, they spoke in a plain tone. This nonchalant manner stirred various emotions within Niolle.

Yes, used. didnt want to

No wonder .. ..couldnt see..

What did they use to kill? Was it a special weapon worth mentioning? Didnt like something? Was it a grudge? What did they not see? Was it implying disappearance?

The two finished their work and walked into the darkness while dragging their shovels. The pouring rain erased their traces. No one would know what had happened here. If Niolle stayed silent, that is.

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Niolle bit her lips hard.

She needed a diploma from the Academy. Getting involved in such a suspicious incident was not good for her. For her own safety, perhaps it was better to sleep under her covers with her eyes closed tight, pretending to see and hear nothing. But

But. what if they were Black Wizards hiding in the Academy? Then, this might be preparation for an act of terror, so she should inform the school. Their attire was indeed a bit too suspicious for such an act, but.

Above all else, she did not want to forgive the factthat they took a life so lightly.

Niolle waited in the tree while being drenched by the rain for a long time. The refreshing feeling of the rain was gone. Her thoughts became cluttered and complicated. First, she needed to find out.

Who they were. Whom they had gotten rid of.

After a long time, Niolle ran back to the dormitory like she was fleeing.

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Pink-Haired Lesbian grumbled as we buried the Demonic Sword.

Do we really need to do this in the dead of night, Mr. Crazy Wizard.

Pink-Haired Lesbian, its precisely because its the dead of night that we can do it secretly without getting caught.

In this dawn, with the pouring rain, no one would be loitering outside. It was the perfect time to hide a Hidden Piece. After all, being caught digging during broad daylight would ruin the novelty of this act, wouldnt it?

It is raining. My entire body is soaked through. My button-down shirt became half translucent, hasnt it? You can even see my bra.

In my eyes, I dont see anything.

I glanced over. It was half out of reflex. Beneath the clothes stuck to her body were just two flesh-colored watermelons. And the straps on her shoulder were not visible.

-Are you my new Master? To think that you would awaken me, I must commend such reckless boldness!

Perhaps triggered during the burial, the Demonic Sword spat out its saved dialogue. I flicked my finger, putting it into a week-long hibernation mode.

The work was completed.

It was well buried. We also stomped and patted down firmly with our feet. Now, it was just a matter of timing. By that, I mean the right time to scatter a treasure map that marked the location of the Demonic Sword hidden by a Black Wizard who had infiltrated the Academy before drying.

With the completion of our work, Pink-Haired Lesbian proudly revealed herfashion.

Yes, I used the Intangible Sword. I didnt want to wash my favorite underwear, you see.

Basically, she was saying she wasnt wearing any.

No wonder I couldnt see the lines over your suit pants.

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The morning was bright.

Red Tower Wizard, Selvier, got up and stretched. It was a refreshing morning. In just a few more days, school would start. She looked forward to learning a lot from the famous professors she had only heard of in stories, thus gaining the opportunity to aim for a higher realm.

And if she became stronger and more famous, thus becoming a disciple of the Red Tower Master

She would use the wish ticket that the Red Tower Master gifts to his disciples and ask him to find her childhood friend.

She wasnt particularly worried about whether her childhood friend was alive or dead. She remembered him as being clever from a young age, not the type to die easily, like a hero from a story. He was definitely doing well somewhere.

Maybe. Just maybe, he was living as a wizard, just like herself.

Feeling that the day of their reunion was drawing near, her heart raced. Selvier resolved to work hard today as well and cheerfully greeted her roommate.

Niolle, good mor Why is your expression like that?!

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Her roommate, who until yesterday had definitely been excited as her and had discussed what lectures they would take at the Academy for about five hours had turned into a zombie overnight.

[Good morning.]

Niolle showed her a morning greeting written on the whiteboard. Perhaps it was just a feeling she had, but even the writing seemed gloomy and twisted. Selvier imagined the most serious situation she could think of.

Did I perhaps snore last night?

[No, excuse me, I have something I want to ask.]

Y-Yeeees.

[Do you perhaps recognize someone who looks like this?]

Scribble, scribble.

The duo Niolle drew looked familiar. The newly appointed professor of the Purple Magic Tower and his secretary. They denied it, but they were an SM couple. Their every action was so memorable that they couldnt be forgotten even if she tried to.

Yes, they are the newly appointed professor and his secretary. And hes a wizard from the Purple Magic Tower. They are a bit.No, they are really strange, but not bad people. They helped me in my hometown, you seeNo seriously, why is your expression like that?!

After much contemplation, Niolle explained everything. It was a story about how she had gone out for a walk at night and saw them burying a person. Selvier listened quietly and then smiled slightly.

You must have been mistaken. Niolle. Although we havent known each other for long, they were probably justplaying some meaningless prank, you know?

[Selvier, are you perhaps hypnoti..]

If youre that worried, why dont we check?

Niolle held the whiteboard with both hands, ready to conduct a primitive method of testing hypnosis.

No, I didnt mean for us to check if I was hypnotized! I was talking about what they buried. It must have been some meaningless toy. We have a busy morning with course registration and all, so if we have time, we can check tonight, right?

Niolle hesitated for a bit, before mustering courage and nodding.

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That night, Niolle revisited the spot once more.

The pit had been dug by someone and there were bloodstains left /genesisforsaken