Chapter 50: Old Fashioned Amber
Amber leisurely walked out of her personal manor, which was located right outside the Academy, and made her way toward the garage.
As anyone who knew her would expect, her manor was built in the old style from the pre-Apocalypse era. Everything in her manor followed that same old-fashioned aesthetic, and she had even employed a few butlers and maids to take care of the property instead of relying on robots.
She opened the garage and smiled brightly upon seeing her car collection. Every single one of them could be considered old by modern standards, but she loved each and every one of them.
There were almost a hundred cars lined up in pristine condition, yet she still felt it wasn’t enough.
She chose one at random and walked toward it. It was a sleek, low-slung grand tourer with hand-stitched leather seats and an engine that purred like a predator ready to strike.
The car roared to life and sped onto the road, gliding out of the manor grounds. It didn’t take her long to reach the Academy’s main gate, which was heavily fortified with security measures, most of which were operated and monitored by the Gaia AI.
Amber stepped out of the car and looked around, her brows furrowing slightly. She let out a sharp snort and commanded in a cold voice, "Come out before I drag you out."
Her threat worked instantly. Four figures materialized before her, their eyes holding both wariness and a determination that said they were ready to fight her to the death if needed.
As the silence persisted, the atmosphere between them became thick with tension. Amber swept her gaze over each of them and asked, "White Eagle Mercenary?"
Their eyes flickered in shock, and they instantly went on alert, drawing their weapons. They couldn’t help but look at this woman in a new light.
They had already heard plenty about Amber, but they hadn’t expected it to be this suffocating to stand in her presence.
She wasn’t even moving aggressively or unleashing any killing intent, yet the pressure she exuded was enough to make even hardened mercenaries, who had seen the worst horrors the world could throw at them, feel like dropping to their knees.