Jerome's POV
“All of you stay back and don’t you dare try do anything funny,” the woman said as they all tied us up on one corner of the room.
Never have I thought that I’d be involved in a ransom-hostaging case, especially not after I snuck out of the academy grounds. I only wanted to take a break from the academy, why do I have to be caught up into this mess?
The woman introduced herself as Vana Farasol, the sister of Storm Farasol. I know who she is; she is a member of our rival guild, Green Serpent. And she’s known in another name. The Cold Killer. From what I’ve heard, she was rumored to have killed her father.
But that is not what I’m supposed to be concerned about right now. Half of the passengers in the ship are held hostage in the upper lounge. The other half is held here in the lower lounge, where I am also currently at. As far as I’m concerned, if I don’t’ do something now, something worse will happen to us later.
I lifted my eyes up on the bandits within the room, counting them. There are three bandits surrounding us from the inside and two on the outside. I gazed at Vana who stood in front of us, her eyes fixated on the necklace she stole from one of the passengers.
“This looks perfect on me,” Vana said, smiling from ear to ear.
I bit my tongue down to contain the snort inside me. This person is clearly not the real Vana. And she’s also not the leader of the gang, judging by how carefree she is. Someone else is leading their gang inside the ship.
If I have to guess, that person would be in the upper lounge or in the ship’s control room. Vana—or maybe I should call her Vana wannabe—explained minutes ago their goal. Their goal was to demand money from the four kingdoms. A ransom in exchange for our safety and freedom.
I find it quite suspicious that these people only wanted ransom money in exchange for our lives. I thought of our current location on the map of Sorbius, pinpointing which part of the sea we are. I have memorized the map in my head because of one of our homework at the academy. It would be a piece of cake for me to identify the exact location of the ship.
I closed my eyes as I imagined the map, navigating myself on it. I gasped, abruptly opening my eyes as I realize where we’re at. Jasper Island is off on the east of Fortis, and north between Norn and Clove. The ship had been at sea for more than a day…
Which means that the ship is sitting in the middle of the four kingdoms. In the border where all kingdoms meet and share the territory. The perfect place to ask ransom from the kingdoms.
This is more than just a bandit gang’s attempt to demand money. They’re trying to sabotage something. Or someone.
I moved my arms behind my back, feeling the cold shackles cuffed around my wrists. How should I go my way around this? I clearly can’t just break it, and wreak havoc with my magic. I can easily deal with the bandits by myself, but there are hostages in the lounge and on the upper lounge.
“If you’re here, doesn’t that also mean that you snuck out of the academy, Vana Farasol?” I wondered, calling out the Vana wannabe.
We may not know each other personally, but as one of the only few S-class level wizard of the academy, I know most of the students’ names. I don’t know how much this wannabe knows about the real Vana Farasol, but if she knew she was a student of Jasper Academy, she would have done a better job at pretending to be Vana.
“The higher ups wouldn’t know,” the wannabe Vana replied. “Besides, staying there is pointless when I have nothing to do.”
She didn’t call me out. Most of the students in Jasper Academy would recognize me at one glance. She never reacted when she looked at me, not a hint of recognition on her face. And Vana and I shared a few classes together before.
“It seems my brother would also need me upstairs. I shall be leaving now, bye bye,” the wannabe Vana mused, waving a hand before leaving.
And the real Vana is certainly not as cheerful and enthusiastic as she is.
I heaved a breath, searching my surroundings. She said that her brother is upstairs, does that mean there’s also a wannabe Storm with them? Should he be their leader?
I wriggled my hand behind me, checking if it’s made of anti-magic stones. The shackles were made of normal metal, which means that I could break it with my magic. But if I use my magic now, the bandits will realize that I’m a wizard. I can’t let that happen.
They also took my gun away from me after they searched my body. They may be thinking that I am some kind of police or mercenary travelling alone. Using force to break the shackles won’t work either, unless I wanted to create an uproar.
I glanced at my surroundings, looking for an item that I can use to free myself from these shackles. I can’t do lock picking, but I could try in this situation. All I need is a piece of hairpin, or anything long and tiny enough to fit through the shackles’ keyhole.
I shot a glance at the little girl next to me, seeing black hairpins hidden in her lump of hair. The little girl was silently sobbing instead of bawling, keeping her voice down out of fear that the bandits might hurt her.
