The laughing echoed across the area, and everyone turned to see where it was coming from. Instructor Skoll was surprisingly standing at the Church’s door, holding a big bouquet of Juliet roses, looking like a stunning man waiting for his bride to arrive. 𝒆𝙣𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝙚𝙩

Fenrir Skoll had barely finished laughing when the entire class turned to face him. “An old married couple? Well, that fits them~”

“I-Instructor Skoll?”

“W-What are you doing here?” asked Athan Vladimir.

Fenrir Skoll replied, “Pick some flowers. My greenhouse is hidden in this place, that’s why there is a formation around here.”

Snap!

A small chapel emerged before the students’ eyes with a single snap of his fingers.

The blood clan students can now see the church.

“There is, in fact, a church!”

“How come I missed it entirely?”

“Only the Young Lord saw it, as one would expect from our clan’s Monarch.”

“In any case, you are not welcome here, and you will damage my garden.”

He snapped his fingers again, and the church vanished with the sound. This time, there are no indications of creation or blood scent, nor is there even a slight distortion in space in this place.

“There’s a whiff of blood coming from the church,” says Athan Vladimir.

Those who didn’t understand why everything was happening turned around and smiled haughtily at the careless teacher.

“Of course, there’s a blood fragrance. It was this smell you got up from the church, right?” Fenrir Skoll slashed his wrist, startling everyone.

Fresh blood in front of the Blood Clan would cause them to lose control. It is nearly forbidden for people to bleed in front of the vampire race in the Academy. Asher Light and the others from the Templar temple sent all their guards to this situation, but the Blood Clan did not act aggressively as predicted.

Instead, the ghouls fainted while clutching their necks and frothing at the lips. While the noble-rank vampires puked, Athan Vladimir covered his nose and mouth as if his life depended on it. Everyone was stunned by this spectacle.

“Aren’t you hungry? Here you go… Go ahead,” Fenrir Skoll said.

Fenrir Skoll’s aroma of fresh blood was meant to be excellent nourishment for the blood clan, but for some reason, Athan Vladimir was rejecting the scent of his blood. Their response is analogous to smelling a lethal poison that can kill them.

“What the hell are you? How can your blood’s influence be so devastating against us?! Who in the **ing hell are you?” shouts Athan Vladimir.

Athan Vladimir’s aura was suppressed since he dared to cuss and be impolite to Fenrir Skoll.

“Your bark is the loudest for a weakling, of course, this deity’s blood is poison to you, after all, you people are simply so weak,” Fenrir Skoll stated.

This time, Keylan Light can’t stand by and watch Fenrir Skoll murder one of the world’s male leads. The death of Athan Vladimir is subject to celestial regulations, and if they are disobeyed, the plot of the world will be destroyed. Keylan Light simply caused his words to be said and heard, but he did not appear.

“I beg the Lord not to kill that child. We cannot allow the world’s fate to be shattered.”

“Such a rude and useless thing. I think you can replace it with something more useful,” retorted Fenrir Skoll.

Keylan Light spoke, “Supreme Lord please be merciful!”

“I never follow the rules of the weak.” Fenrir Skoll spoke as he was intending to kill Athan Vladimir with a slap.

Nobody expected Instructor Skoll to wish to murder Athan Vladimir for speaking disrespectfully to him. Such a commanding posture, indifference to life and death, and a high existence that denies anything he doesn’t like or care about. He appeared to be staring down at everything in his line of sight. Athan Vladimir sensed the impending doom that was only a reach away. This was the closest he had ever been to death.

“I… I… I’m sorry…”

“This deity doesn’t care…”

Someone unexpectedly emerged just before Fenrir Skoll was ready to touch Athan Vladimir’s forehead. A thin, white hand gripped Fenrir Skoll’s wrist and drew it closer to his face. His glittering eyes were drawn to Skoll’s wrist wound and the spilled blood on the ground.

“HEADMASTER!”yelled the students together.

However, they were unable to capture his attention since all of Cassius Ambrosia’s eyes were focused on Fenrir Skoll. Fenrir Skoll, on the other hand, became nervous for the first time when his wife abruptly appeared. His eyes had lost their indifference and harshness.

“C-Cass, why did you leave home? Are you hungry?” Fenrir Skoll wonders.

“Hm, I had to come out with you injuring yourself and wasting your blood like this,” Cassius Ambrosia muttered as he assisted his idiot mutt in healing his wounds.

He collected the blood of Fenrir Skoll that had dropped on the ground with a wave of his palm and tossed it toward the greenhouse behind the church. It landed on rose-growing soil.

“You were here for your students?” Fenrir Skoll questioned kindly.

“No, they’re not important and can be disposed of at any time as long as they broke the school rules,” Cassius Ambrosia explained. “That is the contract that was signed with the First Pope of the Templar Temple, the Ancestor of the Fenrir, and the Progenitor of Blood. I am not here to babysit them, but to observe them.”

Cassius Ambrosia could only consume a rose petal that had touched his lips after being fed by Fenrir Skoll personally.

“Wait a minute. I’ll cook lunch soon,” Fenrir Skoll remarked.

Only when Cassius Ambrosia looks at Fenrir Skoll do his silver orbs soften. He nods in accord with what his werewolf has just said. When he looked about at the others, his gaze became freezing cold once more, becoming even more threatening when it fell on Athan Vladimir. As Athan Vladimir’s eyes met the headmaster’s, all of the blood in his body began to boil, and he could only curl and roll on the ground while screaming incessantly.

Ahh~ argh~ agh~

“What is happening here?”

