Three days had passed since Athan Vladimir was taken away by Luther D’Arcy. Conri Lycaon finally returned from his territory on this day. He’d studied every book in his father’s study and had only learned about the crest and the presence of the Luna. Yet he learned nothing about the meaning of the faded Crest.

He had just recently discovered Luna’s extraordinary existence. His

/her existence as a werewolf is extremely valuable. He can never live without the other half of his soul and his intended partner, especially when he finds him or her. A Luna is unique to a werewolf. When Luna is discovered, the entire tribe comes together to defend him or her.

This is because, once Luna was harmed, whoever his or her partner was, she or he would always pick her or him over all else. Above the tribe, above the werewolf’s own life. That’s how significant Luna is. That is why most tribes will defend a Luna from their tribe at all costs in order to maintain pack unity and avert tribal unrest.

Conri Lycaon was taken aback by the changes in class that greeted him when he returned to Genus Academy. Not only had Ashe Light’s penalties been increased to two weeks, but Athan Vladimir’s position was dire; no one knew whether he would be able to return to the Academy.

The identity of Headmaster Cassius Ambrosia and his relationship with Instructor Skoll is even more surprising. Would their relationship be simple if the Headmaster is capable of eliminating a portion of his bloodline just because one of his descendants misbehaved in front of Instructor Skoll? The headmaster’s overprotective affection for Instructor Skoll was obvious.

In the elite class, morning lessons…

Luther D’Arcy hasn’t come because the class hasn’t started yet. Conri Lycaon was surrounded by pack members who were reporting on what had occurred while he was absent. What he had discovered had still astounded the young werewolf king.

“You mentioned the female student, Amber Dawn, was hunted by the blood clan that day! Did you not heed my commands?” questioned Conri Lycaon.

“W-We did. We did, leader? We helped stop them from pursuing her, but we can’t do much against Athan Vladimir. He is much stronger than we combined. We did our best to keep his people back.”

“Don’t worry, leader. The human girl was not hurt since Instructor Skoll happened to be at the location where they chose to hide.”

“We’ve also made it a point to guard her in secret since that day, but… she doesn’t appear to be simple, since she spotted us looking over her.”

When they heard the rage in their young King’s voice, everyone in the Fenrir Tribe worried; as werewolves, they understood what the imprint crest meant to their pack. Amber Dawn’s chances of being a Luna of their tribe are relatively great, especially because she bears the same imprint crest as Conri Lycaon, which unexpectedly emerged on his hand.

“If she is not hurt then that’s okay. I will just check on her during break time. Any news about Athan Vladimir?” Conri Lycaon asked.

“As of now, except for the few old men in their clan perishing, the rest were spared, including Athan Vladimir. But I heard he was stripped of his title as the heir of the Blood Clan.”

Most students were taken aback by Luther D’Arcy’s unexpected appearance. They were even more taken aback when they noticed the student trailing behind him.

“No way… He looks too different from before.”

“His aura is much weaker today, but he does not appear to have been killed like his great-grandfather and the rest of his clan members.”

“Rumors say Vladimir’s bloodline is a stolen one, and because he enraged their Progenitor, their bloodline has been diluted to the point where he can only become a nobility class vampire and no longer a pureblood.”

Instructor Luther was followed by Athan Vladimir in class. Athan Vladimir appeared calm and bewildered, in contrast to his proud and arrogant image of himself. His eyes were suddenly vacant as he looked through the remainder of the scenery flashing before him.

Luther D’Arcy stood at the podium, while Athan Vladimir sat at the far corner of the room, clearly avoiding everyone.

“We will continue the teachings from the last time; we ended the history of the Blood Clan and will now go on to the history of the Werewolf Race,” the instructor continued.

This time they didn’t use any spells to open the books of the students and did it themselves. Instructor Luther still held the small and thin baton in his hands as he turned on the projector in class and started teaching.

“The Werewolf Race, also known as the Fenrir’s descendants, is a clan of demihumans who mutated with the rise of nature and gradually developed to have two forms: one human and one beast.”

“It was said that God Fenrir is the only beastman in the world. He had two bodies: his human form and his wolf form. Unlike the current Fenrir tribe in the current timeline, though they can use both their human and beast form they are incapable of using both at the same time, thus failing to use the full extent of the Fenrir Bloodline.”

Conri Lycaon suddenly raised his hand and asked, “Teacher.”

“Hm. What is it, Student Conri Lycaon?” asked Luther D’Arcy.

Conri Lycaon asked, “Is this history real? How come I haven’t heard any of this?”

