Surviving the Magic Academy With Just Intelligence Stats-Chapter 49: Demonoid

The tension inside the carriage was palpable as Sebastian’s chilling voice cut through the air. "Hello there, sister. Your elder brother has really missed you. Why don’t you get off and we can catch up?" The casual way he tossed aside the guard’s lifeless body belied the menace in his words.

But Adelaide’s response wasn’t quite what he had expected. Instead of panic or fear, a calm smile graced her features. "We should catch up indeed! Why don’t you get in so we can talk?" she offered, her composure unwavering.

Sebastian hesitated, studying her with suspicious eyes. This wasn’t how he’d imagined this confrontation would play out. Was she hiding something? Planning some sort of trap? Or was she just bluffing? He wondered. After a moment’s consideration, he dismissed his concerns. No matter, she’s already surrounded so what could she possibly do? he reasoned, climbing into the carriage and settling himself opposite Adelaide.

What happened next gave even Adelaide pause – Theodore, their younger brother, followed Sebastian into the carriage, taking a seat beside him. Adelaide couldn’t quite hide her surprise at this development. While she’d anticipated the possibility of an attack on her journey back, She hadn’t expected Theodore to be involved as well. Unlike Sebastian, whose character she could read like an open book, Theodore had always been an enigma to her.

The outside world saw him as merely an intelligent youth currying favor with his elder brother in hopes of securing his position when the heir was chosen, but Adelaide had always sensed something more beneath that facade. There was a complexity to Theodore that made him far more dangerous than Sebastian in her estimation.

For now, though, Theodore maintained his timid appearance, sitting close to Sebastian and avoiding direct eye contact with Adelaide. She let out a quiet sigh and redirected her attention to Sebastian.

"I’m sorry for not coming to visit you, elder brother," Adelaide said, her tone deliberately lacking any trace of genuine respect. "It’s just that my master asked me to hurry, you see. My master is very sensitive to time, so I won’t be able to entertain you as much as I’d like to." She emphasized the word ’sensitive’ with careful deliberation. "How about we part ways here since we have already seen each other? I’ll make sure to make another trip after I’ve delivered the goods to my master."

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed as he processed her words, while Theodore remained seemingly oblivious to the exchange. Sebastian wasn’t fooled by her ploy – she was making it too obvious, by mentioning her master’s sensitivity to time, she was clearly threatening him, implying consequences should she fail to return on schedule. As if I would fall for such a transparent attempt at manipulation, he thought dismissively.

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"After just spending a few days, you already call him ’master’ so intimately. I’m moved," Sebastian’s sarcasm dripped like poison. "Cut the bullshit, you slut. Do you think that just because he let you ride in his carriage once, he now considers you his? Do you really think that the heir of Rothschild cares about the daughter of a commoner?" His expression twisted into something perverse as he added, "Or maybe you’ve given yourself to him already?"1

Adelaide’s response was simply to regard him with pity. "What do you know? Anyway, I’m in a hurry – can you guys leave now?"

"Leave?" Sebastian scoffed. "You and I both know that’s not going to happen, so why don’t we cut the small talk and talk like adults?"

"I’ve already told father that I will be withdrawing from the inheritance," Adelaide stated matter-of-factly. "You can leave now."

"What?" Sebastian’s surprise was genuine, and even Theodore broke his affected indifference to stare at Adelaide in shock. Theodore had known that she had some sort of connection with the Rothschild heir, but this level of commitment – abandoning her inheritance entirely – suggested a far deeper relationship than he’d anticipated. Knowing Adelaide, she wouldn’t simply abandon her position that she’d worked so hard for just for a pipe dream of being the Rothschild heir’s mistress. This meant that whatever she was getting was definitely of higher value than the inheritance. His mental calculations began adjusting – he would need to accelerate his plans, if he didn’t do it soon, he’d be the one getting the shorter end of the stick.1

"Wh–what are you talking about…" Before Sebastian could form a coherent response, Adelaide thrust a stack of papers at his face. As he caught and began reading them, his expression cycled through increasing levels of shock. The documents were legitimate – she had not only separated her company from the Golden Compass Trading Company but had even renamed it. Theodore’s carefully maintained facade cracked further as he too examined the documents with evident surprise.

Sebastian felt his throat constrict as he processed the implications. These documents were real – he had effectively won, becoming the heir he’d always wanted to be. He could have all that wealth he’d dreamed about now, but, he couldn’t just back down now could he? No! not after investing so much in thin, even if the documents were real, he didn’t want to let go. Even though he won, he still felt the same, he looked at Adelaide and could instantly tell from her look that she was looking down on him. Her gaze only fueled his rage – she wasn’t making a sacrifice, she was discarding something she no longer needed for something far greater. Dammit! Then didn’t that mean that he was actually picking up what she dropped, just like before, nothing had changed.

In Sebastian’s mind, a vivid metaphor took shape: He saw himself crawling through a scorching desert, desperately drinking from a small stream to survive. But when he looked up, he saw Adelaide perched on a throne at the river’s source, casually dipping her feet in the abundant water. The disparity felt unbearable. They were both commoners, both children of the same father – so why did such an insurmountable gap exist between them? He was the firstborn, damn it! Why was she always so far ahead?

The pressure of these thoughts built up inside Sebastian until something just snapped, something inside of him. He didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care about being better than Adelaide, he didn’t care about being the heir. He didn’t care if he lived. He didn’t care about anything! And then.. It happened.. His eyes blazed a deep crimson as grey began spreading across his skin like a plague, until his entire body had taken on an ashen hue.1

A/N - even villains doing spins on that rothschild name frfr

A/N - I kinda like this character

A/N - Okay, I agree that my earlier jokes were kinda forced but THIS!!! Are you kidding me? It was practically meant to be!