Armand Hemming had to be dragged back to their dorm by Teacher Klaus Zane. They settled on a detached home together. That’s accurate. They were a couple. It was a two-story home with adequate space for two people to live there.

On the way, Armand Hemming felt like he had finally calmed down. So he let his lover bring him away without any struggle as he was brought back home.

Klaus Zane was panting as they arrived, “Have you calmed down?”

“Hm… Sorry, Klau… It’s just that I didn’t expect Sir Skoll to be a Werewolf like me, much more a pureblood one. Is it because I am half-blood that I didn’t notice his aura as a beast?” Armand Hemming said clearly feeling downhearted. He had always felt inferior before because of his mixed blood. That’s why he and his human mother were kicked out of their own pack.

Klaus Zane spoke and rustled the light gray hair of his lover, “I don’t think that was it. We might not know what their identities are if they chose not to give it away. I heard that your race is possessive. That seems true as it forces Sir Skoll into revealing himself to us as a warning. He didn’t want us staring too much at the Headmaster.”

“Well~ I’m more shocked about something else. Sir Skoll is a werewolf and if the headmaster is a vampire, are they together?” Armand Hemming questioned. “This is… a bit unexpected. I thought I was unique because I fell in love with you. I had no clear distinction between races as I am half-human. I am capable of loving anyone as long as my heart yearns for it.” The half-blood werewolf said as he held the hands of Klaus making the latter blush.

In his human family, Klaus Zane was born. After his mother left them, his human father remained by his side. He was therefore only aware of the vampires that people are familiar with. He had no idea that werewolves and vampires shared a ferocious hatred that led to their desire to eradicate one another.

Armand Hemming says, “For pureblood werewolves and vampires, it is almost impossible for them to like each other. This is because they hated each other to death. I do not know why but when I was still living in the Grey furred Pack, they would never spare a vampire even if… they are half-blood. So for them to fall in love with each other is weird.”

“Sir Skoll is definitely a pureblood. When he looked at me with his beast eyes all I had in my mind was to surrender. This is called bloodline suppression. It is similar to aristocratic vampires to only lower their heads before their king.”

“If Sir Skoll and the headmaster are indeed together and they were both purebloods then… It is only possible because of one thing… The Headmaster is the Luna of Sir Skoll. A werewolf’s Luna is more important than the life of the werewolf and even more precious than his tribe. They are fated lovers and their souls are connected. There must be some kind of crest only the two of them share. This signifies that they are mates.”

After Armand Hemming’s explanation, Klaus Zane felt worried about his own relationship with his werewolf. Of course, Armand noticed it when his lover suddenly turned quiet.

Armand Hemming asked worriedly, “What’s wrong darling?”

“Then… Then do you have that crest to… A crest to share with Luna?” Klaus Zane asked.

A surge of happiness filled Armand Hemming’s heart, this question was enough to show how much this dhampir loves him so much. The fear of losing him was the greatest proof of this man’s love. He felt extremely delighted hearing this.

Smiling, Armand Hemming said, “Don’t be afraid, darling. Those who were destined to have a Luna would be born with a crest somewhere in their body. This means in their previous life, they already have a destined mate. In all of the werewolves in the tribe, no one was born except for one.”

The half-werewolf turned serious as he thought of that possibility but denied it with all as he had seen the body of the person with his own eyes.

Klaus Zane somehow thought that things aren’t simple after all when he saw his lover’s serious yet dark expression.

He asked, “Who was it that was born with the crest?”

“The Ancestor of all the Werewolves in existence, Lord Fenrir.” Armand Hemming answered.

Bewildered, Klaus Zane spoke, “But didn’t you say that Lord Fenrir died a few months ago?”

“Yes. He is dead. I am sure of it. The body inside that coffin was real. There is no way I would mistake the scent of a dead werewolf which I have seen for myself.”

“So there is another possibility… Is it possible for a lone werewolf that has never been in a tribe to exist and even has a pureblood?” asked Klaus Zane.

Armand Hemming said, “Maybe? But most pureblood werewolves were all from the same genealogy. So even if he was born outside his blood cannot be denied and is definitely connected to the Ancestor. Enough of Sir Skoll, what do you think of the Headmaster? Is he a pureblood?”

“Hm~ it was said that the purer the blood is, the more powerful and beautiful a vampire would be. Based on his appearance alone, the headmaster is definitely a top-notch beauty. But no one had seen the real strength of the Headmaster. So I am not sure…” Klaus Zane said.

Sigh~

Armand Hemming said, “Okay. Enough about them. Since they are not our enemies we should worry about the pureblood brats entering this new Semester.”

“Our original records had been deleted the moment we had joined the Academy. They weren’t allowed to move us in this territory as this is our home.” Klaus Zane said.

Armand Hemming’s tummy suddenly growls. It was so loud that it destroyed the seriousness in the atmosphere between them.

GROWLS~ 𝚍ｏ𝚟𝚕.ｏｒｇ

“Sorry… After talking for so long we missed our lunch. Darling, I’m hungry~” Armand Hemming said.

Klaus Zane sighed and headed to the kitchen. “Take a shower and prepare the table. I will make some lunch.”

“Darling, you’re the best!” Armand Hemming said.

