Fools Paradise - 33 Ch 33- To the rescue

He wondered what Lana was doing today. Was she making dinner by now? Were the kids behaving properly? For a moment he wished he was home enjoying a home cooked meal instead of where he was now.

Wittorf was face to face with death but he was not afraid. All he could think about was Lana and the Orphanage.

Fire was building in the white haired boy’s hand, licking his finger tips in anticipation to consume its prey. Raising his hand to finish off the two it suddenly jerked away as the young white haired mage was hit by something small.

Looking around to see where the attack came from he spotted the intruder. Standing about 50 feet away from him was Steel. His hand extended pointing at the boy like a gun, smoke rising from it.

“Hands off my student.”

The white haired boy pouts and turns to face the new enemy. Bialog starts huffing as well.

“Anyone who protects the Son of Sin will have to be punished!”

Steel takes a fighting stance and looks pissed off

“Anyone who hurts my students will answer to me.”

The boy pats the buffalo and it begins charging Steel. Preparing himself Steel forms a shroud of energy and calls out to his familiar.

“Alice, take care of the boy!”

The serpent woman appeared behind Steel and began rushing towards the young white haired boy, moving with snake like speed.

Bialog makes contact with Steel who takes the brunt of the attack and stops the beast in its tracks. The buffalo tries it’s hardest to push the teacher but he does not budge an inch. He begins to lift the creature slowly until he is able to throw it behind him into a building.

It slams into it with a ton of force and lands on the ground stunned. Alice is rushing towards the young mage with venomous fangs revealed. The boy conjures flames to shoot at the Familiar but she swiftly dodges them all.

Landing her fangs into the boys arms as he tries to block the attack he screams out in pain. The venom courses through his veins and he feels his body begin to slowly feel numb.

“Bialog!”

The large buffalo gets up and charges towards the white haired boy. He grabs onto it swinging around to land on its back as it continues charging away from the fight.

The town begins to move again as time resumes around them. A few people scream as suddenly the wall where the buffalo hit along with the building fire was thrown in both explode.

Steel runs up to Wittorf and Nil to check if they are alright and gives a sigh of relief as he realizes they are just a little banged up.

“Can you move?”

“Yea just a bruised is all.”

“Good, we need to tell the Headmaster about what just happened.”

“What about the damage?”

“We will get mages focused on earth magic in to repair the buildings.”

He was saved for the time being but he was not entirely sure what to make of the fight that just happened. Where did this boy come from and why did he keep calling Nil the Son of Sin?

Like with most things he knew he was not going to get an answer right away. Nil helped him up and they made their way back to the academy. Once there they went straight to the Headmaster and explained the situation to him.

The Headmaster looked to Wittorf who was waiting for some kind of guidance. He knew Nil was special but he was not aware that he would be targeted like that in broad daylight. In order to keep them safe he had no other option.

“From this moment forward you are not to leave the academy.”

“But I can take care of myself!”

“After today’s incident I feel it is in everyone’s best interest if you do as I say.”

“Why was that boy after us?”

“I do not know, but I will find out and when I do I will inform you.”

Grabbing Wittorfs shoulder Steel nodded to the Headmaster and left with the two behind him. Wittorf was not happy with this outcome. He was stuck in the academy now because some random kid decided to pick a fight with him.

On their way back to his room they stopped at the nurses’ station to get patched up. It was not too serious looking but it was good to get a professional to look them over for any internal damage.

Wittorf went back to his room to stew over the day’s events. Nil sat on the floor across from Wittorf and watched him. Nil had the same thing on his mind. Why was he attacked and what did the boy mean when he called him the Son of Sin?

Nil had just as many questions as Wittorf. He felt the same way his master did. They wanted to get to the bottom of this and to do that they needed to get out of the academy.

“What should we do?” Nil asked already expecting the answer

“We need to get out of the academy without being noticed.”

“How do we do that?”

“I don’t know yet.”

They both continued to ruminate over the ideas. This was a magical academy it was very likely to have some way to track their students while they were there. Perhaps they needed something to make them invisible or at least blind to any sensing magic. But they had no clue where to even begin with that level of magic.

The day was over and Wittorf and Nil were no closer to figuring out who Nil really was. They decided to head to bed and plan out their mission in the morning. That night Nil had a nightmare. He was fighting against a swarm of people all cursing him and throwing rocks. He felt the pain course through his body with each stone. When he awoke he was sweating. The blank Grimoire glowing faintly beside Wittorfs bed.