A Talentless Mage Devours a Disaster-Class Future - Chapter 59

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Episode 59

Crack-crack-crack—!

Bang!!

A massive thunderclap that seemed to swallow the world tore through Excion’s night sky with merciless violence.

The Mana Storm had extinguished every magical lamp in the dormitory at once, plunging it into absolute darkness and chaos.

“Aaaaahhhhh—!”

The sharp crack of shattering glass cut through the darkness as someone’s scream tore loose.
Stripped of the Mana Power they’d relied upon, left defenseless, the students panicked and stumbled blindly in confusion.

“What—what’s happening! What’s going on out there!”
“B-blood… there’s a body outside—!”
“Don’t push! I can’t see a thing ahead!”

Voices thick with terror swept through the dormitory hallway like a tide, the scene descending into pandemonium.

“It’s too dangerous here—everyone, move now!”

In the darkness, the dormitory supervisors and faculty still present at Excion, armed with Luminescent Stone Rods that needed neither torch nor Mana Power, began urgently herding the students to safety.

“Follow the person in front! Don’t break formation!”

In the thick of the unfolding crisis, a grave conversation was taking place in the dormitory lobby between faculty and the Guardian Knights.

“What’s the situation outside! Are the defensive lines holding?”

At Professor Ronan’s urgent question—he taught Fundamental Theory—Walter, the Deputy Commander of the Guardian Knights, answered with a grim face, shaking his head slowly.

“The number of Raid forces currently exceeds ours by a considerable margin.”

His voice was thick with despair.

“The enemies are all combat veterans skilled in slaughter, whereas on our side—save for the Guardian Knights themselves—everyone requires protection. Our forces are too scattered, and we’re reaching the limits of what we can do to counter their Guerrilla Warfare tactics.”

At that despairing report, Professor Bell, who taught Biology and stood observing the situation with a Luminescent Stone Rod in hand, grew agitated and raised his voice.

“Then shouldn’t the students fight alongside us! Even if they can’t use magic right now, haven’t all the students here learned at least basic Swordmanship and Self-Defense!”

The suggestion was to throw their numbers at the problem rather than sit idle and be slaughtered—but that rash argument froze instantly at the sound of a cool voice cutting through the darkness.

“Don’t act rashly, Professor Bell.”

The figure who emerged, caught in the wavering light of the Luminescent Stone, was Alister, Excion’s Admissions Director and professor of the Flame Studies Faculty.

He pushed his glasses up with one finger, his eyes sharp as a razor’s edge fixed on Professor Bell.

“Excion is a haven of learning. Whatever comes to pass, we will not send untested students to their deaths for the academy’s sake.”

His unwavering declaration pressed down upon the chaotic air of the lobby with crushing weight.

Known even in ordinary times for his uncompromising, exacting temperament, his pronouncement of the academy’s essence became an iron law that no one dared dispute.

“If even a single student falls to enemy blades in this ordeal, Excion will carry that terrible burden for eternity.”

At that moment, Student Council President Leonhardt Kale stepped forward and lent his voice to Professor Alister’s words.

“The Dean is right. Our Student Council will also help evacuate everyone.”

Walter, Vice-Captain of the Guardian Knights, nodded firmly and reached a conclusion.

“We must proceed to the Grand Atrium. Please evacuate all remaining personnel in Excion to that vast central hall. Even if we’re outnumbered, my knights will hold the defensive line at a single chokepoint, no matter what.”

After a brief silence, Ronan and Professor Bell, along with the other faculty, followed Professor Alister’s resolute decision and soon nodded in agreement, their resolve hardened.

“Very well. We’ll guide all students to the Grand Atrium at once.”

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A secluded office on the second floor of Excion Guest Hall.

“What is this chaos? Why now of all times…?”

As flashes of lightning flickered outside the window and the sound of a torrential downpour filled the air, Inspector Raven irritably swept back his disheveled hair.

In the pitch-black room where even the lamps had gone dark due to the Mana Vacuum State.

Just then, the firmly shut office door burst open and a Guardian Knight from Excion rushed in urgently.

“Inspector! You must evacuate to the Grand Atrium immediately!”
“Those are the orders?”

At Raven’s question, the Guardian Knight nodded with a grave expression.

“The enemy’s assault range is too wide. This evacuation has been ordered as a precaution. You must move quickly.”
“I understand… yes, I understand. I’ll prepare and head down right away.”
“You must hurry as much as possible!”

As the Guardian Knight rushed back out into the corridor, Raven lit a lantern in the darkness and examined the scattered documents on his desk once more.

His gaze came to rest on a specific page of the Old Ledger, its surface dusted with soil.

“I should have finished before the storm arrived… I noticed too late.”

Aion’s reasoning had been correct.

Long-unclaimed emergency supplies.

After meticulously backtracking through the ledger, Raven discovered that the recorded contents largely failed to match the goods actually stacked in the warehouse from a month before the dormitory fire.

Most of what was written in the ledger consisted of threadbare picture books like Nightmare’s secret collection, sedatives, and forbidden illegal consumables prohibited for students.