I approached the little girl, moving closer as I lower my head to talk to her. “Shush, don’t cry. This kind brother will help you,” I hushed, comforting the little girl. “Where’s your mom or your dad?”
The little girl sniffled, sobbing as she inhales her snot. “I-I don’t know. I was separated from them,” she bawled, crying with a little voice.
I comforted the girl, easing her fear as I reach for her back to caress it. She must be frightened and devastated of the situation. Her body was shivering so much that it’s like she’s having a seizure.
“All right, this kind brother will help you find your mom and save all of you. But I need your help first, will you help me?” I explained, gently explaining my intentions to the poor soul.
The little girl stopped crying, her tears halting from falling out of her eyes. She sobbed, nodding at me. “Will you really help us?” the little girl asked.
“Yes. I’ll help you because I’m a wizard,” I said, winking at her. A swift sign of determination showed through the little girl’s eyes. She’s not bad. The kid has guts. I kind of like her. “Okay, then will you lend me your hairpin?” I asked, pointing my lips on the hairpin on her hair.
“Sure, you can have it!” she exclaimed in a low voice.
I reached for the little girl’s hairpin, crouching down as I reach the pin with my mouth. I won’t be able to reach the pin with my hands, and I certainly wouldn’t want to be seen as suspicious by those bandits.
I bit the hairpin from the girl’s hair, slowly pulling it off her hair. I kept one eye on the bandits inside the room, making sure they wouldn’t notice my movements. I dropped the pin intentionally on the floor, picking it up with my hands.
I turned my back away from the bandits’ eyes, leaning against the wall as I properly hold the pin in my hand. I inserted the end of the pin in the keyhole, tinkering with it as I try to loosen up the shackles. I gritted my teeth as I ended up tightening it instead of loosening it.
I sighed, fiddling longer until I finally managed to loosen and remove the shackles. I held the shackles before it falls to the ground, preventing myself from being caught. I removed the shackles off my wrists, placing the shackle gently on the floor.
Good, I’m out. Now what?
Jerome's POV I observed the position of each bandit across the room, even the ones guarding outside. I closed my eyes, feeling the aur sear inside me. I can feel my magic overflowing down my hands, hearing it hum in the wind. My hands stayed behind my back as I continue to pretend to be tied up. I opened my eyes, giving the little girl another wink as I glance at her. She gave me a nervous smile, and I nod back to assure her. I pulled my gaze towards the bandit outside the door, silently whistling in the air. The whistle was barely heard by the bandits, but the passengers around me can hear it. They turned their heads at me, their distorted faces shifting into a calmed look. The whistle was my quiet command to my magic. My call for the wind to blew in my command. My eyes landed outside of the lounge, towards one of the bandits standing guard on the door. I gestured my hand behind my back, weaving it close to the ground as I watch my magic play into the air. I could see the wind fo
Vana's POV Three bandits on the inside, while plenty on the outside. There are at least ten of them outside, and the two leaders who serves as the head of the group is a room away from us. The control room of the ship is only a room away from here, and the ship’s crew are all tied up with us as well. I can’t tell whether negotiations have been made already or not, but I do know that if I don’t make a move now, all of us in this ship will likely be in big trouble. I overheard one of the bandits’ conversations, saying that there’s a bomb in the ship. I tilted my head to the drawer, eyeing my weapon a look. I walked over—or in this case—I crawled my way next to the drawer, trying not to catch the bandits’ attention as I get close over the drawer. I stayed in front of the drawer, taking my time as I observe the bandits guarding the hostaged passengers inside the room. I reach for the lower drawer, slowly opening it with caution. The drawer opened with a small gap, big enough for my han
Vana's POV I glared at the guy, disgusted by the way he portrays my brother. My brother is nothing like how he acts or looks. He never has such as disgraceful personality. I snorted, snarling at him with mockery and dismay. “If you’re going to dress up as Storm, you should’ve done your research. You disgust me,” I insulted, blabbering my mouth at him. One of the bandits took a step forward to defend the fake Storm, threatening me as he places a finger on the gun’s trigger. The fake Storm stopped the guy, extending an arm at him as his eyes stayed fixated on me. I held my grip tight around my sickle’s handle; fingers curled. “Are you calling me a fake, Vanessa?” the fake Storm taunted, chortling. “Maybe you’re the one whose faking names and identity here.” “I am. But I am telling the truth that I know the real Storm,” I stated, grinning at him. “I know him quite well.” His grip tightened on his fist, and he gritted his teeth, glaring at me with daggers in his eyes. “Take her and b
