Chapter 205: A Possibility

“Are we really not doing anything?”

Bob, who was starting to get impatient and had become the voice of the people in Class 7-A who couldn’t push their ideas because they were afraid of the main powerhouse of their class, voiced his concerns once more.

“Y-yeah, we can just continue it, you know?”

“We still have half a day, Willow! We can push this!”

“We don’t need to waste our Safety Card just because of wild accusations that our opponents are the Black Shepherds! It’s impossible! Just impossible.”

‘Right? Maybe I’m just not right in the head and merely imagining things.’

Cillian thought as he started looking around the area without making it obvious. Aster had already left and was also trying to find the other guy Cillian had just said was someone from the Shepherds.

Cillian didn’t even describe anything to him since he had nothing to tell him. However, Aster merely got to work as he blended himself into the crowd.

[Death Flag x41]

Cillian and Aster were confident that they would be able to spot the person in question within just a few minutes.

Even though they weren’t that close as classmates yet, everyone could have a general idea about their own peers. They weren’t too dumb to realize when someone didn’t belong to their class.

It wouldn’t take long before they noticed it as well.

But then it went around in circles.

Maybe that was what the Black Shepherd who had infiltrated their camp was waiting for—to throw everyone into chaos and start their attack.

Before the situation could escalate that far, Cillian knew he and Aster should figure out who this infiltrator was and deal with him before those few minutes passed.

They had to do it now.

The question was, how?

‘How do I expose this bastard?’

A thought lingered in Cillian’s mind as he continued watching the faces of the students from Class 7-A while listening to the class’s discussion.

Cillian wanted to expose this Shepherd who had suddenly infiltrated among them out of nowhere without suffering any casualties.

A sudden casualty was something Cillian couldn’t afford to have happen right now.

That’s why an idea struck him.

‘Aster, get ready to attack someone who will react to something I’m about to say. That bastard wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t planning something. Be mindful.’

Cillian didn’t know where Aster was since he was currently relying on his naked vision, but with his eyes, he was able to tell that Aster was walking around the place.

There was no sign that they had agreed to do this.

That’s why…

Cillian immediately pointed his hand toward the air and shouted.

“Aiden from the Worlds!”

All talk soon ceased to exist at Cillian’s shout.

All his classmates heard him and quickly looked toward the sky, thinking that it was something important, only to see nothing but the bright white sky.

However, Cillian’s eyes remained fixed on the crowd.

There was a reason why he revealed that name here.

Cillian was already aware that the people who had caught Aiden for the first time were the Shepherds all along. And he was confident about his gamble, as he knew he would get a reaction from the Shepherd who had infiltrated them.

After all, the Shepherds were probably thinking that Cillian and Aiden didn’t know each other.

But Cillian had not only met him, but his piece of consciousness was currently resting in his chest pocket.

And it worked.

‘Found you!’

Cillian immediately spotted the person who wasn’t looking at the sky, his brown eyes narrowing as a frown formed uncontrollably on his face.

He was able to see the man’s face because he was currently wearing the same uniform as them instead of a black robe.

Whoever this guy wanted to speak to, he never got the chance to finish his sentence.

After all, he found it unbelievable that Aiden’s name would come from Cillian’s mouth, considering the two were supposed to be unrelated to each other.

But Aster’s blade came faster from behind his back.

“How did you know Aiden—!”

Before he could even finish speaking, Cillian had already lunged forward in his direction while avoiding the people blocking his way. He got Hunter Athena from his Inventory and thrust it toward the enemy’s neck.

Whoosh—!

The Black Shepherd, who had reacted strongly after hearing the name of their prisoner who had escaped from their grasp, tried to reach out for Cillian but ultimately failed as he died.

[Death Flag x40]

“Wha—”

“Don’t just stand there! Get ready!”

Cillian shouted as he pulled his sword from the dead Shepherd, who was wearing the same uniform as them.

He knew that the Shepherds would be informed about the death of their comrade, as that information was something he had gathered from the Mouthful Eye, which held some truth to it. It only didn’t work during his previous encounter because, from what he had heard, they were inside a Runic Gate.

But they weren’t in a Runic Gate now.

However, his veins bulged when he saw the scene in front of him. There, he watched the shocked faces all around him, as if he hadn’t just committed a murder right in front of everyone’s eyes.

What Cillian had killed was another student from the Sorcery Academy. The tournament shouldn’t have gone this badly from the beginning, with someone actually being killed.

“I said get fucking ready!”

Cillian clicked his tongue as the only ones who started moving were the people he was familiar with, while most of his classmates remained stuck in their places. Eventually, they received help from those who managed to gather their thoughts right away as they scattered around in groups.

After watching it happen, Cillian picked an Artifact that he was about to use for the first time from his Inventory.

[Obituary Page]

‘Let’s see how this works.’

Cillian thought inwardly before approaching Aster and looking toward his Death Flag.

“Aster Densworth.”

The torn page from a mysterious book began to write Aster’s obituary, pointing out his possible death if nothing was done to prevent it.

Then, both he and Aster looked at the page carefully.

/Aster looked at the Black Shepherds looking down at him, a stab wound in his heart. After drawing his last breath while trying to protect everyone, he died unable to protect anyone./

‘It’s the same scenario, but what did it mean by ‘drawing his last breath while trying to protect everyone, he died unable to protect anyone’… could it be…?’

Cillian thought inwardly as he saw another screen appearing at the top of the page. A bad feeling crept over him as he realized he had to throw away every notion of acting defensively now.

[Negative Effects Activating: For the next hour, Cillian Sparrow will remember the obituary.]

Then, Cillian looked toward Aster and said.

“Listen to me here. I believe the Shepherd’s target is us. The Shepherds wouldn’t mind killing the students, but they definitely won’t waste their time and energy chasing after them.”

Aster’s eyes remained fixed on the note that he could still see in Cillian’s hands before closing his eyes for a few seconds and opening them again right after Cillian patted his back.

“You will not die. This is just a possibility.”

‘A possibility of all of us dying a gruesome death, of course.’

Cillian added inwardly, feeling his hands tense as beads of sweat touched the handle of his sword. He didn’t say it aloud, as he didn’t want to appear afraid in front of Aster.

Then, Aster spoke.

“Do we have the same plan of snatching the flag from their flag bearer and getting out of here?”

Cillian smirked.

“That’s right. We really think alike when it comes to this matter. That’s the only way we can win, but there are two possibilities for where their flag bearer is right now. Either that individual is coming to our camp and launching a full-blown attack or waiting at the Receiving Area.”

Aster paused, his crimson eyes darting across the tower they were using as their base before saying.

“Or it could be both.”

“That’s right—”

Booooooom—!

Soon, the tower quaked as the magic shield that they had all conjured around them activated and was hit.

“Black Shepherds!”

Phillip shouted as he looked toward the edge of the tower he was in and informed everyone with a sound spell, making his voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Black Shepherds are here!”