I Love Destroying Worlds' Plot Chapter 967: 16.13 First Red Star - Conflict

Chapter 967: 16.13 First Red Star - Conflict

At the Genus Academy's Gathering Hall...

Without being prompted, all of the students had congregated. Regardless of their race, this is. All enrolled members of the Genus Academy, including visitors, had a responsibility to abide by the regulations. In any case, the area they are in right now is a Neutral Area. Starting a war between the three races by fighting here is forbidden.

No one dares make the opening move unless the entire race is prepared to be pitted against the other races. Because doing so would force the other two races to cooperate in eradicating them. The Genus Academy has that as its policy.

The current vampire king, Athan Vladimir, initially had no intention of going to the ceremony.

The vampires would often be sleeping at this time of day because it was the freaking morning. The timing wouldn't have changed at all even if the academy as a whole were s.h.i.+elded from sunlight. But this time he had no other choice as Duke Luther D'Arcy tasked him to follow the rules of the academy strictly as it is.

The cla.s.ses at Genus Academy go from midday till late at night. begins at noon and concludes at seven in the evening. This is done to make sure that the blood clan, who prefer to sleep in the morning, won't be excluded.

Athan Vladimir didn't want to go to this Genus Academy, but the Progenitor had started looking for a new successor after he lost to Asher Light in that ambush. Avan Vladimir, his great-grandfather, insisted that their family couldn't be replaced by another aristocratic family and that the other aristocratic clans were just imitators since they were the first to get the blood of their Progenitor.

The idea that they were the ones chosen had been ingrained in Avan Vladimir's descendants' mind. Aside from the Progenitor, the Vladimir clan is intended to guide the entire Blood Race. Ca.s.sius Ambrosia didn't like them at all since they were so ambitious and wanted to overthrow the Progenitor of their species.

This knowledge contributed to Athan Vladimir's upbringing as a douche bag. He treats himself like a king and has contempt for other clans. Duke Luther D'Arcy is the only clan leader he is unable to overcome. This man is as strong as or stronger than his great-grandfather, and he's also cold and brutal since he directly serves the Progenitor. Even more than his great grandfather, he was the person Athan Vladimir feared the most.

Due to the fact that Duke Luther D'Arcy's sentiments were on par with those of the Progenitor, Athan Vladimir is unable to oppose him. He was only eligible for the Academy's Opening Ceremony, and he never antic.i.p.ated running into the most obnoxious person of his life. He could not contain his rage as soon as he saw Asher Light moving and living right in front of him.

The current King of the vampires, Athan Vladimir bellowed, "Asher Light! How much did your G.o.d love you so that you were able to extend your life after trying to kill this Lord!?"

"Isn't it because you are weak? I thought you were already dying. I guess vampires are synonymous with c.o.c.kroaches. You can't be killed even if your heads are cut off." Asher Light said. His words were both mocking and taunting. It was enough to involve the whole blood race and made them all angry.

The Holy Son of the Templar Temple was about to be attacked this time by all the vampires, but Esther Dawn and the two cardinals of this group quickly came and encircled their Holy Son. In addition, two vampires of the earl cla.s.s descended from a blood mist and kept guard over Athan Vladimir.

Conri Lycaon and his company are grinning indifferently as they observe the spectacle in front of them. His foster father had previously cautioned him that he should rigorously adhere to the regulations of Genus Academy or they would suffer penalties that they would not be able to pay.

Conri Lycaon mumbled, "Fools. Breaking the rules of another's territory. They are seeking death."

As.h.i.+na Ruid and Mayun Ruid were seated beside their young king and asked, "What should we do, King?"

"Should we interfere and fight them both?"

"Stand down! Someone would stop them. It is forbidden to start group fights against races in this Academy. Since they choose to break the rules then they should play for the consequences." Conri Lycaon said.

Overhearing what the new werewolf king had stated, Athan Vladimir was as arrogant as always. He even dares to taunt the stupid werewolf as he never gets along with hum at all.

Athan Vladimir said, "Shut up, Loser! If you are a coward there is no need for many excuses!"

"Is that so? Why don't you try attacking, maybe what I had said was something to just taunt you with, leech!" Conri Lycaon said calling Athan Vladimir a leech as it loves to suck blood as food like vampires.

Heh~

Conri Lycaon's words make Asher Light scoff when he hears them. He was undoubtedly concurring with his insulting remarks about the vampire lord.

Because Asher Light and his group were the closest, he decided to attack them after becoming extremely enraged by his two adversaries. The escorts and subordinates moved as soon as he made a move. However, a very sharp cut had already been made between them before they could even start fighting. Whoever had crossed would have been chopped in half if none of the two had backed off at the last second.

Whoosed!!

They were afraid since they had no idea when the person who would end their attacks suddenly had arrived. When they turned around, they saw a das.h.i.+ng man dressed in a three-piece suit that gave him a regal appearance, especially those dark eyes concealed by a pair of stylish gla.s.ses. n.o.body would have known that the man with his hands behind him was the one who had forcibly divided the two factions.

On the attractive face of Fenrir Skoll, a warm smile sprang out. He had transformed his facial characteristics to a great extent, yet there were still vestiges of his old appearance.

Fenrir Skoll was smiling as if he were an impartial third party who had come to arbitrate the conflict between the three sides. However, those with intelligence can deduce that the cut made just now was meant to kill whoever had gone over that line. If they hadn't stopped in time, they would have instantly been killed.

