Maple High School Academy Year 3
The Uninvited Guest for Betelgeuse - 3

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DURING HIS LIFETIME, KANNIKA never dreamed of becoming a fugitive and threatened to enter bui like his father. If his destiny was truly like that, it would already be impossible for him to become a disciple in Maple Academy. It is impossible to live this lucky life. Not on a mission so far. At the very least, such a thought still persisted before the magic knight came charging his volunteerism to accept the investigation under the pretext of provisional conjecture. Though Kannika knew the evidence had been given since the report was pronounced.

Kannika believes she did nothing but throw stones at the window of Betelgeuse's dorm early in the morning and leave a paper bundle containing a message of waiting in line with last night's agreement. To that extent he has got karma paid in cash with the imposition of a Betelgeuse bag that says, 'Dispose of garbage in its place, not in the head. However, if it hits, it means the head is like a dumpster'. There was nothing Kannika could do but smile elegantly full of falsehoods as Betelgeuse muttered the word tipped while waving her hand.

In the morning, as the Charming team waited in the field behind the academy walls and wedged with willows, Betelgeuse was seen casually carrying two bags of potions. “I don't like to waste time, so be quick to say about the excitement you're offering. A Betelgeuse never has free time.”

Akkadian immediately checked the potion bag when it reached his hand, then gave a thumbs up as code for Galavidi. The plan to take a mirror flake is fairly mediocre. That was because their brains were rotated in such a way that energy was not wasted. From the beginning, Betelgeuse was not an easy opponent, although its stature resembled that of a love-filled bastard full of charm.

Under the pretext of showing ability and maintaining the dignity of the Fallen Angel race, Sam and Betelgeuse were required to fly according to the specified path. In this small game, the bets submitted are somewhat suspicious even though Betelgeuse does not seem to mind. “If you lose, this potion becomes ours, but if you win. there will be a special prize you never get,” Galavidi said.

Those moments were done quickly. Two men spread their wings and took a swing to swipe. Initially the sky became a witness of each other's efforts. Betelgeuse showed ambition through his speed. Sam tried to match Betelgeuse. However, eventually the willow tree came to know that Akkadian was ready to do his business with a fishing rod that had come out of his backpack. Destroying the atmosphere between the two of them .. or is that what it should be?

At a height of three meters from the ground, Akkadians tied Betelgeuse's wings and upset the balance. The Sleeping Powder worked fine after Sam stuffed forcefully into Betelgeuse's nose. After that, Betelgeuse's consciousness was lost and his body was left to fall without protection, so one of his shoulders was threatened with prolonged pain.

Kannika checks every inch of Betelgeuse's wings. Pay attention with focus until you find a feather that looks more shiny and can reflect a shadow even though it is faint. So faint, it takes more foresight to realize it. When Kannika reported it and the fur was plucked out by Galavidi, the wind was noticeably more boisterous and the leaves of the willow trees were shaken. Betelgeuse's face looks more pale, his body temperature is getting colder. Surprisingly, Sam who didn't touch the feather complained of a sudden pain familiar—sak in the previous mission.

Under such conditions, it was impossible for the Charming team to escape as quickly as possible. As much as Sam can to fly until the City of Light is only limited between the beach. They had to flee to secure themselves from Betelgeuse for some time. At least enough to think about the next plan. While their current position with the beach is quite far. If desperate to run, not only Sam will lack energy, but others also dying before reaching the destination.

“Call Johnny, Chairman!” Galavidi sounded more worried. “Your usually useless contract animal can now perform the first task during the mission. Doesn't it usually help pangolins only when you are threatened with death?”

Sam coughing. “That's it, Johnny will only appear if my life is threatened.”

“I can make such a situation.” Kannika prepared to pull out her hammer and a beam of ridicule arose from her gaze. “Let me just report to the principal that Sam is a useless senior. Wouldn't it be better to sacrifice one member rather than hamper performance?”

Sam nodded and swallowed his saliva. “No, thank you.”

The entrance of the City of Light was heavily guarded. Although since dawn, the trading trains could not pass through the streets, replaced by aged male creatures who began to gamble or enjoy the holiday by watching art dances of beautiful women. Meanwhile, children will shop for snacks, forgetting the fact that their mothers are holding back emotions so as not to slam the entire house. The atmosphere is reasonable when Beerfers occur.

Their stock now was 47 wizer money and two bags of potions, enough for urgent needs. At first, they thought the two types of items were useful. However, after two minutes of entering the city and being held at gunpoint, they changed their minds. What can money and potion do? There aren't. The magic knight has a higher salary than Sam's pocket money. The ingredients obtained are also different from those marketed.

An hour ago, a commotion broke out among the crowd. Crying screams sounded not a cry from someone who claimed his favorite mirror had been taken. He said he came from a well-established and loving family. Slowly, the two words disappeared. His father went bankrupt after a fire destroyed the factory and debts were piling up in an attempt to rise. Failure many times in those days drove his father crazy and committed suicide. The powerless mother always vented anger and left scars all over her body.

Even so, he was not angry because his mother had only lost her way. True, the torture was only temporary because not long after his mother fell ill and became a bed flower. Hours change day. Days changed by week. Week changing month. His mother did not recover and the torture from the outside grew louder when the hard-earned money she collected was confiscated. When his merchandise is destroyed by a delinquent. When his hands and face were bruised after a fight with another child because his mother's name was stuck.

One day, her mother's condition worsened. He had no money to buy herbal medicine. Small barefoot running ignores the pain of sharp grasses and gravel scratches. He went to the market and stole. Although her petite body was pounded many times, her hands were always grasping the potion tightly. With such a fee, he managed to bring home even if only a bottle.

However, the uneasiness that engulfed him completely managed to plunge him into the hell of despair. Again, he was left alone in fear. Only the mirror of the mother— relic which is always guarded because it became a family symbol for three centuries— became a witness to his decision to adapt to the darkness. That the more despicable he was, the deeper he craved death.

Witnesses said it was Kannika who took the mirror because it could be sold on the black market and got a high price from collectors. Uncontrolled condition when they are cornered with the word ‘sedang need money’. Maple Academy students are prohibited from committing criminal acts and damaging the name of the academy. The principal always acts decisively and counsels that this does not happen. So no wonder if every opportunity to speak, he always said the same thing: whatever you inside remained civilized when outside.

So, how could they possibly forget such boring words in the ear?

Kannika. “I didn't steal anything! After all, how does that mirror form?”

A small child emerged from the back of the legs of the adult crowd. “Mirror is special, has a form of fine black fur. The color is beautiful like my mother's eye color.”

Tim Charming looked at each other.

Akkadian immediately touched the pocket of his uniform, where the fragments of the Betelgeuse mirror were stored, then muttered, “It is impossible. This must be a coincidence.”

However, regardless of coincidence or not, it is certain that they will be difficult to quibble if the search actually occurs.