The Goddess Made A Mistake Again

It's just started to darken as we were on a carriage back to the academy.

Technically, we could have stayed outside a bit longer and done a bit more things but as this was Wilson's first outing… and also because I was sure that I'd lose him in the crowd, that's why we were going back.

But… the original plan was a bit different.

I would let Wilson go back to the academy and stay out for business, but…

My eyes briefly venture out the street and look at a bystander, reading his newspaper. But to me, it was a guy, looking through the small hole on the paper to spy me.

Then I look in front, penetrating through the carriage, at the driver's back. He also had secretly glanced at me a few times and also signaled his comrades on the street to do the same.

'There are more than a few in this area.'

I could feel at least 5 eyes that are directly looking at me and a few others that were trying to.

'It seems the stunt I did today got the academy on guard. But they didn't have to waste so much manpower on me, I'm just a normal student.' I smile at the thought.

"Hm? What's funny?" Wilson asked.

"Huh… what do you mean?"

"I saw you smiling just a moment ago."

"Oh that? It's nothing, just feeling the victory wind over me. That's got me smiling a bit."

"Hm!" Wilson nodded, "It really was a special fight today, I never saw anyone fight like that. It's like something out of a fantasy story."

"Haha… what are you talking about? Did you forget what happened at the stadium with Cravic?"

Wilson shook his head as he had a smile, "Of course not. I still remember how that black ball as about to kill me if it weren't for you."

"I also remember how you flew in the sky and smashed Cravic to the ground and how he still survived that attack."

I nod as the memory came to me.

After Abigail killed Cravic and the army defeated the cult members, the cult of The Burning Pain of Dragonicas haven't shown their face yet.

There even wasn't any news about them attacking villages and small towns, which seemed to relieve the people, but brought concern to the higher ups.

Such a huge cult couldn't just disappear into the mists because their leader was killed. Sure, they are weak now… but even a rat can survive at the most turmoil moment.

'I'm sure those bastards will pop up again when everyone won't be expecting them.'

I feel the secret gaze of the driver on me and get an idea.

"Oh Wilson, I don't think I've told you about that guy."

"What guy?"

"That guy that was spying on us back at the stadium."

The driver's back suddenly felt a quick breeze but he calmed himself.

"There was somebody spying on us back at the stadium?!"

I nod, "Yeah, but I took care of him."

"I made sure those filthy gazes of theirs never sets their focus on us again."

The driver controlling the carriage knew that they were caught.

"It will be good for everyone if something like that never happens again… otherwise, I don't know what I might do."

The driver gulped as he quickly signaled all of his pals to scatter. This was a chance; a chance Henry was giving them. He was telling them that he'll overlook this matter if they stopped immediately.

The driver might be working for the academy, but he wasn't stupid enough to get through with the mission when he's life would vapor in the next moment.

"Henry, what do you mean you don't know what you'll do? And what do you mean by you took care of the guy and that he'll never focus on us again?"

…

"We're here." The driver spoke with respect and fear as both of us got out.

While Wilson went inside the academy with questions unanswered, I stood back for a moment. My back faced the carriage as I say, "It would be best for both of us, if we stayed on our line."

The driver remained silent as I walked inside.

Seeing Henry leave, the driver immediately bolted away from the place.

…

Inside a secluded building where lights were more dimmed than needed.

Four people stayed stood before a crouched man.

"Is that all he said?" The center person spoke, he was old and looked weak but you could feel vigor inside him.

"Yes, sir!" The guy kneeling on the ground spoke, he was the driver that rode the carriage, "He also…" The guy hesitated.

"If you have something to say, Say It!" On the left side, roared a middle aged man. He had a tall figure with bulging muscles, he also had a long rough mustache. "Don't keep it in like a woman, SPEAK!"

The guy kneeling, shaked at the voice and quickly relayed the hidden threat Henry said. He told them about what he told Wilson about killing the spy.

"That damned brat! Who the fuck does he think he is sprouting such threats like that! And you!" The guy pointed at the driver, "How dare you let him get away like that, you should have put some sense into him if you're really a man!"

"Stop it, Rodrick. Violence on him won't bring us any benefit." On the right side stood a lean man with gold glasses and calculating eyes.

"Fuck your benefits! I want results, nothing else!" The bulging man was about to insult again but the old man stopped him.

"Enough! The situation would escalate if we do anymore!"

"But sir, how can we let this be like so!" The bulging man said respectfully to the old man, "He blatantly did something so unlawful on the academy grounds and even threatens us to back away in Our Own Territory!" His knuckles turned red as he put force in it, "We must beat him now and let him realize who this place belongs to!"

"No!" The old man was stern, "Nothing similar to that will happen. This matter will be settled peacefully."

"But sir-"

"It's not like I'm not angry over the fact of him doing what he did today. But I still won't do anything."

"The real matter is that nobody got hurt over this business. The student who was drugged will live and also didn't sustain any lingering damage, so that's good."

The old man laughed a bit darkly, "We'll take today's matter as a child showing some tantrum and forgive him… next time something happens I'll personally take a look."

"Is that okay with you… Mr. Cauldron." The old man said as he gazed in the dark.

At the back of the room, in the shadows, sat a person on a chair as he comfortably saw the scene while smoking. He smiled at the question that didn't seem like a question, "Of course it is. Your words are final, Principal."

Meanwhile, the person they were talking about was inside the bathroom.

Henry was looking at a vial filled with purple liquid. Opening it, he took a little sniff.

'There's no smell on it?'

'I couldn't even send this to the lab because of the spies. Still, it wouldn't take a genius to know it's probably poison.'

Henry closed the vial back.

'But such a complex design… just why do you need something so dangerous… or who do you want it for?'