Chapter 9: He’s Playing a Huge Chess Game!
The following morning…
Roan quickly washed up before bidding farewell to Father Jeffrey and the orphans. He began making his way back to the Demon King Academy, and he arrived at his destination just before lunch.
Unlike usual days, there were many opulent dragon carriages stopped in front of the humongous academy gates. Even the shabbiest carriage was pulled by a Gold-tier wyvern.
There were no more classes for the third and fourth-year students after the graduation ceremony, and they had no finals to prepare for either. Suddenly, the students found their usually busy lives becoming idle.
The scions, who had come to the academy just to build their portfolio, wouldn’t linger in their dormitories. They would at least return to their luxurious manors and enjoy their final holiday before giving their all for their futures.
Those who didn’t have strong connections and were unfortunate enough to be dispatched to the frontlines had already reported to the Ministry of War yesterday.
The countdown for their service duration began when they reported to the barracks. The earlier they began their service, the earlier they could maneuver their way into a desk job. If they were lucky enough, they might even be able to escape the battlefield.
The five-meter-long wyvern lay on the ground, eyeing its surroundings with lofty eyes as if a real dragon.
Among the carriages, Roan spotted a few rare hell pegasus, a species that he had only seen in his textbook thus far.