Amber Dawn had accepted her death when she couldn’t think of another way to rescue herself and closed her eyes. Thinking of meeting death quietly, she suddenly felt her plummet slow down and a touch of warmth encircled her. When she opened her eyes, a pair of green orbs peered at her, slightly perplexed.

Conri Lycaon, who strives to have no interest in anything in this Academy, suddenly saved her. She was taken aback when she saw his face up close. Even a quiet beauty was something she admired as a face-con. She just kept staring at him with dazed eyes and almost drooled at the close-up of his handsome face.

Conri Lycaon grasped her right hand and glanced at the white and fading Azalea on her hand as they eventually reached the ground. He appears as though he can’t believe what he’s seeing and glances at Amber Dawn with a troubled expression.

Conri Lycaon asked, “Do you have a terminal disease or something?” 𝑜𝑣𝘭.𝘯𝑡

“N-No…” Amber Dawn stuttered for a moment as she was asked such a question.

Conri Lycaon asked, “Then why did you jump off the school building?”

“Jump off? I didn’t… Someone called me there and suddenly pushed me off. I saw their faces, I’m going to the Headmaster to complain.” Amber Dawn said.

Conri Lycaon was ready to ask additional questions about Amber when she was separated from him by Esther Dawn and Asher Light. The two men immediately pulled Amber Dawn behind them, demonstrating how protective they are of her. Even if they had seen Conri Lycaon save her, the fact that he was of a different race than theirs suggests otherwise. After all, the three sides had never agreed on anything.

Asher Light said, “Let go of her!”

“Amber, are you alright? Are you hurrying somewhere?” Esther Dawn asked as he frantically checked on his younger sister.

Amber Dawn was as calm as always and said, “Brother, I’m alright.”

The new leader of the Fenrir Trine scowled at the two humans in front of him. Whilst it was fair that they were wary of him, shouldn’t they be thanking him in this scenario because it was he who had saved Amber Dawn?

Amber Dawn expressed her appreciation to the werewolf who had saved her, ignoring the shura barrier between her brother, Asher Light, and her rescuer, Conri Lycaon. As they looked at each other for the first time, she observed that his irises were not human and were vertical like a beast’s. She was certain that this man belonged to the Fenrir Tribe.

Amber Dawn slightly pushed her brother and said to Conri Lycaon, “Thank you for saving me just now. I shall repay you at a later date.”

Conri Lycaon ignored the glares coming from Esther Dawn and the Holy Son of the Templar Temple. He only focused his eyes on this female student and that white azalea crest on the back of her hand which had now disappeared.

He asked with a rare gentle tone, “What is your name?”

“My name is Amber Dawn from ordinary class A.”

“Amber Dawn. Remember, you owe me one.” Conri Lycaon said before taking his leave without any hesitation on his face.

The other werewolf students, on the other hand, were staring at Amber Dawn. Because they were from a tribe with keener eyes, they had spotted the crest on Amber Dawn’s right hand and were perplexed and astounded. They were aware of the imprint but were baffled as to why it would emerge on a human female.

Amber Dawn’s view of the hottie leaving was obstructed by Esther Dawn and Asher Light.

Asher Light, in particular, grabbed her hand and cleaned it diligently as if she had germs on it. Asher Light has a grimace on his face that doesn’t match his heavenly aura. He seems to be an average human without his hallowed aura surrounding him as if a God had fallen into the mundane world.

Amber Dawn asked, “You know that man and he is someone you guys hate.” Her tone was like a declaration as she was sure of what she had witnessed for herself.

Esther Dawn with a dark face said, “Amber, stay away from that man! He is the new Werewolf King who was rumored to have killed the former king to get his current position. He killed his own father.”

“Brother, without proof rumors are just rumors. Plus, if that guy didn’t catch me I would have died. The ones who pushed me off the rooftop are maniac fans of Asher and that… that Vampire Lord.” Amber Dawn said.

Esther Dawn and Asher Light didn’t expect that Amber Dawn’s fall wasn’t an accident. Who would have thought that it was mad made and intentional making the faces of the two men dark in fury?

“How could they murder for such a stupid reason!?” Esther Dawn exclaimed. He then looked at his sister and asked, “Do you remember their faces? I will report them personally to the Headmaster.”

“I remember but… Some of them are from the vampire race. Would this complaint cause issues between two races?” Amber Dawn asked.

Asher Light said, “So what if it is… They should be punished accordingly after all the rules forbid killing between students unless one side has overstepped their boundaries. Leave this to me. Esther, send Amber back. I will go find the Headmaster instead.”

Esther Dawn consented to his lord’s instruction and brought his younger sister back to her dormitory with a nod. Amber didn’t say anything since it would enrage his elder brother and friend; all she could do was retain her savior’s face and promise to repay him in the future.

Asher Light’s face became icy as he watched the siblings go, recalling Amber’s near-death experience. He despised the fact that he was only a human and couldn’t rescue Amber on his own. Also, he wasn’t blind; he spotted Conri Lycaon’s weird expression as he gazed at Amber.