Vana's POV “I am the real Vana Farasol. The real sister of Storm Farasol, and the girl that you have been impersonating.” The fake Vana squealed, falling on her back as she cowers in fear in my presence. Her whole body trembled, forcing herself to surrender on her knees. The fake Storm took a step back, glowering at me with spite and hesitation. I gazed at the fake Storm, tilting my head at him with a sass. He grinded his teeth, pivoting his feet out of the broken wall. He tried to make a run for it, shouting an order to the bandits waiting for a command outside of the room. “Seize them!” the fake Storm yelled, escaping as he dashes away. He didn’t manage to run far as Jerome cornered him before he could reach the next room. His magic weaved through the air, levitating the fake Storm up in the air. “Not so fast. Do you really think I’ll let you off that easily?” Jerome said, a hand extended towards the fake Storm’s direction. The bandits the fake Storm commanded charged forward
Vana's POV “Since you’ve been busted, it’s about time you two tell us who you really are. Who are you and what are your names?” I asked, interrogating them. “None of your business,” the lady spouted. She doesn’t have the slightest awareness for what she did, is she? After impersonating me and being exposed by the person she’s trying to impersonate, she still has the guts to act arrogant in front of us. I don’t know if I’ll be impressed or extremely annoyed. “Answer the question or this guy might just snap your body,” I threatened in a teasing way, pointing a finger at Jerome. “Oh please, you don’t even get along,” the guy exclaimed, infuriating me. Calm down, Vana, getting mad at them won’t do you any good. Keep your magic to yourself and never let it out. “Then, let me ask the same question. What are your names and who are you?” Jerome interrupted, asking them the same question. He leaned straight as he pushes himself off the wall, stepping forward with his eyes having a stern
Vana's POV “I conclude that Reynolds McValeri is the mastermind behind this case. The real perpetrator of this crime,” I stated, announcing my conclusion. “Reynolds McValeri?” Jerome exclaimed alongside the captain. “Reynolds McValeri is the only person capable of doing this. He is the head of his own company, and the guild master of Clashing Seasons. He has the money, people, and power to pull off this crime,” I explained, pointing out the obvious clues laid out on us. “He may not be here, but with the clues pointing at him, it is most likely that what I’m trying to say is true,” I added. “You know assumptions and unproven conclusions won’t lead us anywhere, right?” We have no evidence that points to him as a mastermind,” Jerome pointed, jutting a hip with sass at me. I faced, scoffing with a smirk. “I think you’re forgetting that Camillo has a communication lacrima where the mastermind called. Its quite possible that Camilla also has her own lacrima,” I boasted, reminding of th
Vana's POV My jaw dropped in astoundment and confusion as I saw Ms. Christine standing next to me. My brother usually calls her Chris, but I’d rather call her formally, since I was not introduced to her by Storm. Jerome halted in his spot, jaw dropping as he saw Ms. Christine’s entrance and arrival on the deck. We were both in utter shock, exchanging glances in disbelief. How in the world are they here? Or in this case, how in the world is Ms. Christine here? “Seize them—” another voice shouted, followed by a group of wizards emerging from the sea around us. It all happened in a span of a second that I couldn’t wrap my head around it. A man emerged from the sea that led them, a purple spheric barrier of aura shielding him. My mouth gaped for the second time, recognizing another familiar face. That’s—That’s one of the renowned saviors of the Dark War. Alfred Johnsons! Okay, now I’m baffled. How are they here? The wizards landed on the deck as the purple barrier set them down on t
Vana's POV The mother continued to lower her head at us before leaving, the little girl waving at us as they get off the ship. Jerome and I waved back at the girl until they disappeared, lowering our hands as our minds snap back to our reality. “This is great and all, but why does it feel like we’ll be punished instead of being rewarded?” I mused, glancing at Jerome. “Because we’ll definitely be punished,” Jerome said. He took a step away from me, walking off the ship as he heads to the docks. “He looks composed for someone who’s going to be punished for leaving the school grounds,” I mumbled, following him as I head to the docks. I passed through the soldiers heading to the ship, making my way to the infirmary tent. Its not like I have any wounds or injuries. It would be better to wait there and be fetched by my brother, than wait outside and act like a hero lost in thought. “Why did you follow me?” Jerome grumbled, seeing me walking behind him inside the infirmary tent. “No re