Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Heroine is Furious
The principal and the three senior teachers assembled once more in the academy’s dimly lit laboratory, their faces etched with determination and fatigue. The room, cluttered with various magical and alchemical apparatus, was filled with an air of intense focus as they set about uncovering the truth behind the dark gas attack.

Principal Eleanor Blackwood, a resolute woman with a commanding presence, took the lead. “Let’s review our findings. We need to identify the composition of this gas and determine how to neutralize it effectively.”

Dr. Harold Finch, the bespectacled senior teacher with graying hair, adjusted his glasses as he examined the samples they had collected from the affected areas. “The gas is a combination of several magical and alchemical compounds. Its behavior suggests it was designed to cause awaken lustful emotions and reduce reasoning ability. It dissipates quickly, leaving no trace of its origin.”

Professor Lydia Carter, the young teacher with a concerned expression, studied the residue under a magnifying glass. “We’ve identified traces of a rare, dark enchantment mixed with a volatile alchemical agent. This combination is not commonly used in our region, which points to a sophisticated method and possibly someone with significant knowledge of both fields.”

The third teacher, Professor Agnes Wells, known for her expertise in magical theory, reviewed her notes carefully. “Based on the residue, it seems the gas was created using a complex enchantment to enhance the effects of the alchemical components. The enchantment would have ensured that the gas was not only potent but also difficult to trace or neutralize.”

Principal Blackwood nodded thoughtfully. “This confirms our suspicion that the attack was planned meticulously. We need to find out who could have the expertise and motive for such a calculated act.”

Professor Wells continued, “As for the antidote, we’ve formulated a preliminary solution. It’s a counter-agent that can neutralize the effects of the gas. The antidote requires a specific mixture of antidotal herbs and magical reagents. We’ll need to prepare incase if this gas used again.”

Professor Carter added, “We’ve also developed a secondary remedy to alleviate the lingering effects of the gas, such as nausea and disorientation. It’s crucial that we administer both treatments promptly to all affected individuals.”

Principal Blackwood took a deep breath, her gaze resolute. “Prepare the antidotes and ensure they are distributed to every student and staff member, if this gas appeared again, they could use antidote immediately.”

As the meeting concluded, the teachers set about their tasks with renewed urgency. The academy, though shaken, was determined to restore order and security.

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Principal Eleanor Blackwood sat in her office, the weight of recent events pressing heavily upon her. The room was lit only by the flickering light of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the stacks of paperwork and magical artifacts cluttering her desk. The once orderly space now felt tense and chaotic, mirroring the crisis that had enveloped the academy.

The door burst open, and Lucan, flanked by Maris, entered with a sense of urgency. Maris, a determined look in her eyes, was dragging Mordecai behind her with a powerful tug of her magic. Mordecai’s condition was dire: his face was bruised and swollen, one eye nearly shut, and his clothes were torn. Blood seeped through his torn shirt, staining the fabric darkly, and he had a deep gash across his forehead, oozing red. His breathing was ragged, and he seemed barely conscious, a result of the magical restraint and Maris’s rough handling.

Lucan’s face was grim as he addressed Principal Blackwood. “Principal Blackwood, we’ve apprehended Mordecai. He’s the one behind the gas attack. We need to search his room for evidence.”

Principal Blackwood’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of Mordecai and the severity of his injuries. Her expression hardened with resolve. “Very well. We’ll conduct a thorough search. Please, bring him to his quarters.”

With Maris’s continued magical grip, they escorted Mordecai to his room. The halls of the academy seemed unusually quiet, the usual bustle replaced by a heavy silence as the gravity of the situation settled in.

Arriving at Mordecai’s quarters, Principal Blackwood unlocked the door and led the way inside. The room was sparsely furnished, with only the essentials present: a small bed, a desk cluttered with books and papers, and a few personal items. Principal Blackwood immediately began examining the space with a keen eye.

The room was meticulously clean, but a closer inspection revealed a hidden compartment beneath the floorboards. Principal Blackwood pried it open, revealing a collection of alchemical vials and dark tomes. The vials contained residue matching the gas used in the attack, and the tomes detailed various forbidden enchantments and alchemical techniques.

“It’s as we suspected,” Principal Blackwood said, her voice steely. “These items are clear evidence of Mordecai’s involvement in the gas attack.”

Lucan and Maris stood by, their faces a mix of relief and concern. Maris’s eyes were still fierce, though her grip on Mordecai had relaxed slightly now that the evidence was secured.

Principal Blackwood turned to Lucan and Maris, her expression resolute. “We’ll take Mordecai into custody and hand him over to the interrogation team. We need to extract as much information as possible about his accomplices and motives.”

Maris nodded, her expression softening only slightly.

With Mordecai’s room thoroughly examined and the evidence secured, Principal Blackwood ensured that the interrogation team was summoned. The academy’s security and investigation efforts were now focused on uncovering the full extent of the conspiracy and ensuring that justice was served.

Lucan was somewhat surprised by how angry and fierce Maris had been when she beat Mordecai. She would have killed him if he hadn’t stopped her.

Maris had never shown this side of herself to him before, but she must have been furious that the students at her academy had gone through so much trauma because of Mordecai.

A person who gets angry for others, gets sad for others, and wants to seek justice for them is a kind person. Even though he had taught her to mind her own business and live her life without being influenced by others, she couldn’t help but care.

This is why she was chosen as a saint—because of her kindness and care for others, even those she doesn’t know. Let’s just hope this kindness doesn’t become a weakness.

Lucan returned to his room and stretched. Another thing he hadn’t expected was that Mordecai would be caught so quickly. He had sent Maris to watch Mordecai, knowing that he would try something again, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. And, Principal Blackwood was different from what he remembered. In the game, she had tried to save Mordecai from severe punishment because he came from one of the four great noble houses. However, this time the principal didn’t try to protect him and was even considering punishing him.

If there’s any difference between the game and this world, it’s that in the game, Mordecai failed completely, but in this world, he succeeded in corrupting one class.

That’s why the principal isn’t trying to save him but is instead giving him the punishment he deserves.

Whatever. I’ve gained fame, and that’s all that matters.

Lucan thought as he went to sleep.