Chương 148: When the Robin Stops Singing

Half an hour passed.

Principal Bernd summoned all relevant personnel to the school's conference room.

This included the seventh princess, Sylvia, whose expression was complicated upon learning that her maid had almost gotten into trouble again.

"Miss Angell has been moved to a safe place. Apart from being a little frightened, she's fine."

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Bernd shook his head and said, "This silly kid, he forgot his dimensional bag in the classroom and tried to sneak off to get it by himself. That's really... Allen, you really need to emphasize discipline to the students again!"

"I will, Principal." Teacher Allen nodded quickly.

Sylvia then said to Bernd and Richard, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, and thank you, teacher, for saving Rachel—" Richard waved his hand, indicating that it was his duty.

Bernd scratched his head and apologized to Sylvia in return.

Although Rachel's attack was partly due to her violation of school rules, ultimately it was because the principal failed to solve the robin's safety problem.

I had promised the princess before that this wouldn't happen a third time, but who would have thought it would happen a third time so soon? Sigh, I've completely lost face.

But now is not the time to worry about saving face.

Bernd turned to look at the edge of the room, at the solemn-looking priests whose expressions sent chills down one's spine—they were representatives of the Church of the Styx, whose long-term dealings with death had gradually imbued them with the aura of corpses.

The pastors noticed the principal's gaze and shook their heads at him.

Bernd sighed, "Gentlemen, back to that Styx Guardian. Unfortunately, he seems different from before. Our sealing magic didn't work, and the priests couldn't track him down either—" Upon hearing this, everyone looked worried.

Richard frowned, wondering if there were any other clues.

To be honest, the ghost gave him a rather strange feeling.

It doesn't seem like a terrifying evil spirit that has lived for countless years and committed numerous murders; instead, it looks somewhat— vegetable?

Yes, he's a bit of a noob. The way that guy wielded the curved sword was similar to when he hadn't learned the Rose Sword Technique. He's clearly an amateur.

However, this can't really be considered a clue.

Oh right, there's one more!

"Have you guys heard this tune before?"

Richard stood up and imitated the little tune that the ghost had hummed while he was following it. With the musicality enhanced by the Mischief Flute, his imitation was almost identical to the original.

However, the poets inside the room all shook their heads.

"Never heard of this tune before —"

"Does it have a bit of an underground dwarf vibe?"

"It doesn't feel like serious music; it sounds like the kind of music those mafia members would like—" Okay, it seems this clue isn't working either.

Seeing that no one knew the origin of the tune, Richard had no choice but to think of other things.

At this moment, Dorian stepped forward again.

"Headmaster, since we can't find the Styx Guardian or seal him away, why not try a different approach and lure him out?"

Bernd frowned and asked, "You mean—" Dorian replied, "I think that guy isn't attacking people randomly. Miss Hannah and Miss Rachel might have something in common that attracts him. If we can find that commonality, create bait, and lure him in, we can eliminate him on the spot!"

The other teachers all thought it was a good idea.

However, when everyone, including Dorian, thought about it more deeply, they all felt embarrassed.

After all, the biggest thing Hannah and Rachel seem to have in common is— They were all Sylvia's maids!

So, could the Styx Guards' target be Her Highness?

That won't do.

How could a ghost that should have existed for a long time target a princess who was born 16 years ago?

Besides, even if that's the right thing to do, does that mean they have to send the princess as bait?

"I can do it!" Just as everyone was exchanging hesitant glances, Sylvia stepped forward, clenching her fist.

"If that guy's target is me, I don't mind being the bait!"

No, no, no!

If you don't mind, we do, and your dad definitely will!

While I admire your courage, let's forget about such risky ventures.

The teachers inside quickly advised, "Your Highness, this is just speculation. Perhaps the Styx Guardians aren't targeting you. Besides, even if it were you, we could easily find a strong warrior to impersonate you using shapeshifting magic—" Sylvia retorted, "Transfiguration can be seen through. Besides, ghosts have different vision than the living; they can perceive subtle differences in the soul."

Teachers: "No, no, you can't say that—" Finally, it was Principal Bernd who spoke, ending the debate.

"The idea of making bait is feasible, but we can't let the students on campus do it. We can hire some young female mercenaries from outside."

"As for you, Sylvia, you absolutely cannot get involved in these matters, otherwise I will not be able to explain myself to His Majesty."

Bernd paused, then added, "For safety's sake, don't come to school until we deal with that Styx Guardian."

Sylvia's eyes widened in disbelief at what she was hearing.

This time, however, the short, smiling headmaster Bernd looked serious.

Clearly, he has no intention of making any concessions.

A few minutes later, Bernd made his decision and dismissed everyone from the meeting room.

Due to the Styx Guardian's second mischief, from this moment on, the Robin School officially entered a state of martial law.

All classes were reduced by half, and students were prohibited from moving around on their own and had to go to the classroom or dormitory in groups under the escort of teachers.

More than thirty mercenaries have also taken up residence at the school, partly to cooperate with the teachers as guards, and partly to disguise themselves as students in an attempt to lure the Styx Guardians out.

In this state, there is no doubt that the atmosphere of the entire school has been completely changed.

The freedom and romance unique to bards have completely disappeared, replaced by tension, sorrow, and solemnity.

Like a mute robin.

the next day.

When Richard finished his class, the students surrounded him again, but the questions were no longer related to the lesson. Instead, they asked when the school would catch the ghost and whether everyone would still have time to prepare for the Assumption of Mary celebration.

Richard wanted to reassure the students, but he couldn't offer any good news, especially regarding the festival celebrations; he felt that most of the Robin's students and teachers were unlikely to make it.

However, ordinary students are relatively easy to deal with.

But one little princess is different.

That evening.

Richard and Grace patrolled the entire campus but still found nothing, so they prepared to return to Isabella's house.

Not far from the school, I saw Sylvia's carriage at the street corner.

Richard sighed softly, stepped forward, and knocked on the car door.

"Tan... Targlian Master!"

"Sylvia, it's fine to sneak a peek at the school, but whatever you do, don't even think about barging in to lure the Styx Guardians. You'll scare everyone to death."