If they had been ordinary sixteen-year-old girls, they probably would have let out even sharper, more piercing screams together. But after their initial low cries of alarm, Lucia and Anya both managed to control their emotions well. After all, they had been involved in the Discipline Committee's work since March, and now it was already late June. They had seen plenty of gruesome crime scenes in that time, and their mental fortitude far surpassed that of their peers.
Lucia drew her sword, a scorching red glow covering her body. Her vigilant gaze swept over the swaying shadows of the trees around them as she shielded Anya at her side. Anya picked up the magic lantern issued by the academy, carefully approached, and crouched down to inspect the scene.
The light illuminated the bloodless face in the grass. Sure enough, it was one of the male students from their year who had been on patrol that night. His eyes were wide open, and there was a clear wound at his throat. Blood had spread around it, forming an ominous dark red stain.
"He was also a first-year, from the Potion Academy. Someone pierced his throat," Anya said, her heart gradually turning cold.
Students from the Potion Academy might not have the combat ability of those from the Battle Arts Academy, but anyone who could become a Discipline Committee member was generally no weakling. At the very least, he would have been a beginner mage or swordsman. For him to die so silently, just how powerful had his killer been?
"Where's his teammate?" Lucia asked.
"I-I don't know. He should have been injured somewhere else and only collapsed here in the end. The person who killed him should still be nearby." Anya's hands trembled as she turned the corpse over a few