CHAPTER 33

  Director: Professor Dav, you may dismiss your students early today.

  (With a serious expression) A parent has come to complain.

  Dav: Brats! Go clean yourselves up and then wait in your rooms or the cafeteria until the end of the period.

  Narrator: The students, surprised to see Lord Alistair Valenhart, left the arena in silence. Some, knowing his reputation, felt disgust and fear.

  Lord Alistair Valenhart: Elysia, you stay here.

  Narrator: Elysia froze in fear, lowering her head and trembling.

  Dav (Irritated): Elysia, you have two seconds to get your ass out of here.

  Lord Alistair Valenhart: Professor, you do realize that I am her father and that, being a minor, I am the one who decides for her, right?

  Dav: (scary look) Elysia, do I need to repeat myself?

  Elysia (Tense): I'm going!

  Narrator: With a confident smile, Elysia turned her back on her father and walked past Dav.

  Lord Alistair Valenhart (Shouting): How dare you disobey your father, you brat?!

  (Tries to grab her.)

  Dav: (Grabs his wrist, squeezing tightly) Only I give orders to my students.

  Narrator: Wounded in his pride in front of everyone, Lord Alistair Valenhart unleashed his powerful red aura and struck Dav in the face with all his might.

  Lord Alistair Valenhart: (Laughing) AHAHAH! Stay in your place!

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  Narrator: Silence fell over the arena as all eyes locked onto the scene.

  Lord Alistair Valenhart (Thinking, terrified): Why… why didn’t he move an inch?

  My hand… it’s broken?! Augh!!

  Narrator: Dav had been waiting for that first strike.

  With a cold smile, he leaned slightly and whispered something into Alistair's ear.

  A black aura, dense as the dark night and wrapped in crimson lightning, erupted from his body.

  The entire academy was drowned in a terrifying pressure.

  Students and professors felt its crushing weight, some collapsing to their knees.

  Lord Alistair Valenhart (Panicking): He is not following his agreement, Director!

  Director (Serious, crossing his arms): Watch your words.

  I am not interfering, as you can see.

  You were the one who hit him first. So… good luck.

  Narrator: While everyone suffered under that monstrous aura, Lord Alistair Valenhart was the most affected.

  Dav grabbed him by the neck, slammed him to the ground, and began to pummel his face repeatedly.

  Blood splattered onto his hands, his forehead stained with crimson drops.

  Then, with a fluid motion, he lifted him and delivered a devastating kick to his face.

  The impact sent him flying over a hundred meters, leveling part of the arena with the sheer shockwave.

  Dav drew his Dark Death Scythe, a colossal weapon, lifting it above his head with one arm.

  His face was twisted in fury, as if Death itself had come to claim Lord Alistair Valenhart.

  With a downward swing, he aimed to end him.

  Valeria Moretti erected multiple barriers around Lord Alistair.

  Professor Evelyn Rosendale summoned giant golems to reinforce the defense.

  Kael infused mana into the barrier to strengthen it.

  Eldrin Voss and Margherita Bellini, wielding a sword and an enormous kitchen knife, positioned themselves in front of the mages to shield them from the shockwave.

  Dav’s attack obliterated 95% of the arena, draining the professors' strength to the limit.

  The barrier shattered, and all of them collapsed to their knees, overwhelmed by his pressure.

  Dav approached Alistair’s battered body, grabbed him by the hair, and whispered into his ear:

  "Try to touch Elysia again... approach her, set foot in this academy one more time… and all that will remain of you will be a painful memory for your family."

  "Elysia is mine now. She is no longer your daughter."

  Lord Alistair Valenhart, in his last moments of consciousness, heard every word in terror.

  Then, he blacked out, his fate now entirely in the hands of the one who had utterly crushed him.

  Despite the brutality of the fight, Dav had not used mana or Ki.

  Only his aura to instill fear without unleashing his true attributes.

  The commotion had drawn professors from other classrooms, who rushed to the arena.

  Upon seeing Alistair's broken body, they immediately took him to the hospital.

  The professors involved in the plan barely managed to drag themselves to the cafeteria, sitting in silence, trying to recover before lunch.

  The entire fight—or rather, the massacre—had lasted only five minutes.

  Report: Lord Alistair’s body was shattered.

  Fractured arms and legs, all ribs broken, nose crushed.

  On the verge of death, he was hospitalized immediately.

  Narrator: When the period ended, Dav entered the cafeteria.

  Blood covered his face and hands.

  Not his own, but Alistair’s.

  He sat down. A faint glow of black aura still surrounded him.

  A deathly silence filled the cafeteria.

  Students and professors trembled, paralyzed with fear.

  Iris, with a damp cloth, took his hands and began to wipe them gently, carefully cleaning them as he ate.

  Elysia did the same for his forehead.

  Little by little, the others started to move.

  Some with spoons, others with pieces of meat, they began to fill Dav’s tray with food.

  And so, slowly, that moment of peace dissolved the shadow of his aura.

  The murderous intent faded away.

  END OF CHAPTER 33