But among the items brought in under the name of the Golden Scale Merchant Union, a fatal anomaly had been discovered in one.

Raven was a wielder of Memory Magic, which allowed him to read lingering thoughts imprinted upon objects.

The item in the crate he had touched was not the ordinary forbidden goods listed in the ledger. Raven had read a vivid, searing memory—the crate had been packed entirely with Flame Runes.

And in tracing the contents related to that memory, he discovered that the person who had secretly requested those perilous items be brought into Excion was…

“I should inform Aion… but that’s impossible right now. Well, there’s nothing to be done. More urgent matters have arisen.”

Or rather, that wasn’t quite true.
The full story and secrets of the incident Raven had just uncovered were equally urgent.

“This doesn’t look good….”

Rumble—crash!

Raven gazed out the window at the Mana Storm howling past, his voice low and troubled.

“Of all times, why must something this catastrophic strike now….”

Tap.

Raven’s fingers drummed against the Old Ledger with restless irritation.

“Of all times…… just of all times.”

Coincidence upon coincidence.
And then more coincidence.

It was strange.

Raven—he who pursued truth by sifting through memory itself.

After a long investigation, he had finally uncovered the culprit behind the massive fire that had engulfed Hazel Dorm.

Yet even this seasoned investigator had not yet unraveled one crucial truth.

The motive remained shrouded—why the arsonist had set such a terrible blaze in Hazel Dorm at all.

A love affair?
Or some grudge among nobles, some clash of faction and power?
Raven’s eyes grew cold and distant.

‘And if, perhaps, it was none of those….’

If the cause were not mere personal vendetta, the implications grew far more dangerous.

‘Maximum casualties? The deaths themselves as the goal?’

Flash—!

“Wait, surely not…….”

A hypothesis struck Raven’s mind like lightning.

The Mana Storm.

The collapse of Excion’s defensive systems. And the large-scale assault by outside forces.

‘What if this entire sequence of events was not coincidence?’

What if the current assault was not merely the product of accumulated chance?

“Damn it, I have to warn them now!!”

Bang—!

Raven burst through the door, his worn long coat billowing behind him.
Bark, who lay curled nearby, barked and bolted after him down the darkened corridor.

The hall at the base of the stairs leading down to the first floor.
In the darkness stood the sturdy silhouette of the Guardian Knight who had ordered him to evacuate moments before.

“I’m sorry I’m late. First of all…….”
“…It’s all right.”

Thud—

Before Raven could finish speaking, the Guardian Knight who had been standing upright collapsed to the ground without warning.

Hisssss…

Acrid smoke, as if flesh were cooking, rose from the gaps between the fallen knight’s mouth and armor.

And from the darkness behind the knight’s body, a single student slowly stepped into view.

“…Inspector Raven.”
“…….”
“It’s you, isn’t it? The one who reported Renar.”

Mark de Senell.

Mark stood with an expressionless face. The usually elegant and affected appearance of the nobleman had vanished without a trace.

Whoooosh…

Grotesque flames rippled across his entire body, and scalding steam poured ceaselessly from him.

Raven asked with a hardened expression.

The uncanny sight of him being puppeteered by someone sent a chill down Raven’s spine.

Content she’d prepared in advance for a situation like this.

Raven pulled out parchment and a pen, scrawling frantically to add to what was already written.

Scratch-scratch-scratch—

She folded the parchment small, sealed it tight against the rain, then pressed it firmly into Bark’s waiting mouth.

From the depths of her pocket, she drew out a small, worn handkerchief—something she’d kept from her time tangled up with Aion, still carrying his scent.

“Bark, you remember this smell, don’t you?”

Sniff-sniff…

Bark huffed softly through his nose, his head moving in what might have been a nod.

“Go to him. Tell him the truth.”

Rrrrr…

Bark’s whine was low, reluctant to leave his master, but Raven smiled and roughed up his head affectionately.

“Don’t worry. You know me—this Raven is invincible.”
Howwwwwl!!

A lie.

Screeeech—!

Raven’s worn longcoat billowed as she drew her blade from her belt with a sharp ring.

Seething heat radiated from Mark as he lurched forward grotesquely. Raven locked eyes with him, her voice low and resolute.

“Go, partner.”

Whoooosh…

“I’ll kill… everything… burn it all… kill it!!”

Fwoooooosh—!

A superhuman figure wreathed in flame barreled toward Raven.

Raven watched Bark’s retreating form disappear into the darkness, her voice dropping to barely a whisper.

“If you’re hoping I’m not too late… is that asking too much?”

Claaaaaang—!

Raven’s blade struck Mark’s arm and bounced back.

Movements like a monster’s. Skin that even steel couldn’t pierce.

“Aion. I’m afraid I’ll be staying put here. So….”

Flash—!

Raven’s usually loose presence suddenly sharpened into a blade’s edge.

“I’m counting on you alone.”

The Talentless Mage Swallows a Catastrophic Future — Episode 59

Author
Wang Mochi
Publisher
Daon Creative
Planning / Editing / Production
Yeon
Cover Art
Dali

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