Surviving the Magic Academy With Just Intelligence Stats-Chapter 62: Finally Awake

Once again, Ambrose found himself suspended in the familiar murky void. The darkness here felt thicker than his previous visits, confirming his theory that each journey began deeper than the last. Despite the oppressive gloom, he remained calm – he knew the white expanse awaited above, and soon enough, the darkness gave way to that infinite white space.

As his surroundings stabilized, Ambrose noticed something unusual. Unlike previous occasions, he wasn’t immediately drawn back to consciousness. This presented an intriguing opportunity – a chance to explore this mysterious realm that existed either within his mind or as something entirely separate. The prospect of uncovering its secrets filled him with scholarly excitement.

With no distinguishing features to guide him, Ambrose chose a random direction and began walking. He maintained razor-sharp focus, his Observer’s Intuition working overtime to catch any subtle changes or anomalies in the seemingly endless white expanse. His patience was eventually rewarded when the soft sound of footsteps reached his ears.

Following the sound with determined precision, Ambrose pressed forward until the footsteps became crystal clear. Suddenly, like a painting being revealed beneath layers of white paint, the white expanse transformed. The sterile whiteness gave way to a breathtaking landscape of lush greenery and vibrant flowers, centered around a magnificent mansion.

In front of the grand structure, a young boy practiced swordplay with meticulous dedication. The boy’s appearance gave Ambrose pause – it was like looking at a younger version of himself. He watched as the boy practiced, each swing of the sword flowed into the next with perfect rhythm, the movements precise and unwavering. Ambrose watched, transfixed by the display of discipline that seemed at odds with the boy’s youthful appearance

As he watched the boy’s disciplined practice, Ambrose wondered if this boy was connected to the mysterious person he’d encountered before in this place. A voice answered his unspoken question as if reading his thoughts.

"That’s right, I don’t know which one you saw, but they’re probably the same person," the voice remarked. Ambrose spun around, startled not by the fact that the speaker was able to approach him without him realizing it, but by the familiar timbre of their voice. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the figure before him.

"Mom?" he blurted out, though uncertainty colored his voice. The woman before him bore a striking resemblance to Victoria Rothschild, yet her demeanor was completely different. Where his mother was known for her passionate outbursts, this woman radiated serene refinement.

A melodious laugh answered his confusion. "You’ve mixed up the seniority," she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Call me grandma instead."

Ambrose’s mind raced at the implication. "The war goddess?" He wondered, he had read some books about the war goddess Celestia Lancaster; she could even be considered the greatest hero of the current era.

She laughed again, affectionately ruffling his hair. "Just grandma is fine. That title is rather embarrassing." Ambrose looked at her suspiciously, it was the second time she had done that now. Just how was she doing that? Did she have some sort of mind reading ability? But before his thoughts could spiral even further, she interjected, "No, I’m not reading your thoughts. I just know what you’re going to say."

"Isn’t that the same thing?" Ambrose questioned, drawing a contemplative response from her: "Is it?"

Deciding to pursue more pressing matters, Ambrose gestured toward the practicing boy. "You said they were the same person. Am I connected to them somehow? Is that figure I met before a future version of me? Is this one a younger version? Or perhaps from a different timeline? It could also be..." His theoretical speculations were cut short by Celestia’s amused laughter.

"Such a vivid imagination," she remarked, "but no, you two are different. That’s your ancestor – the Hero Rothschild himself. Now that I think about it, you two do indeed look quite similar"

Just as this revelation landed, Ambrose felt the familiar pull of consciousness tugging at him. Realizing his time was short, he hurriedly asked, "But isn’t he supposed to be dead? And you too! How are you here? What is this place?"

Celestia’s response came with an enigmatic smile. "I don’t know what you’re saying right now. My information ends at the previous question you asked." She raised her index finger to tap her temple meaningfully. "But all the answers are up here. You don’t need to be smart to know – you just need to think faster."

Before Ambrose could probe further, consciousness yanked him away from the mysterious space, pulling him back to his physical form.

…

Inside the sprawling estate granted by the academy principal, a peculiar sight dominated one of the larger chambers. At its center stood a transparent crystal structure that resembled an ornate coffin, within which lay the unconscious form of Ambrose Rothschild. Minghua had positioned herself atop the crystalline surface, peering down at her young master through the transparent barrier.

The crystal enclosure had been her solution to prevent accidental exposure to Ambrose’s charm effect, though its effectiveness proved questionable. Curiously, while Hualing remained susceptible to the charm whenever she controlled their shared body, Minghua seemed immune. This disparity led her to wonder if willpower played a role in resistance, though such theoretical musings took a backseat to more pressing concerns.

Her primary worry remained Ambrose’s blood loss. His already pale complexion had grown even more alarming, taking on an almost translucent quality. Yet paradoxically, his vital signs remained stable – unchanged from his baseline readings before the incident. This contradiction puzzled her; if his condition was stable, why wouldn’t he wake?

A knock at the door interrupted her contemplation, drawing an exasperated sigh. "These people again," she muttered, rising to address what she assumed would be another unwelcome visitor. Reaching the door, she launched into her now-practiced speech:

"How many times must I tell you that the young master doesn’t need treatment from the academy’s doctors? Do you realize you’re trespassing on private property? Now that the Rothschild heir resides here, this estate holds the same status as Rothschild territory. As a knight of House Rothschild, I have full authority to enforce our laws here. According to Rothschild household law, I’m permitted to cut down anyone who trespasses in the young master’s private quarters without permission. So... how would you prefer to die?"

Her threatening monologue cut short when she recognized Marcus standing nervously before her, rather than the persistent academy physicians. "Umm, can I see the young master?" he asked hesitantly, clearly caught off guard by her aggressive welcome. He hadn’t anticipated such hostility when deciding to visit Ambrose, it had been two days since he’d captured the spies from the empire, making it exactly one week since the dungeon incident.

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"Oh, it’s you," Minghua’s tone softened slightly. "The young master hasn’t yet awa—" A sudden sound from within the chamber interrupted her response. As she whirled toward the noise, her eyes widened in surprise. "The young master has awoken!" she exclaimed, joy and relief flooding her voice.