“This is true. At that point, all of your Fenrir Tribe’s reference books were delivered by the Werewolf Ancestor, Lord Fenrir, and in order to offer equal knowledge across the three races, the leaders of each faction submitted proof of each race’s history,” Luther D’Arcy remarked.

He made the book in his hand fly in front of Conri Lycaon and the pupils, revealing an ancient yellowish book that appears to have been authored personally by Fenrir Skoll, since his signature was left on the book cover. Conri Lycaon would never mistake his father’s sloppy writing and would be taken aback when he read the Werewolf Ancestor’s signature.

Conri Lycaon abruptly rose up and apologized, “Pardon this one’s rudeness, and thank you for replying truly.”

“Hm. Sit down. Courses are still in class,” Luther D’Arcy said, dismissing Conri Lycaon’s sudden persecution and forgiving him as soon as he apologized.

Unlike Athan Vladimir, who was harsh and arrogant, this young werewolf king had grown up more mature than his peers. He understood when to charge and when to back down. He appears to be quiet in nature, but beneath this mask, he is highly cunning, which is unusual for someone his age. He was never impetuous and had excellent emotional control.

Luther D’Arcy cast a thoughtful gaze toward Conri Lycaon but made no additional comment. The young werewolf king is the most difficult to read and most suited to the leadership role of the three factions’ successors.

‘It’s no surprise that the Lord God opted to postpone the death of the original Fenrir Skoll. So, even if he did not meddle, this young man would develop into a fine leader in the future. In comparison between Asher Light, the romantic protagonist, and Athan Vladimir, the impulsive male lead. It would be preferable if he were the protagonist of this world instead.’ Luther D’Arcy’s current views.

“The Fenrir Tribe was blessed by the Beast God, who gave them speed and physical strength beyond the other two races. There is also a situational increase in strength for this race. During a full moon, their strength and speed would increase to 50% stronger than they originally are, and there is also a buff in regeneration during this time,” Instructor Luther continued.

“There is one special existence for the Fenrir Tribe. It is there Luna. Luna is an alpha female werewolf who is also the most important existence in the werewolf tribe. Well, there were no literal females in gender. They were called Luna because there are beings who had soul fate with a werewolf, regardless of what race they are born of. A Luna can be born as a human, a werewolf, or even a vampire.”

“There is what they call an imprint crest. It is a crest that they share with a werewolf. The characteristics of the crest would be determined by the two parties and the crest would be shared by the pair. It would have the same appearance as the other.” 𝗼𝐯𝗹．𝐞𝘁

Conri Lycaon was paying close attention when Instructor Luther began explaining the impression crest. This was the most important thing he wanted to learn, so he returned home to go over his deceased foster father’s study. He never expected he would hear it in a public lesson such as this one.

Conri Lycaon shouts, “Fading mark? Dead? This is absurd! Isn’t she still alive? You’re lying. Didn’t you say that if Luna died, the crest would fade and disappear? How come she’s still alive?”

Luther D’Arcy kept cool when he saw the young werewolf’s response since he already knew what this young man wanted to know. Amber Dawn’s white fading impression crest. Indeed, she is his Luna, but it was not the present soul that had a fated destiny with him, but rather the original Amber Dawn, who committed suicide of depression.

“Alive? But is she really the original owner of that body?” asked Luther D’Arcy.

Stunned and shocked, Conri Lycaon looked at Instructor Luther in disbelief, “What… Do you mean?”

“Interfering in class and acting rude towards your instructor. Go to the headmaster to receive your punishment. Scram!” Luther D’Arcy said.

Conri Lycaon was taken away by a blast of wind with a wave of his hand. He was sent to the gates of the house where the headmaster and Fenrir Skoll dwell after being kicked out of his class in the middle of the teachings.

The students who observed the young werewolf king being ousted were astounded. Conri Lycaon had already lost control of himself, but being sent away instantly by Luther D’Arcy made them recall Instructor Luther’s two rules. They should not be late for class and should not lose their manners. Conri Lycaon violated the second rule and was excluded from the class.

“Ah, so we will be sent to the Headmaster directly if we broke the rules.”

“So scary. I should remember the two rules in Instructor Luther’s class very well.”

Athan Vladimir observes the sight with disinterest. He can now see things more clearly than before after losing everything he is proud of in a single day. Factions and influence were meaningless at this School. Only rules are supreme. So he wasn’t shocked when Conri Lycaon was escorted out of class for violating the rules. After all, as compared to their Progenitor, Duke Luther is gentler for just booting Conri Lycaon out of class.

“He deserves it, but… to think he’d lose his anger over that crest.” Athan Vladimir murmured, “I assume the identity of that woman is much more than I imagined; I wonder which of Asher Light or Conri Lycaon would be able to have her. What a femme fatale…”