“Master Keylan! Please forgive us! We lost our heads to greed and shame. We begged the Founder to forgive us one more time!” Plead all the members of the Templar Temple from Earl Elena Martel’s side.

Members of the Templar Temple who had become heretics were now kowtowing before Keylan Light. They didn’t even dare to raise their heads for fear of encountering their founder’s displeased expression. They were aware that the Templar Temple was founded to guard the human race from other races. After all, humans are significantly weaker than the other races.

They lacked the ability to regenerate like the vampire race and the power of a beast, the werewolves have. The Templar Temple was founded as a result of Keylan Light’s beseeching of the Heavens. But, the essence of humanity does not alter, particularly when they have a steady existence after all of their difficulties. Most of them are motivated just by their desires. Desires for authority, power, fame, and other things. There are really too many things to mention.

Keylan Light didn’t say anything immediately away. He even diverted his attention from the Temple’s young ones. He was completely dissatisfied with what they had just done.

“Is your position so important that you will kill for it? Should I just destroy the very thing I created with my own hands instead? Sigh~ you guys have changed too much and in such a very short time.” Keylan Light said.

His longevity is linked to the life of the world for him, who had become a Demigod. Keylan Light will never die as long as this world and the Heavenly Laws remain. He is immortal, unlike the outsider Gods such as Fenrir Skoll and the others. He is merely a God in this world.

Earl Elena Martel saw that things were not going as planned. She had no choice but to play her final trump card and summon her death minions. Minions she had personally trained and who would never oppose her instructions. Even if she commanded it, these men would execute it without hesitation.

“Tsk! Take that bastard down!” Commanded Earl Martel as another group jumped out of the shadows and surrounded Keylan Light.

She obviously intended to kill everyone in her path, and she didn’t believe that such a young man was the founder of the Templar Temple, after all, this priest is too young. Yet even before these vampires came into contact with Keylan Light, they all burst into blood, startling everyone in the neighborhood. Earl Elena Martel began to tremble when she watched such a scenario. When vampires employ blood as a medium, they do not instantaneously transform into a mist of blood.

This blood mist erupted like fireworks, indicating that someone had applied so extreme suppression that even their vessel couldn’t hang on to life. In this world, such blood suppression can only be accomplished by a single being. The Blood Progenitor, Cassius Ambrosia.

Cassius Ambrosia, the headmaster, had descended from the damaged roof. He is still dressed elegantly as if he has just returned from an important meeting. His look was non-existent, and his entire aura was chilly. Duke Luther D’Arcy arrived three steps behind him and went down on one knee, politely welcoming his master’s arrival.

Duke Luther says, “This duke apologizes for failing the Master’s orders to protect the heir. Please punish me.”

“Stand up. You did your best. You cannot fight these many alone.” Cassius Ambrosia said.

Lowering his head in reverence, Duke Luther stood up after receiving a pardon and said, “Thank you, Master. For forgiving this servant.”

Even those under Earl Martel were terrified when Cassius Ambrosia emerged. This is a dread inherited from their ancestors. After all, Cassius Ambrosia is the reason they exist. They began to shake in the presence of the Headmaster. Cassius was exerting coercion quietly; all he had to do was rule out an aura as the Progenitor. Regrettably, it also impacted children, causing Esther Dawn, Asher Light, and Conri Lycaon to struggle to breathe. Only a pureblood would be able to move in the presence of the Progenitor. Luther D’Arcy and Amber Dawn, for example.

Duke Luther whispered to the Progenitor, “Master, there are students in the area.”

“Send them back to rest. The others must stay here to receive their punishment. No exceptions.” The headmaster, Cassius Ambrosia stated.

Luther D’Arcy said, “Yes, Master.” He was about to leave when he heard a sound transmission directly in his head. It was coming from Fenrir Skoll who was watching the scene unfold before his eyes.

‘Grab that fool and let him stay here to work with you, Yun Ming.’

‘Whatever you desire, Lord God Ye.’ Luther D’Arcy replied to Fenrir Skoll’s sound transmission before departing with the children. He only grabbed Genus Academy students such as Amber Dawn, Esther Dawn, Asher Light, Contri Lycaon, and Athan Vladimir who were assisting them in the shadows.

Just the adults remained behind after the children had departed. The region has fallen silent, and stress has spread among the living. They currently have two live ancestors in front of them. It is quite hard to defeat an Ancestor of an entire race with only a few hundred men, regardless of side.

Earl Elena Martel already had the heart to betray her lord for power, which is usual for the vampire race. Elena Martel believes the Progenitor is on the side of her opponent since he picked Thana Daybreak’s daughter as his successor. She simply couldn’t accept it.

Her heart rebelled and she did such a thing.

Earl Elena Martel shouts, “Why!? Why did you choose Thana Daybreak’s daughter as your successor!? You said you don’t care about us and that we may do anything we want as long as you don’t get involved. Why are you showing up here now and preventing me from doing what I want!!?”

Cassius Ambrosia stared at her for a bit before thinking then asked, “That child… Daughter of Thana Daybreak? Who is that?”

