The voice that emerged from Fenrir Skoll was unfathomably chilly. There’s a sense of rage and haughtiness, as well as a ferocious need for blood that only people who’d been slaughtered can exude. The aura that was approaching them, however, was suffocating, as if they were a fish jumping out of water. They thought that this person had complete control over their lives and deaths.

“How do you wish to die?”

The tone was calm, but Asher Light was afraid. After calming down, he ignores his broken wrist in order to flee the enraged teacher who materialized out of nowhere before him.

Asher Light said, “Let go!” He couldn’t control the trembling of his voice.

Fenrir Skoll reached out another hand with the intention to do something worse when the two Cardinals tasked to protect the Holy Son blasted inside the office and even destroyed the door on the way.

BAM! CRASH!

The two old men in red robes jump towards Fenrir Skoll intending to save their holy son.

“LET GO OF THE HOLY SON!!”

Fenrir Skoll stares at the two old men in red robes with indifference and disdain in his black irises. There is a bit of glinting crimson shade which no one had noticed due to immense fear.

“Useless. Scram!” A cold voice comes from the Werewolf Ancestor.

A vicious aura hit the two cardinals making them fly out and hit the walls of the office with a loud bang. It was unknown whether those old men were still alive.

URK!

“R-Run… Y-Young Lord…” The two cardinals fainted as the aura that hit them was more than twice what they could be blocked and their internal injuries were a bit fatal.

As Fenrir Skoll’s steely gaze fell on Asher Light, the young man finally realized what prey might feel in the presence of his predator. Trembling and rigidity of his limbs, unable to speak, and dazed as if shocked.

Asher Light stuttered yet did his best to voice the following words,

“I’m sorry. S-Spare. Please…” Pleads the Holy Son.

Fenrir Skoll is completely unaffected by his words, which is tragic. He had intended to look at him as if he were a dead corpse. A familiar yet icy-like voice resounds in the room just before the second-hand rests on Asher Light’s head. The tone remains frigid, but there is a sense of hopelessness mingled in. .𝙘𝒐𝒎

Headmaster Cassius Ambrosia spoke, “Calm down, Skoll.”

Fenrir Skoll’s hand halted in the air as the man’s ruthless demeanor faded when he turned around to look at Cassius Ambrosia.

“There is no need to punish him?” The werewolf ancestor asked.

Cassius Ambrosia nods, seeing Fenrir Skoll lose interest in the obnoxious brat. Asher Light’s right hand had fallen boneless by his side, and his wrist was twisted at an incorrect angle, making it appear agonizing. Yet the young man didn’t dare to say anything for fear of attracting the notice of the beasts in front of him.

The School Headmaster said, “Student Asher Light of Elite Class. You broke the rule of ill-mannered actions toward your instructors and headmaster. You also tried to use force to make them listen. You shall be punished accordingly.”

“Since this is your first offense, you wouldn’t be expelled for breaking the rules. Consider your broken wrist as punishment. That cannot be healed by any way except natural means. You are suspended for one week and would be forbidden to leave your dormitory for one week.”

Hearing the Headmaster’s lenient verdict startled Asher Light. He lifted his head to face the headmaster and stated that he was calm from start to finish. He is not displaying any rage or emotion. He was very serene and composed as if he couldn’t see him at all.

Asher Light lowered his head and said, “Please forgive my rudeness, Headmaster. It shall never happen again. I will gladly accept the punishment.”

“I will have someone investigate your company from before. If what you reported is true, the said students involved would be punished accordingly.” Cassius Ambrosia said. “You may leave. Take your escort with you.”

Fenrir Skoll said, “Heal them so you would have to drag them out of the door. Scram!”

“Yes, Instructor Skoll.” Asher Light wasn’t angered by his instructor’s coldness.

After all, he had previously been disrespectful. Also, it appears that Instructor Skoll and Headmaster Ambrosia have a relationship. I need to do further research on their identities before making my next step. The holy son launched a healing spell on the two cardinals, curing their interior ailments instantaneously. They stare at the two men in the office, but the Headmaster ignores them, while the instructor dismisses them.

Fenrir Skoll spoke, “You are lucky. Next time you broke the rules, next time I wouldn’t be merciful.”

Cardinals Darius and Lemuel couldn’t overlook a chill on their backs. Based on what this teacher in front of them had said, he was hinting that the aura attack they were witnessing right now, including the pressure, was something he conducted while holding back the majority of his strength. The three of them couldn’t disguise their amazement.

“You are in the way,” Fenrir Skoll sneered.

He snapped his fingers and transferred the three of them immediately out of the building. He did care about the place they came from. The Templar Temple was evidently too weak for Fenrir Skoll, for him to give them any consideration.

The holy son and the two cardinals opened their eyes to novel yet familiar surroundings just beyond the main campus. The familiar big structure in front of them, students emerging in groups from the building, and the trees and greenery around them.

Shocked, Cardinal Darius murmured, “This place is… outside the main campus!?”

