“Hello boys and girls, I am your headmistress, Miss Ingrid. I am here on Principal Madam’s orders, and today I will be in charge of your beginner tests and mid-term tests.
First of all, I will explain the rules of the academy to the new admissions. You were all informed about the basic rules of the academy in your acceptance letters, but I will repeat them for you.
There are three main rules in this academy:
First, you can challenge anyone to a fight in the immortal arena. However, if you are found fighting with someone outside the arena, commoners will be expelled, and nobles will face a 5-day suspension.” she said with a straight face, showing no guilt or shame.
“What the fuck? She just said that like it’s a normal thing.” Anon murmured in a low tone.
“Yeah, it is. Nobles are treated with great respect inside the academy, while commoners are nothing more than mere ants here.” the elf girl spoke softly.
“Wow… that’s some next level discrimination she is engaging in,” Anon said as he chuckled.
“She is a noble herself,” the elf girl said, looking at the headmistress.
“Second, killing is not allowed on campus. If you are seen or found at a murder site, the teachers will immediately punish you. The punishment can range from expulsion to execution,” the headmistress continued.
“Let me guess… expulsion for nobles and execution for commoners, right?” Anon asked, looking at the elf girl.
“Yes. You catch on fast.”
“Nah, I just guessed that one and hoped I would be proven wrong, but it seems this academy is even worse than I thought it would be,” Anon said as his eyes twitched.
“Get ready for what’s coming,” the elf girl warned Anon.
“What’s coming next ?” Anon asked, confused.
“Just be prepared. I can’t explain it.”
“Third and lastly, don’t forget who you are. Nobles must remember that they have a reputation to maintain, and commoners must respect them in order to maintain peace.” the headmistress said, releasing a threatening and imposing aura towards every student, regardless of their noble status.
The threatening aura immediately transformed the hall into a somber place, as everyone fell silent and tried to withstand the oppressive aura without fainting or becoming sick.
The first ones to faint were some commoner girls and noble girls, but 70% of the students still stood in front, looking down in tension.
“Damn… This again. I don’t think I can handle it this time either. My mind feels like it’s going to explode. It’s as if someone is exerting a force of 1000 kgs from the outside of my body. I can’t- buahhh.” the guy threw up as he fainted.
The teachers immediately picked him up and carried him out of the hall.
‘So, this is the test.” Anon wondered as he felt strangely unaffected by the headmistress’s aura, remaining completely calm.
Anon quickly glanced at the elf girl behind him and noticed that she had been doing fine until now, but sweat had started to form on her forehead.
He smiled reassuringly at her and turned his back towards the headmistress.
Ingrid’s eyes scanned the room, landing on some noble students who remained steadfast without showing any signs of tension.
“Good, this time we have some gems. Let’s see how much pressure they can withstand,” she said with a slight smile.
Suddenly, the aura emanating from her body grew heavier with each passing moment.
“No… No… Just a little longer. Noooooo,” the elf girl behind Anon muttered before fainting and collapsing onto the ground. A female teacher swiftly picked her up and carried her out of the hall.
Curiously, Anon still felt no pressure from the headmistress’s aura.
‘What on earth is happening? Why am I not affected?’ Anon wondered.
“[Master, look at your demon crest],” Link informed.
Anon immediately glanced at the back of his right hand and noticed that the demonic tattoo was shining brightly in red.
‘Link, what is this?’ Anon asked.
“[Master, this is a protective array forged by the demonic gods within that crest. No aura can harm you as long as you have the will to fight],” Link explained.
‘Oh, really?’ Anon replied, a sense of relief washing over him.
“[Yes, but if you ever feel fear or become overwhelmed by your opponent, the pressure you feel will be doubled],” Link warned.
“So, that’s how it works,” Anon thought, a smile forming on his face as he boldly gazed at the headmistress.
Meanwhile, the headmistress focused her attention on two girls and five boys who stood strong within her imposing aura.
The first student was Samantha, the third daughter of the Witch House. Samantha possessed the unique ability to communicate with the dead, and it was rumored that she could harm others with her powerful witchcraft spells without even laying a hand on them.
Since the age of five, Samantha had been trained in witchcraft and witchwork, with her mother being a prominent feminist in this era. In their household, females were treated with superiority and respect, while males were treated more like dogs.
Samantha aspired to become a feminist like her mother and carry on the legacy as the future head of the Witch House.
Standing beside Samantha was Luna Warwood from the Martial House, a werewolf and the second daughter of her family. Luna’s goal in attending the academy was to excel in martial arts and prove that girls could break bones with the same intensity as boys.
Her ultimate ambition was to surpass her elder brother, who currently held the title of the strongest martial artist in both the kingdom and their family. Only by becoming stronger than him could Luna pave the way to becoming the first female head of her family. 𝓫𝓭𝓸𝓋𝓁．𝓬𝓸𝓂
Among the noble boys, there were three individuals who seemed unfazed by the headmistress’s aura.
The first was Jake, the sole son of the Witch House. Unlike his siblings, Jake had no desire to assume leadership of the family. He simply wished to lead a normal life at the academy and be treated as a man by his family, rather than as a dog.
Jake achieved mastery of basic witchcraft and witchwork spells at the age of 15. He came to the academy this year to further his studies and learn advanced witchcraft.
Standing on Jake’s right side was a man with red eyes and pale skin. His eyes had dark circles under them, as if he hadn’t slept in centuries. There was an unsettling and tense look in his eyes, accompanied by an awkward smile on his face.
This man was none other than Frank himself.
Frank had only one goal in life: to establish himself as the superior member of his family and eliminate anyone who opposed him. He relied more on violence than on peaceful resolutions. With the help of Anon and Mike, he orchestrated the demise of his father, or rather had him killed. In return, he made a trade with Anon involving his mother.
Now that his father was gone, only his brothers remained. However, two of them fled from the house on the same day their father was killed by Anon.
Frank now aimed to eliminate his remaining brothers in order to claim the position of the family head.
At this point, Frank appeared unaffected by the headmistress’s aura. However, in reality, he was beginning to feel the pressure on his body.
On Jake’s left hand stood a man with a muscular build and a cross emblem on his uniform. He was Ren L. Denver from the Denver House of Justice, the first son of the Denver Family and the heir to the family head position.
Ren’s mother, also known as the Great Mother of the Church, held significant power within their family. It was said that the Denver family had the ability to communicate with gods and could bring rain with a mere song, as well as command the sun to shine at their will. This family was believed to be favored by the gods, and they were blessed with good luck at the start of each year.
The Denver House played a crucial role in the war against the Demon Lord that took place 150 years ago.
Ren aspired to succeed his mother as the next family head, but he also sought personal achievements that he could proudly showcase after assuming the leadership of the Denver family.
The headmistress felt satisfied with the five candidates and shifted her attention to the Commoner section.
It was a grim sight.
Everyone in the Commoner section was vomiting and losing consciousness due to the overwhelming pressure.
The headmistress sighed and was about to redirect her gaze back to the Royal section when something caught her eye.
There was one person who wasn’t succumbing to the effects. Instead, he boldly looked at her with a smile, as if her aura meant nothing to him.
That person was none other than Anon.
‘Hmm…? A commoner who can withstand this much pressure? Who is he?’ the headmistress wondered.
“Heh…” Anon smirked, mocking the headmistress.
“You…” the headmistress uttered as she began to intensify her aura.