As they heard the words of the Progenitor of Blood, everyone was silent. They initially believed he was joking, but when they saw his typical expressionless self with a hint of uncertainty in those silver eyes, they understood he was telling the truth. He wasn’t lying when he stated he’d never met Thana Daybreak. When he dropped from the sky, Keylan Light, who was witnessing the incident, laughed. No one in the Templar Temple would dare to make a move as long as he is around. The two bishops and their supporters were all on their knees, awaiting punishment in silence.

Hahaha~

“So it wasn’t a joke when you said you only know one person from those who are under you. Do you even know you have a lot of kin made by diluting your blood?” Keylan Light asked. He was obviously entertained by the situation they are in at the moment.

Cassius Ambrosia responded, “I only approved one kin and that is Luther. But even though that child wasn’t my direct kin, I just gave him a bit of blood to be reborn when he was dying at that time. Oh, there is also that one human who stole my blood. But lately, I can sense that human anymore. He must be dead. As for the rest, Luther handles everything about the race. I never cared.”

“How about the Nobles!? Do you not know anything about us!?” Asked Elena Martel.

Cassius Ambrosia answered, “No.” This single word was said without hesitation and it was hard to believe he is lying instead. ．

“Well… It is hard to remember things, especially if you live for a long time. I understand your feeling, Cassius Ambrosia.” Keylan Light said.

Cassius Ambrosia stares at Keylan Light and didn’t expect him to become young again after all these years especially when he last saw him as a saying old man, “The last time you are an old man. Now you are young again. Did you talk to the heavens to keep you here?”

“Yes, I am now the Guardian God of the whole world though you and your partner are still a lot stronger than I am.” Keylan Light said

Cassius Ambrosia said, “I don’t care. I only came here to keep the oath we three had sighed together. Since you are in charge of Judgement check if they all must be punished for breaking the laws of the Academy.”

“Sure~ actually they are all guilty as it is. There is actually no need to check. Let’s get your partner to do his work.” Keylan Light said.

A lot of information was being revealed in front of their eyes, but Elena Martel and the others couldn’t help but be stunned in astonishment. She didn’t believe at first that, that young human priest is the founder of the Templar Temple, but now seeing that he can converse with their Progenitor without difficulty, Earl Elena can only accept what she is witnessing. This young priest is not only the founder of the Templar Temple but also the God that protects this whole world.

Earl Elena Martel’s thoughts, ‘That young priest is really Keylan Light, the first Pope of the Templar Temple?! Impossible! Didn’t they say that he died from old age 200 years ago!?’

Although Keylan Light and Cassius Ambrosia were having their own discourse, the Fenrir Race, commanded by Elder Vanu, was completely disregarded from the moment Keylan Light came. Even though he thought they were looking down on him, he was able to keep his wrath under control at first. Yet a long period had gone, and no one had noticed or cared about him.

As if he doesn’t even exist. The thing he despised was being ignored. No one in that location respected him as the youngest elder of the Fenrir Tribe. The other elders either look down on him or don’t care about him because he was born with a weaker physique than the other werewolves. That’s why he took advantage of the chance presented to him by Earl Elena. He wanted to demonstrate to his tribe that he can be regarded as powerful even if he is not among them.

Elder Vanu was likewise trembling with hatred, with veins on his neck protruding to demonstrate how much he couldn’t control his emotions.

“How much longer are you going to ignore me?!”

He forced his experimental werewolf cubs to attack Cassius Ambrosia and Keylan Light against their will. They had all transformed into beasts and jumped toward the two. Watching a Werewolf pack jump on them startled Keylan Light, but Cassius Ambrosia remained expressionless.

Awooof!

A raspy and chilly voice resonates across the region. The person speaking was obviously irritated by the spectacle of something assaulting Cassius Ambrosia. A massive shadow appears above Cassius Ambrosia and Keylan Light. A huge black wolf emerged behind Cassius Ambrosia, pawing the wolf cubs away from the headmaster.

BANG!

Whimper. Whimpers.

These werewolf cubs plummeted on the icy ground, shaking and with numb bodies from the collision. Fenrir Skoll clearly did hold back, since only some of their bones were fractured. The massive black wolf with red irises hooked a paw around Cassius Ambrosia and flung Keylan Light away under everyone’s sight.

Fenrir Skoll who just pawed off the young priest, “Keep your distance.”

“I didn’t even touch him!” Complained Keylan Light.

Fenrir Skoll is a hundred times larger than a typical adult wolf. Everyone was taken aback by his abrupt appearance since he was so eye-catching. Elder Vanu identified their Fenrir Tribe’s Ancestor right away. He was taken aback and wondered how someone who was believed to be dead could suddenly emerge in front of him, seeming more powerful than before. At the very least, this Werewolf Ancestor no longer appears seriously ill and has grown stronger than Vanu recalls.

“A-A-Ancestor…” Call Elder Vanu. “How… How can you still be… alive? The funeral…”

He was looking at Fenrir Skoll as if he had seen a ghost. After all, for the Fenrir Tribe, The Werewolf Ancestor had died and even attended his funeral and saw his dead body before it was cremated. How come he would appear in front of Elder Vanu alive and kicking?