The feelings within these green eyes cannot be concealed. As he looks at Amber Dawn, the young werewolf king’s eyes are filled with instinctual pampering and caring. This left him with a bad aftertaste. Amber was his refuge, and Asher isn’t eager to part up his sole prize. As his visage goes frigid, venom glints inside his gold irises. Right now, this holy son didn’t look at anything that shows sacredness but instead a dark nature that all humans possessed.

Asher Light mumbles, “No one can covet what is mine.”

He moves away, his body fading into the darkness of the main campus. He returned to the building and erected a barrier that blocked the whole structure before heading to the Headmaster’s office and reporting the incident that Amber Dawn had experienced.

—

A lot happened at Genus Academy in only a day. The three groups almost launch a fight in the Ceremonial Hall at first but are prevented by an instructor named Skoll Ambrosia. A quarrel erupted between a vampire student and a human student not long after the students’ opening ceremony finished. It resulted in the vampire (ghoul) dissolving into dust for violating Genus Academy’s taboo.

Once the students dispersed to their allotted classrooms, mayhem reigned once more in the Elite Class’s classroom. This time, the entire classroom was damaged, and the instructor who was meant to be watching the other students had literally simply watched. He didn’t even reach a hand to halt the massive brawl among the students, forcing the school’s headmaster to intervene personally.

Suddenly, a fresh complaint had arrived in the face of the School Headmaster, Cassius Ambrosia, the holy son of the Templar Temple, who had come himself and told about how an ordinary student, Amber Dawn, had nearly died as a result of a group bullying of fanatical fans. She was pushed off the rooftop, Asher Light is now requesting that all of those students be expelled.

As Asher Light came over to propose expulsions for several students, Headmaster Cassius Ambrosia was reviewing paperwork about the institution. However, his status as the Holy Son was insufficient to sway the Headmaster.

Asher Light said, “I want these students to be expelled immediately. They have attempted the murder of a female human student named Amber Dawn. I, the Holy Son of the Templar Temple, demand their punishment!”

As the Holy Son, Asher Light had been at the pinnacle of authority in the Templar Temple for so long that he had forgotten where he was. He sought to use his status as the Holy Son to influence the Headmaster. His aspirations can be fulfilled just by speaking words. Sadly, he runs into the wrong person; the Headmaster of Genus School is not your average person.

Cassius Ambrosia, as predicted, cast a quick glance toward the holy son before returning to his paper job. His manner is chilly and calm, and his demeanor is careless.

The Headmaster said, “Give me the proof for me to approve their expulsion. A solid proof, a photo, video, or recording. Provide me one of these and your request can be processed immediately.”

Seeing the attitude of Headmaster Cassius, Asher Light felt that he was being looked down upon. He felt enraged yet still tried his best to control his temper.

“I shall get a record of their confession. Just expel them for now!” The holy son demanded.

Cassius Ambrosia spoke, “Give me proof and your request shall be processed. Didn’t you read the rules of the Academy? Do not waste any more of my time. Leave.”

The Holy Son lost his temper and took powerful strides and stood before the table of the Headmaster. A loud sound of banging echoes within the office.

BANG!

A few papers on the table flew from the force of the Holy Son’s hand that landed with great force on the office table. Such disrespect would be inconceivable for a student like Asher Light. This time, he lost his cool not only because he was ignored, but also because he felt belittled by the Headmaster in front of him. Yet, Cassius’ demeanor is deadpan and forlorn.

Asher Light bellowed, “Are you deaf!? I am ordering you to expel them!!”

“Remove your hands from the table.”Cassius Ambrosia said. Still calm, emotionless, and dignified.

But such a reaction only strengthened the Holy Son’s opposition. When he lifted his right hand to cast a spell, Asher Light intended to teach the Headmaster a lesson. This is a punishment spell that gently tortures you with its mild aspects. Headmaster Cassius tilts his head and makes a poker face at the Holy Son, but Asher can see the false emotion inside those silver eyes. He was mocking him silently. what didn’t he knows is that he

had finally run out of time.

He was going to strike the Headmaster as punishment for disregarding him when another person appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Asher’s wrist. The strength of that hold quickly fractured the bone in the Holy Son’s wrist, causing him to cry in agony.

Crack~

AAAAAHHHHH!!!

Meanwhile, the two cardinals had made their move after hearing their Holy Son’s painful scream. They attempted to assassinate and ambushed Fenrir Skoll, who had arrived unexpectedly. Cardinals Darius Rueden and Lemuel Elon, the former snatching back the Holy Son and the latter attacking Fenrir Skoll.

When Cardinal Lemuel’s metal staff fell on Fenrir Skoll’s torso, it was unexpectedly ineffective. His muscles were steel-hard, as evidenced just by the hardness of Fenrir Skoll’s right arm. Cassius Ambrosia wasn’t startled to see Fenrir Skoll arrive out of nowhere. He was well aware that this dog, like him, is capable of teleportation.

Fenrir Skoll grinned and disappeared, as a raw and viscous bloodlust descended on the two cardinals and the holy son. They all sank to their knees, their bones cracking from the strain that had suddenly fallen on them. Fenrir Skoll stated that his voice was utterly frigid and harsh, making those three mute and unmoving.

“Attacking the Headmaster. Rude tongue. Such an ill-mannered student. How do you want to die?”