Chapter 82 - Wishful Thinking (1/2)
”Greetings, Esteemed guests. I am Marchelt Malkulm Voss. Today I will be answering questions regarding the events that took place during the Hunt.”
”As you may know, two of our students were critically injured after a feral devil attacked them while they were hunting their puppet. The devil has since been subdued and we are still recovering from some minor losses. During the subjugation, our team suffered major losses that include Several of our MilComs and two Genits.”
The Marchelt finished his opening speech and awaited response from the press.
”Marchelt, do you believe that this is an isolated incident that has no connection to our enemies?” A man asked.
”I do. This feral devil seemed to have been practicing a flawed technique that caused its mind to decay and its body to become beast-like.” The Marchelt answered quickly.
”And who were the students that were injured under the army's watch?” The man pressed on.
”Talise Valcor and Rieza Blaiz.”
”What of the other team members?”
”Two of them were already knocked out when we arrived, and we had to knock out the third one as soon as we landed at the platform.”
”We were lucky that there were no student casualties.”
One week later:
”Little darling, are you going to pretend that nothing happened during the hunt? Half of your team was nearly wiped off the face of this world and you seem all to fine.” Malece spoke down to a bedridden Simon.
Ever since the events of the Hunt, Simon had been laying in bed, consolidating his power and recovering his mental strength. As it seemed, using the chat room took a lot of his mental strength, causing him to temporarily weaken. Because of his circ.u.mstances, he was given indefinite 'sick leave' from the academy; so that he may recover smoothly.
That also meant that he had to return to the palace and reside under Malece's care again.
”I am just trying to relax right now. I do not want to remember the details of the Hunt again, I would rather stay in a decent mood and recover.” Simon responded as he sipped a cup of steaming hot tea.
”And there is no need to put up the 'caring wife' act. I can recover just fine if no one disturbs me.” Simon coldly remarked.