The Genius of Cloning in the Academy City

Chapter 154: The Witch’s Cauldron (4)

A group of students raced down the main road.

The younger students struggled to keep up, running desperately behind the one at the front, like ducklings following their mother.

At the front, playing the role of the mother duck, was an old professor and a young, beautiful woman.

"Just follow closely behind me, okay?"

"Yes!"

Adella gave her juniors a warning and notched a new arrow onto her bowstring. The three brilliantly shining arrows flew off the bow with grace, cutting through the air like sharks hunting prey, piercing through the beasts that leapt at them in quick succession.

"Adella! Right!"

The professor, swinging his sword to cut down the beasts, shouted. Adella quickly drew her bow while running. The arrow struck the beast that appeared from the right alleyway, embedding itself in its eye.

"Die! Heretic!"

Three cultists of the Unification Church, having bypassed the alley, charged forward riding on beasts. Adella, having slung her bow on her back, drew her rapier from her waist.

As the beasts’ blood-red teeth grew closer, she stepped forward. Her movement was smooth yet powerful.

"Ugh!"

The swift sword strike decimated the enemies. The cultists and beasts fell one after another, blood pouring from their wounds. It was a clean and graceful swordsmanship. Adella and the professor broke through the beast swarm as if they were icebreakers cutting through ice.

"When will the academy’s rescue team arrive?"

"Hmm, considering the situation, it might take quite a while, I think."

Adella felt a sense of frustration after hearing the professor’s words. Time was of the essence. She reached into her pocket and pulled out an object. The professor’s eyes widened when he saw the red staff with intricate patterns.

"The Interdimensional Signal Device? Isn’t that an heirloom from your family? Didn’t you say it was dangerous to use?"

"I tried not to use it, but I have no choice now. The elders won’t like it, but if we don’t use the family’s power in a situation like this, when else would we?"

After saying that, she snapped the staff in her hand. The magical light that erupted from it shot upward, towards the ceiling.

As she gazed at the beam of magic traveling between dimensions, a small sense of liberation washed over her. The beam flickered as it faded, but the signal crossing the dimensional gap continued to blink in her hand.

It wouldn’t take long for the signal to reach her family. The Casscadia forces would be here soon.

"Don’t worry, everyone! The rescue team will be here soon!"

At the student council president’s words, the students cheered, despite their exhaustion. She felt a bittersweet emotion well up inside her.

"If I had used this earlier, that poor girl wouldn’t have had to sacrifice herself."

Despite fulfilling her duty as the student council president, she secretly blamed herself. She should have intervened sooner, but she hadn’t been able to.

"I’m sorry, Violet. I know it’s selfish, but please, stay alive."

Stuffing her melancholy along with the signal device into her chest, Adella ran. She had students to protect.

Inside the dungeon, the agents of the Magna Nabis were leading a

"What did you say?"

I immediately called the department head when I heard the prisoner’s words.

"Why are you calling me suddenly?"

"The prism! She said she did it!"

The eyes of the soldiers and hunters who were in a standoff all turned to the prisoner. The woman nodded with a troubled expression.

At the temporary elevator, an impromptu people’s trial was being held with everyone gathered. I forced the prisoner to kneel on the ground and took out a camera to start filming.

"Now, tell me your name, age, and affiliation!"

The brown-haired ponytailed woman hesitated before speaking.

"My name is E, Ennis Lowell. I’m 28 years old. I’m the chief researcher of the 3rd division of the Mystic Investigation Department at Magna Nabis Group..."

"What? Magna Nabis?"

Upon hearing the familiar name,Violet No. 350 couldn’t help but show an expression of disbelief. Why was that name here?

"Ma..."

"Because of you, one of our team members is dead!"

"Ugh..."

The prisoner was mercilessly beaten.

Captain Klein, who had been silent, stepped forward.

"Wait! Stop it!"

A gunshot rang out.

As the people retreated, the captain squeezed through and helped the prisoner up.

Then, he drew a large handgun and pointed it at the prisoner’s chin.

"Under the Federal Military Law, terrorism is punishable by immediate execution. Do you understand?"

"..."

The woman closed her eyes with a resigned expression.

The Director placed his hand on the captain’s shoulder.

