Chapter 13(Academy Arc)
The apartment was silent—choked in darkness, the curtains drawn, the lights off.
Only the glint of blood shimmered in the glass held by the man lounging in the velvet armchair. He sat cross-legged, swirling the crimson liquid as though it were wine, savoring the scent with an aristocratic grace.
A sudden shift of shadows—then a blur materialized beside him.
A kneeling figure appeared, clad in black from head to toe.
"My Lord," the figure said, head bowed.
The man didn’t look. He simply raised the glass to his lips and took a slow sip.
"What’s the news?" His voice was cold. Eerie. Like something that belonged in a crypt.
"The attack on Etherlight Academy has failed," the figure replied, voice steady. "Just as you predicted."
A smile tugged at the corner of the lord’s mouth, faint but sharp.
"Of course it did. Blowing up the academy? Childish," he said. "The humans aren’t that weak. But it served its purpose. A distraction... while the real pieces move."
"They’re all in place, my lord," the figure confirmed. "Everything is set. When do we begin?"