“Holy Son, are you hurt anywhere?”

“No, I am… fine. At least compared to him.” Asher Light said while pointing at Athan Vladimir who was about to go crazy in pain.

The two earls from the Blood Clan try to cure their young lord. Sadly, it had no effect no matter what they did.

“My Lord? What is wrong with you?”

“Hot! How come your skin is too hot!?”

“Don’t touch him! His blood is boiling. This is… the true blood suppression.” Luther D’Arcy said.

Cassius Ambrosia, “You’re here.”

Even the escort guards from the Templar Temple and the Blood Race approached, but before the Headmaster, they all sank to their knees in an uncontrollable reflex. Only Luther D’Arcy was not compelled to kneel.

‘Why the heck can’t I control my body and can only kneel!?’ pondered all escort guardians.

“You guys are lucky to be here on time, they almost all died,” Cassius Ambrosia said as he looked down on them.

“Please forgive our disrespect. We took an oath to uphold your rules, but the young monarch’s rudeness is intolerable. We accept the sentence without complaint,” Luther D’Arcy stated as he kneeled before Cassius Ambrosia.

This was the first time the Blood Clan had seen the arrogant and aloof duke respond in this manner, which surprised even Earl Elena Martel and Earl Thana Dawn. Cassius Ambrosia, however, doesn’t care whether they apologize. He had already set his sights on replacing Athan Vladimir with a new heir as the next Blood Race monarch.

“Uneducated and corrupt bloodline. Replace it,” Cassius Ambrosia said.

“Certainly, Progenitor!” Luther D’Arcy said graciously, bowing his head.

As the rest of the individuals in the room heard what he had just stated, they all appeared as if they had seen a ghost and gazed at the Headmaster with startled and incredulity expressions on their faces.

“The Progenitor of the Blood Race!”

Cassius Ambrosia spoke, “Luther. Find another heir. The Vladimir Clan whose bloodline is impure due to the stolen blood is not to continue to exist.”

“Yes, your orders will be completed as the Lord wished! This Luther will do it personally.”

“Leave.”

“Yes!”

Luther D’Arcy grabbed Athan Vladimir and rushed away from the scene. Even for a vampire, his speed is out of this world. Yet because he is a pureblood, his strength is unmistakable. Earl Thana Daybreak and Earl Elena Martel were paralyzed by dread. They weren’t even there to race their eyes to the headmaster. They considered such behavior to be blasphemy against their Progenitor.

“Evening Courses will be postponed. Disperse,” Cassius Ambrosia said.

“Ah~ Student Asher Light. Going out while under suspension doubles your punishment. Two weeks suspension and your light element shall be sealed. This time you are forbidden to leave the dormitory and your room. Once you escape for the second time you can pack your things as you will be expelled from the academy.”

“As for the rest of the students who fought. So to the punishment hall to receive your penalty. Well then… See you tomorrow.” Fenrir Skoll said.

He and the headmaster left after saying what they needed to say. They didn’t care what happened afterward but thanks to this event the identity of Cassius Ambrosia was exposed.

Asher Light mumbled in shock, “The Headmaster is the Blood Clan’s Progenitor!? This is impossible! You mean that person exists! I heard that his existence is closest to the Gods!”

“Is it true that he never liked his race? I hear him talking about the Impure Bloodline of Athan Vladimir.”

“Then that roses Instructor Skoll brings to him every day were grown with his blood and gifted to the Headmaster!?”

“This is insane. If the Headmaster is the Progenitor of the Blood Clan, what can be his real identity? Is he another bigshot?”

The two cardinals looked at their holy son and asked, “Your Highness the Holy Son, are we allowed to report this to the pope?”

“Yes, report it. With how things have gone we can’t hide it regardless. I’m going back to the dorm.” Asher Light then looks at Amber Dawn. “Athan Vladimir would most likely either get expelled or… would not have time to bother you anymore. I’m sorry for getting you involved, Amber.”

“I don’t mind. I didn’t get hurt thanks to your people after all. Complete your punishment okay? I don’t want you to get expelled.” Amber Dawn said.

Smiling, Asher Light said, “I will. Come visit me if you have time. Let Esther bring you back to your dorms.”

“Don’t worry. I will make sure she is back safe.” Esther Dawn said.

The startling revelation of the headmaster’s identity surprised the human faction, but not as much as the blood race. The great one was their Progenitor, and unlike Duke Luther, Vladimir Clan was responsible for the majority of their bloodline. They didn’t know what to do now that the Vladimir Clan was being punished for what the descendant had done. After all, taking either side would end in their deaths.

What Amber Dawn didn’t realize was that someone was staring at her. That was coming from Thana Daybreak, the Earl-ranked Vampire. Despite her expressionless face, her look toward the sibling is astonishingly compassionate.

However, most of the individuals in her factions were terrified and didn’t notice her strange conduct. Nobody in the Blood Clan noticed her unusual glance, except Esther Dawn and Asher Light. That’s why they wouldn’t let Amber go back to her dorm by herself.

Those who saw him directly were terrified and almost refused to stay at the academy, particularly the pupils of the blood clan who had previously followed Athan Vladimir’s example. When they realized they needed to speak with the Headmaster in order to leave the institution, most of them gave up and attended their classes obediently.

Individuals present that day informed their respective factions of Cassius Ambrosia’s true identity. Even the present Pope and the Vladimir Clan, which Luther D’Arcy had decimated, were taken aback and horrified. Who would have guessed that the headmaster of Genus Academy was a God-like being and the progenitor of the Blood Race?