Chapter 33: Scent of Corruption
At first, Azrael thought that the man was lying. After all, if what he had claimed was true, he should have felt the most happy when he was being stared at by the moon—it was of the Genocide Danger Level, after all.
But then again, why would Victor make up such a pointless lie?
’It’s better to take his words at face value and act accordingly,’ he concluded, eyes scanning the gathered Chosen.
Students at the Marked and Proven Ascension Levels were present, their instructors—even principal Arthur—didn’t seem worried. There were some that looked bored out of their minds, but otherwise nothing stood out to him.
He gritted his teeth. It wasn’t like he could just get off the podium in the middle of principal Arthur’s speech on a whim. That could spell disaster.
In his search for any kind of irregularity, his eyes stopped at the members of the other school. Particularly the two that had scored higher than him, Seraphina and Isolde.
Both seemed relaxed. Calm. Not like people who sensed imminent danger.
Until Isolde’s head moved abruptly, her blind eyes locking onto something. Her body trembled, displaying a sigh of worry, as she took Seraphina’s sleeve and pulled her closer in the form of a warning.
Azrael frowned, following her line of sight. His eyes landed on an unremarkable-looking Marked student—eyes closed, nothing visibly unusual.
’Wait,’ his eyes widened. ’This is the first time I am seeing this uniform.’
It was green, just like the ones worn by the Moon Breakers—but something was missing. The two insignias that should have been stitched on both sides of the chest were gone.
Now aware of the discrepancy, he began noticing more. Dozens of people wore similar imitations—green uniforms, eyes shut, lacking proper insignias.