"Please do remember the contract you had signed before you entered the Genus Academy. Fighting in groups, especially between races, is forbidden in this territory. I hope that the students and the guests are escorted to keep in mind that treaty in this place."

Fenrir Skoll is smiling, and while everyone can see it, those who can sense his malice couldn't help but shudder at the sight of his pursed lips. All three factions agree that this man, who appears to be human but is actually not, is a very strong person. If he becomes serious, he is strong enough to overpower everyone on this floor or in this hallway.

Athan Vladimir couldn't help but curse, "Who the h.e.l.l are you?!"

"My lord! Please don't..." Earl Elena Martel said.

Though she was silent, Thana Daybreak was perspiring heavily. She had previously avoided getting involved since she was actively seeking someone. Who would have imagined that their young monarch would suddenly behave in a tyrannical manner as he always has.

Sadly, they were outside of their own place. She was the one who had just stepped over the boundary and noticed that her long nails had been neatly clipped by what appeared to be a sharp blade, although it was clear that the man did not have a weapon on him, her nails were the evident proof of what just happened. Even though they were both Earl Cla.s.s, Earl Daybreak and Earl Martel weren't confident that they could defeat this easy going person.

Thana Daybreak politely lowered her head a bit and apologized, "Pardon our rudeness. We shall take a step back for this scene, Sir."

"Okay." Lightly nodding his head, Fenrir Skoll moves his eyes from the Blood clan to the Mortal Clan. He asked casually, "How about this side? Hm~"

The two Cardinals and even Esther Dawn had the impression that they were being watched by a powerful predator that might attack them at any minute and swiftly put an end to their lives. They were completely unable to stop the uncontrollable trembling in their hands, which were concealed within their robes.

Esther Dawn, who was easily influenced, became pale and covered his mouth, seeming as though he was ready to throw up. He was gently reminded by Fenrir Skoll.

"There is a bathroom behind the hall. You can go before the Opening Ceremony begins..." Fenri Skoll said.

As he ran away from view, Esther Dawn only nodded once. He was so terrified that he could not control the churning in his gut. It was comparable to a frail mouse first encountering a giant. He was so unaware that someone was anxiously watching his reaction from a distance. Being the member of this group with the most sensitive sensory, Asher Light wasn't in good shape either but he exercised more restraint than Esther Dawn did. He didn't notice the eyes staring at his subordinate.

Asher Light motioned for the two senior cardinals to retire. The two elderly guys exchange glances before deciding to stop upsetting the man in front of them as they also felt overwhelmed by the aura he is emitting. They give Fenrir Skoll a brief bow before naturally a.s.suming a seat.

"Forgive us. This is our mistake. I will try for such an embarra.s.sing scene to not happen again. Pardon us, Sire." The Holy Son said.

By the time Esther Dawn returned, the conflicts between the humans and vampires had ended. The one who halted their fight was none other than this dangerous man whose ident.i.ty was unknown.

Fenrir Skoll spoke, "Well, it's time for the Headmaster to give his opening remarks. I hope all the students will listen to it. As for the esteemed guests, please follow me out. This one shall escort you to your area."

Fenrir Skoll was quietly followed by Earl Thana Dawn and Earl Elena Martel from the Vampire group. All of the Cardinals and Ether Dawn were led off the cla.s.sroom floor where the students had congregated. When Conri Lycaon, a new werewolf king of the Fenrir Tribe, suddenly grabbed the corner of that dangerous man's clothing, when they were all about to leave the hall.

Conri Lycaon said, "Please wait!"

Everyone's attention moved on Fenrir Skoll who looked a bit stunned yet confused by how this new student suddenly halted his action of leaving and the startled Conri Lycaon whose body suddenly moved before he could think.

Fenrir Skoll spoke, "This student... Is there a problem?"

As if waking up his rationality, Conri Lycaon immediately let go of this instructor's clothes and started asking a few questions.

Conri Lycaon spoke respectfully, "Pardon my rudeness. This student just wanted to ask the name of this instructor."

"My name... Well~ I am actually not an instructor as I am not here to teach. I am here to oversee in place of Genus Academy's Headmaster. You can say I am his eyes and I have the authority to bestow punishments to warn everyone. As for my name... You can call me, Ambrosia... Skoll Ambrosia."

Conri Lycaon started to murmur, "Ambrosia... Skoll Ambrosia... Skoll... Sir Skoll..." He actually felt he heard this name before. Not the surname but the given name of this man. Sadly he couldn't recall where he heard it.

The werewolves of the Fenrir Tribe seldom ever refer to their progenitor by name. He is referred to as the Supreme Lord or Lord Fenrir. They do this to honor their leader in the highest possible manner. However, due to this... Even the initial werewolf pack had virtually forgotten his given name. Everyone had forgotten the complete name of the werewolf ancestor. This is due to the fact that no one has sought this name in the previous few decades.

Fenrir Skoll spoke, "This student please return to your seat. The Ceremony is about to begin. As for the rest, do follow me out. Your room is this way."

He took his leave followed by the escorts of each faction. Fenrir Skoll's eyes didn't linger much on Conri Lycaon after all he wasn't the original Werewolf Ancestor but an outsider who seized someone else's body to stay in this world.