—

In the Headmaster’s Office…

Fenrir Skoll followed his wife and went to the office with him. He gave him a few roses to snack on and noticed Cassius Ambrosia looking at his wrist.

Cassius Ambrosia spoke, “Why don’t your wounds heal? Normally, it would heal fast and wouldn’t even leave a scar.”

“Oh~ I left it intentionally to make you worry~,” Fenrir Skoll said.

Cassius Ambrosia said, “Speak human.”

Hehe~

Fenrir Skoll simply wiped his palm over his sliced wrist, making it seem as though it had never been there. He then snoozed on Cassius’ lap in his little werewolf form. The time was ideal for a nap because it was the afternoon. Since they had been spending time quietly together and Cassius Ambrosia had grown accustomed to this man’s lack of shame, he allowed the stupid mutt to sleep in this manner.

Cassius Ambrosia questioned Fenrir Skoll about what had transpired before he returned, realizing that he hadn’t yet slept off. He was always in the briefing room, but he could hear everything that was happening outside.

Cassius Ambrosia spoke, “Normally you wouldn’t reveal you are a werewolf. Why did you inform Teacher Armand about you? Is it because he is a werewolf-like you?”

“No. It is because they are like us.” Fenrir Skoll said.

A bit confused about what the black mutt had said. Cassius Ambrosia asked, “What do you mean?”

“That Dhampir… And that half-blood werewolf… You didn’t notice that they are together. Moreover, their aura mixes well; it means that they live in one house,” explained Fenrir Skoll.

A rare astonishment appeared on Cassius Ambrosia’s face though it was only him raising his eyebrow a bit higher than normal.

“You mean they are lovers? Half-bloods with the bloodline of a vampire and a werewolf?” Cassius Ambrosia questioned.

Fenrir Skoll said, “Yes, is it that surprising? After all, true love knows no race. Like how I love you despite being a different race than me. I love you even before this life, the crest that appears on your face is proof that we have been together for a very, very long time.”

This time, he actually slept off, closing his eyes and breathing regularly, leaving the vampire monarch perplexed and unsure of how to respond to his clichéd declarations of love. Cassius Ambrosia felt compelled to put the small black dog on his lap down but refrained after smelling the man’s blood on the red Juliet flowers he was munching on.

His demand for sleep has significantly decreased ever since he began consuming these blood roses. Now that he had nothing to do in the morning, he didn’t feel like sleeping. He caresses the dog on his lap without realizing that some might find the scenario to be too serene.

—

For the coming semester, additional preparations were made to welcome the new students. To fulfill the needs of people with royal and aristocratic ancestry, the dorms were modernized. Purebloods were regarded as the offspring of nobles or riches. Especially after the top three groups appealed to the Genus Academy. They were sending the Young Werewolf King, Conri Lycaon, the Night Lord of the Vampires, Athan Vladimir, and the Holy Son from the Templar Temple.

These three influential people all joined at the same moment, as though they were discussing it. These young faction leaders met in the Genus Academy Welcome Hall once the winter break was over.

The Genus Academy’s reception area was enormous. It had two stories. Regardless of their race, all of the regular students who weren’t born with extraordinary genes congregated on the lowest floor. In actuality, there are three factions, hence there are three seating layouts to please the factions. Of course, the upper floor, which is similarly divided into three regions, is where the leaders and their immediate subordinates all sat.

The middle of the room was occupied by the human race. The werewolf race occupied the right wing, while the vampire race occupied the left wing. These common students couldn’t help but notice the three most prominent Male Gods among the incoming students since the division between groups is too obvious.

At the center of the upper floor hall, Asher Light wearing his white collared colored uniform with a gold colored necktie. He sat at the center surrounded by his subordinates. There are Apprentices and disciples of the Templar Temple seated around him like revering his existence. His escorts were Archbishop Ether Dawn, Cardinal Lemuel Elon, and Cardinal Darius Rueden. Both cardinals were sent out. This is to ensure the safety of the Holy Son.

Conri Lycaon was positioned on the right wing and was decked out in a navy blue top with a white necktie. Mayun Ruid and Ashina Ruid, who were around the same age as him, were seated next to him. Together with Elder Louve and Elder Vale, Randal Ruid made the decision to enter as their faction’s escort. Elder Vale is a member of Conri Lycaon’s side, which basically means he is under him directly. Unlike Elder Vilkas and Elder Louve, who formerly worked closely with the Werewolf Ancestor.

Athan Vladimir was seated to the left. Only Athan Vladimir was permitted to wear a red tie; the vampire race had a black suit and a red ribbon. This is to demonstrate his unique position among the clan. Within the race, the Blood Clan had a very rigid hierarchy. The King must come first among the nobility. Earl Thana Dawn and Earl Elena Martel served as his protectors. Duke Luther D’Arcy would also only show up in person if required.

The gathering between the factions was clearly seen in the hall. There are ordinary humans who didn’t know the existence of bigshots of the other races attending the same school as them. To them these men are all new students and most of them are all handsome and beautiful. Their face value is above most of the old students in Genus Academy. Today is the first day for the opening of the New Semesters. Old and New students were entitled to attend the opening ceremony.