“Was that teleportation just now!? He can teleport other beings other than himself!?” Cardinal Lemuel exclaimed.

Cardinal Darius said to their holy son, “Saint, this is not good. We can’t avenge you on our own. We must report this to the Pope immediately.”

“There is no revenge. I plan to stay here, so there is no need to make their impression of me worse than it is now. Hiss!” He accidentally tried to move his broken wrist and felt a stinging pain that directly involved his nerves and bones, making it even more painful.

Groans~

Cardinal Lemuel asked, “Why don’t you heal your wrist, Saint?”

“I’ve already tried. It was useless,” Asher Light said as he felt his whole right arm was broken. “Send a doctor to my room. I’m returning to the dormitory to begin my punishment.”

“As for the rest, it depends on you what you want to do. You can report to the Pope what happened but don’t incite war. Without knowing anything about those two, our side would never have the upper hand.”

The two cardinals saw their holy son’s meaning and accepted his answer. They brought the holy son back to the dormitories before departing. Several students have noticed how seriously Asher Light has been injured. Numerous rumors circulated around the academy.

—-

Dormitory on the East Side

The rumor that Asher Light was returning to his dorm with a fractured wrist quickly spread among his archenemies. Even the werewolves had heard about it and swiftly informed their young tribal head, Conri Lycaon.

Conri Lycaon was holding a book in the dorm library, but he wasn’t reading it. Instead, he was gazing at the back of his right hand, at the azalea flower shape on it, unlike Amber’s fading azalea, which was white. Amber Dawn’s irises are the same color as his flower. Azalea’s meaning is temperance and caution, which characterized Conri Lycaon’s nature. He was clearly bewildered because he was lost in thought.

The crest shared by mates would often have a significance or aspect that was unique to the two parties. Snowflake Imprint, like the black snowflake Cassius Ambrosia and Fenrir Skoll share, is Hei Anjing’s favorite element, while Ye Xiajie was born with an unbreakable bond with the darkness which is synonymous with black. So when Conri Lycaon saw the crest that materialized out of nowhere in his hand, he realized it was the famous crest between a werewolf and his Luna. He couldn’t believe that his fated mate was a human female.

At the same time, the young werewolf king was puzzled. Amber’s crest was more vividly colored than his. He wouldn’t be able to believe she was his Luna if the form wasn’t exactly the same as the one on the back of his hand.

Conri Lycaon mumbles, “I couldn’t understand. How come her crest had white fading color which is not similar to mine? I should get someone to bring some books from my foster father’s study. There should be something that can explain this situation. No… I can’t ask someone else. I will go home to check on it personally. Albeit I put her in harm’s way.”

He was preparing to return the book he took but ended up not reading back to the bookshelf when suddenly one of his men came running with urgency to report something to him.

“King! Wolf King! I have something to report! They said after that female human fell from the sky and was saved, the Holy Son personally went to the school headmaster to complain. But he ended up coming out with a broken wrist and his escorts smelling like blood.”

With a slight frown between his eyebrows, Conri Lycaon asks, “They got beaten up? Did you get who did it? Is it the Headmaster?”

“No one knows. But I think it wasn’t the headmaster because some students said they saw Instructor Skoll holding a bouquet of roses and were on his way to meet the Headmaster. King, do you think he did it again? Hiss~ that teacher is too terrifying! How can he be that strong!? Aren’t the escorts of the Holy Son both cardinal class!?”

Conri Lycaon spoke, “Just keep the school rules at heart and Instructor Skoll wouldn’t move a hand. Is it that hard to keep the rules in mind?”

The werewolf was taken aback. He couldn’t reply to their young leader’s statements at all.

After all, most werewolves were irritable and couldn’t manage things that could be done with force or vigor.

Conri Lycaon said, “Get me a slip of an excuse letter. I will go back to our territory for a while to check on something.”

“What should we do about the human with the King’s Crest?”

“Do not openly approach. Just protect her from the shadows,” commanded Conri Lycaon.

“Understood, King!”

—

At the West Side Dormitories…

The blood clan also received word that Asher Light had been crippled by someone. They also assumed it was done by Instructor Skoll, who enforces the academy’s regulations. Meanwhile, Athan Vladimir, who had just gotten the news, was engrossed in reading the school regulation book and gloating when he learned Asher Light had fractured a bone.

Athan Vladimir spoke, “Hmp! He deserves that. Who made him think he can move the headmaster!? Anyone who moved the school headmaster had to face the wrath of Instructor Skoll after all.”

“My Lord, this is the report about that female student who caused the death of that ghoul. Her name is Amber Dawn and an ordinary human. She has a brother and this person serves the Templar Temple as the Archbishop. He is quite strong.”

“I don’t care about my human brother. I want to know the relationship of that woman to that stupid Holy Son.” Athan Vladimir said.

“They say… she saved the holy son once. It was the same day… the lord got ambushed by him when he infiltrated our territory.”

“…. So she is the reason for his injuries, that stupid saint is still alive! Get someone to tail her. I want to know every single thing about that human female!” ordered Athan Vladimir.