"Hey, give her to us."

"No. My subordinates, the Field Leader, died because of this woman."

The people who had stepped back now spat out their anger once more.

"Hey! Give her to us! She needs to be torn apart!"

"Hand her over! We’ll beat her to death!"

The crowd looked like they were about to rush in and tear the prisoner apart. I was a little flustered. We can’t kill her yet.

I decided to assert my legitimate claim.

"Wait! This prisoner is mine. So don’t decide her fate on your own."

"What? But..."

"I caught her, didn’t I? And I have a lot of questions!"

Violet and I, armed, asserted our legitimate claim.

The crowd, dissatisfied, took a step back under the pressure of our drawn weapons.

"Hey, there’s still something I haven’t asked, so answer quickly. Who’s your superior? What do they do?"

"My superior... the one our team leader killed, is the one you’re asking about."

I pulled a human head out of my inventory.

The people were horrified by the sudden appearance of the head. I quickly claimed it was a relic bag and continued the interrogation.

"Is this her?"

I thrust the blood-dripping head toward her. Ennis flinched and nodded frantically.

"Eeek! Yes, that’s her!"

"Then, is she your commander? Or is there someone else?"

"She’s not our commander. Our team leader receives orders from someone else. We were dispatched to the field. There’s a separate person responsible for everything."

"Who’s that?"

I asked. Ennis, looking at the blade and the gun barrel in front of her, tried desperately to recall something from her mind.

"I don’t know their name or face. I couldn’t properly see their face due to a facial recognition jammer. But..."

"But...? But what! Hurry up and tell me!"

Hesitant, she finally opened her mouth in a panic.

"Vanguard agents were dispatched. They seemed to know each other well. I think they’re from the Intelligence and Strategy Department! That’s all I know."

The mention of "Vanguard" caused a stir among the people.

"Magna Nabis Vanguard? The unit with those fishbowl-headed, machine-covered freaks?"

"Yes, that’s right..."

Ah, this is bad. If this prisoner’s words are true, this is a huge problem. I don’t know how strong they are, but they seemed like formidable opponents.

Could this be related to the Chairman? I need to bring my team here quickly. There are other people around, and if things go wrong, I might have to try to escape by climbing the structure of that old elevator.

"Move the relics! We need to destroy them quickly."

Right. The relics. I can’t let those suspicious people get their hands on them.

Once my questions were done, Ennis asked.

"U-um, is the questioning over?"

"Yeah. For now."

After hearing my response, the prisoner looked at me with lifeless eyes and slowly closed them. Surrounding her were angry hunters, workers, and soldiers. Had she already resigned herself?

Of course, I didn’t plan to kill her immediately. I still had many more questions to ask. And, she was the type of person to give information politely when asked.

She was the first one who didn’t resist answering without going through complicated violent procedures.

The Director asked.

"What should we do with her?"

"I’ll hold off on disposing of her for now."

By the way, where are Adela and the students?

"I just met them!"

Just as I had that question, I received word that I had met up with my Violet team members. I began to happily think about when to reveal Violet’s survival.

"Let’s say she miraculously survived. That’ll be less embarrassing."

"Or how about this? We say we managed to defeat all the beasts... huh?"

I was about to think more when a group of jet bikes suddenly flew over our team members’ heads.

"It’s the Magna Nabis Vanguard! Kyaaak!"

"Lucian’s down! He’s out cold!"

"A sniper! Cloning has started! Daphne’s in danger!"

"Adela’s hurt!"

I jumped up from my seat.

"...What’s going on?"

Without answering the Director’s question, we dashed out. We left only two people behind as the rest of the team ran out of the barricade.

"Hey, follow me!"

"What? Aah!"

I didn’t forget to grab the prisoner by the back of the neck and drag her along.

As soon as we crossed the barricade, we quickly increased the scale of our operation.

"Run! Hurry up! When will the reinforcements arrive? We’re losing people faster than we can kill them!"

"Ah! The bullets won’t fire! It’s jammed!"

Screams and the sound of fear-soaked radios filled the air. The Violet unit rushed into the main road.

Violet is dying.

They’re dying.

They are dying again.

As we met up with our team on the road, I could see them.

"...Who are you?"

Walking disasters, in the form of humans.