CHAPTER 32
Narrator: Still very irritated, Dav headed to the arena for the usual training with the two classes.
However, that day, more professors than usual were in the stands: Kael Solis, Master Eldrin Voss, Professor Evelyn Rosendale, Valeria Moretti, Lucrezia Bianchi, and even Mrs. Margherita Bellini.
They weren’t just there to observe the training.
~ 1 hour later ~
The Director interrupted his work, his face suddenly darkened. A chill ran down his spine as an oppressive aura approached the Academy.
(Thought) So, you’ve chosen death today… Lord Alistair Valenhart.
Narrator: With the assured stride of someone used to commanding, Lord Alistair Valenhart marched down the corridors, a self-satisfied smile on his face. His presence was suffocating, the power he emanated made the air heavier.
Some students, unaware of his true nature, cheered upon seeing one of the strongest S+ top 30 enter the Academy.
Others, well-informed, stepped aside in disgust, recognizing the man from their family stories.
He stopped in front of the Director's office and knocked.
Lord Alistair Valenhart: It’s me, Lord Alistair Valenhart. May I come in?
[From inside, a calm voice responded.]
The Director (with an enigmatic smile): Please, come in.
(A venomous exchange.)
Narrator: The Director was already standing when Alistair entered.
There was no tension on his face, but his gaze was cold and calculating.
The Director (with a courteous but sharp tone): May I offer you some tea, or anything else, Lord Alistair Valenhart?
[Alistair smiled, without humor.]
Lord Alistair Valenhart: (Thought) You just want to waste my time. You hope I’ll give up on taking my daughter back? Fool.
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Fine, let’s get to the point.
Narrator: He took a step forward, his voice an order.
Lord Alistair Valenhart: I’ve arranged a marriage for Elysia. I’ve come to take her back.
Take me to her and remember our agreement.
Narrator: For the first time, the Director hesitated. He held back a feeling of pleasure deep inside, without letting anything show on his face.
But inside, his heart trembled with joy.
The Director (with a firm voice): I remember it perfectly.
She is currently in the arena with her class for a training session. We can wait for it to finish or—
Lord Alistair Valenhart (interrupting): No. Let’s hurry.
Narrator: Throughout the journey, Lord Alistair Valenhart felt a strange sensation. Everything was going too smoothly.
The Director walked calmly. Too calmly.
Lord Alistair Valenhart: (Thought) He’s not resisting? He’s not even trying to convince me to stay?
- A smirk tugged at the corners of Alistair’s lips. -
Lord Alistair Valenhart: (Thought) Hah. Too late for you to act clever, old man.
Narrator: As they approached the arena, the air grew heavier.
(Master Eldrin Voss jolted, his blood running cold.)
Eldrin Voss: (Thought) This aura... I can’t be mistaken.
(He whispered, clenching his fists.)
Eldrin Voss: It’s him... Lord Alistair Valenhart is here.
Narrator: All the professors already knew about the plan.
Their gazes grew sharp, their muscles tensed.
Only Lucrezia Bianchi hadn’t been informed.
Lucrezia Bianchi (eyes sparkling): It’s him! Lord Alistair Valenhart! I’m such a big fan! One of the strongest S+ in the world!
(Thought) I wonder why he’s here today.
Narrator: While excitement sparkled in Lucrezia's eyes, the other professors exchanged tense looks.
Their job wasn’t just to observe the training.
If Alistair made one wrong move… They would have to prevent his death.
Lord Alistair Valenhart wasn’t just a powerful man because of his strength.
He was a member of the world’s top 2 guild, Azrael Kingsley.
The Fallen Angels.
If he were to die within the Academy, the entire world would focus its attention on them.
The Director (with a cold smile): We’ve arrived.
(He gestured to the center of the arena.)
There is your daughter, Elysia
.
[He turned, maintaining his usual calm tone.]
The Director: Give me just a moment to ask the professor to conclude the training and let the students leave.
Lord Alistair Valenhart (with an annoyed nod): Go ahead.
[But inside, a thought struck him.]
Alistair: (Thought) Why do I feel like I’m stepping into the den of a wolf?
- Flashback - A Few Days Before -
Narrator: Lord Alistair Valenhart sat in his study, watching the sunset from the window of his villa.
The information from his spies was clear.
Lord Alistair Valenhart: (Thought) The current top 1, Dav De Lion, is there.
I’ve heard he treats his students like garbage. Infernal training.
But the most interesting part was something else.
(Thought) He’s lost 80% of his strength.
[Alistair’s eyes narrowed.]
Lord Alistair Valenhart: (Thought) An S rank? Maybe just a little more now.
[A grin spread across his face.]
Lord Alistair Valenhart: (Thought) So, if he tries to stop me…
I’ll kill him.
I’ll become the top 2 after Azrael Kingsley.
[A low laugh escaped his lips.]
Lord Alistair Valenhart (laughing to himself): I like the idea.
[Then he laughed louder, until it became a manic cackle.]
Lord Alistair Valenhart (exploding in maniacal laughter): AHAHAHAH! If he tries to stop me… it’ll be his end!
Narrator: Conclusion, Now the arena awaited him.
And with it, his possible end.
END OF CHAPTER 32
