Dark Magus Returns

Chapter 1379: A Path of Shadows and Secrets

Alen had been far more helpful than Raze had ever imagined. In fact, his involvement had altered Raze’s plans entirely, plans he had built from the moment he first stepped into Pagna.

Originally, it had been simple.

Restore his strength in this new body. Reclaim what he had lost. And then return, openly, to tear down the Grand Magus, one by one. He knew the moment he took down the first, the others would catch wind of his presence, and things would only get more dangerous from there.

That had always been the curse of his old body.

It wasn’t that he had been weaker than the other Grand Magus, not Enaxx, certainly not Ibarin. He was unsure about the others, having never clashed with them directly. But strength had never been the issue. It was isolation. Even with all his power, he could never move against them alone.

And, truthfully, he hadn’t cared what the world thought of him. If the people of Alterian wanted to label him a villain for striking down the Grand Magus, so be it. He would’ve accepted it, because he would have accomplished his vision. Twice, even. Once in his past life, and again in this one.

But… things had changed.

His time in Pagna, his time among the students, the people, it had shifted something in him. He didn’t want to see them suffer. He didn’t want them walking the same dark path he had. And it was through them that he realized: the Grand Magus hadn’t just wronged him. They were committing treacherous acts across Pagna, spreading chaos and corruption, manipulating events from behind the scenes.

Now, with Alen on his side, Raze had something he never had before, resources. An actual network to conduct investigations. Quiet methods. A chance to do this the right way.

“Raze!” Alen called, snapping him out of thought.

The buses had arrived. The students were being prepared for departure, and the operation was nearly complete. Alen had given them all strict instructions, no one was to speak of what happened inside the Underfang Guild. Not to other students, not to teachers, not even to Principal Wilton.

Oddly enough, the students took the command well. Rather than feel silenced, they felt… involved. Like they were now part of something bigger, an investigation that could change everything. Whatever fear or uncertainty lingered, it was drowned out by the pride of being trusted with something important.

As Raze stepped toward the loading area, Alen approached him again.

“I’ve been doing some digging,” Alen said in a hushed tone. “And there’s something I think might help with what we discussed.”

He leaned closer.

“There’s a rumor about an item the Central Academy keeps locked away. It’s said to allow someone to look directly into another person’s mind, to view their memories, replay conversations, even observe moments exactly as they happened.”

Raze raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know how it works,” Alen admitted. “Or even if the memories can be altered to frame someone… but I figured you’d want to look into it.”

Raze gave a silent nod. Even if the item turned out to be a fake or corrupted version, its existence alone was worth investigating. If he could find it and analyze the enchantments, he might be able to replicate or improve it, build a version that couldn’t be tampered with.

After all, the founder of the old Dark Faction had once used a similar system. During the Golden Globe Selection, he’d shown everyone’s memories for the entire world to see. So the idea of such an item didn’t feel so far-fetched.

If that kind of tool had existed back then, Raze thought bitterly, maybe I would’ve been cleared of the crime that started this entire mess.

Eventually, the students were escorted back to the academy safely. Alen personally saw to it. Upon arrival, the students were told to rest in their dorms while the teachers were summoned for an official evaluation of events.

Alen himself met with Principal Wilton, playing it casual, just an old friend checking in during the assessment period. Nothing more. Nothing suspicious.

After the evaluations were finished, a couple of days passed. During that time, Raze and the others observed closely, watching for signs that anyone had broken the silence. If any of the students or teachers had leaked details of what happened… it would only be a matter of time before word spread.

But no one spoke.

Whether it was out of fear, a promise, or sheer pride, none of them said a word.

Still, things clearly weren’t back to normal.

The students who hadn’t participated in the assessment began avoiding the transfer students altogether. Even among the Ranked Students, the atmosphere was different, tense, strained. The sense of camaraderie from before had fractured. And it didn’t look like it would go back to how it once was.

Eventually, though, an announcement came: the selection for the Cultural Exchange was complete.

As promised, the transfer students were all chosen. So were the five Ranked Students. The event would take place in just one week.

Back in the dorm room, the mood was surprisingly light.

“We did it! We actually did it!” Beatrix shouted, throwing her arms in the air. “I was so worried that when we used our powers, something would slip out… but everyone’s kept quiet!”

“Right?” Liam added, shaking his head. “I thought for sure someone would’ve cracked. Maybe it’s Alen… or maybe they’re just too scared. Either of us… or the Grand Magus.”

The group chuckled nervously, but their eyes eventually drifted toward Raze.

He hadn’t said a word.

His expression was distant, gaze fixed on the floor. His mind was elsewhere, and they could tell.

He was thinking about Alen’s words.

Is there proof that Ibarin has done something truly wrong? Raze wondered. He wronged me, used me as a scapegoat just to claim the position of principal. He’s been working with the Grand Magus… and that alone makes him guilty.

But guilt isn’t enough. Not in the eyes of the world. Not if they want to bring them all down.

If I go after Ibarin first, without proof, then the others will remain untouched. People will think it’s just revenge. Personal. But if I can find something here, at the academy… something irrefutable…

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door.

Instantly, Raze sensed something. A presence, familiar. One that felt oddly similar to his own.

When he opened the door, he found Londo standing outside.

“Can we talk?” Londo asked, his tone low and serious.

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