The Alverians.

Every single one of them was red haired and had a bloodline related to plants. This particular bloodline was what made each of them have unmatched talent in the art of rune making.

Despite the fact that they were a family focused on alchemy and making potions, they were all still able to fight and even go as far as to match other members of warrior families.

This was why as soon as Atticus heard about the breakdown of the attack on Aurora, he had thought it incredibly odd that the Alverian family bloodline and Resonara family bloodline hadn't been included.

Even the Stellaris family, a family he had previously suspected were the perpetrators behind the attack, had been included. Although most of the attacks were illusions, it had been odd.

It was as though the attackers wanted to avoid anything that would link to the Alverian family. And just so that it won't look completely glaring, they had chosen to include another family, the Resonaras.

But now, it was completely clear that the Alverians had been the mastermind all this time. And as soon as Atticus came to this conclusion, his head suddenly snapped to the side, his icy gaze landing on the form of Lila, who was seated just a few seats away from him.

Lila suddenly shivered.

'What the fuck is that?' Her thoughts raced. She had been listening attentively to Isabella's lecture, and then she suddenly felt something cold caressing her form.

She turned her gaze around trying to find the cause, and as soon as she turned towards her left, her form abruptly froze, her whole body immediately trembling.

Her gaze had just locked onto the piercing blue eyes of a particular white haired boy sitting between Zoey and Kael, Atticus.

And it goes without saying that the coldness in Atticus' gaze, currently focused on her, was enough to make many bladders loose.

At that moment, there was only one thought that came to her head: the Nebulon family youth that Atticus had brutally beaten and tortured in front of the whole class.

Atticus had been looking at him the same exact way too before he unleashed his wrath. And now he was giving her the same look, and she could even subtly feel it; he was even more angry.

'W-what d-did I do?' Lila's thoughts trembled. She currently wanted nothing more than to run away, but her two legs kept on vibrating with intensity, none of them willing to listen to her.

She would have even liked to think that Atticus wouldn't go as far as he did with the Nebulon youth considering that she was a girl, but the words he said to her on the first day of class kept on playing in her head: her gender or beauty didn't matter.

Atticus hadn't been one to like wasting time on things. He had just found out that the Alverians had been the ones responsible for the attack on him, and even more glaring was the fact that the boy he had identified was most definitely in Lila's division.

Every single piece of evidence pointed to her, and Atticus would see to it that she and the entirety of the Alverian family youths regretted their actions.

Lila clenched her fist hard, trying her hardest to regain her composure. She had never been one to panic like this.

Her heart was still racing, but she regained a semblance of clarity. Sweeping her gaze around, the whole class was still ongoing as though she wasn't currently undergoing a world-

ending crisis.

The moment Lila's thoughts gained a little clarity, she immediately focused her attention on her space ring with as much subtlety as she could muster, a round green seed-like item appearing in her hand.

And as swiftly as lightning, she threw it into her mouth, immediately swallowing it.

'I have to be ready to commit suicide,' these words were the only thing that kept ringing in her head.

She had no intention of going through what Atticus inflicted on the Nebulon youth.

What she had just taken was called Mortisprout. Yes, poison.

It was a type of poison that would instantly react and kill her as soon as she actively utilized her mana. Many would be surprised by her actions, but Lila had always been a decisive person.

The poison was already in her system, and as soon as she saw any signs of Atticus moving, Lila would react and move her mana immediately.

Of course, Atticus had seen her throwing something inside her mouth, and with how fast he was, he could've easily stopped her. This had been what he wanted to do, but just as he wanted to move, something had made him pause.

It was a passing thought, a thought that many would dismiss considering the amount of proof stacked up against Lila, but considering how fast his brain was working, the passing thought was basically a decade-old thought to Atticus. He had dissected and gone through every possible scenario in under a second.

Yes, Lark was an Alverian and had been talking with Lila, but did that mean Lila was responsible? The majority of people would say yes, and honestly, Atticus would love to do the same.

But now that Atticus had found out that the Alverian family was responsible, it had made Atticus turn his focus towards them, the whole Alverian family in essence.

Yes, Lila had some sort of beef with him, and while it was true that she had been looking at him murderously, no matter how much Atticus thought, he couldn't comprehend her going so far because of what had happened during those years, unless she was truly deranged.

Not even he, who was so vengeful, would have done something like this.

Plus, considering how he had met her; she had helped a random stranger when he was getting attacked because it was the right thing to do.

Except she had gone through a drastic change in personality, Atticus was forced to believe that she could not accept the enslavement of 100 youths.

In coming to this conclusion, Atticus's thoughts were forced to spiral and think outside the box. It made him think about just who else he knew about in the Alverian family again.

It didn't take long for Atticus to come to a conclusion: the youth he had met a few years ago, the same youth he had sparred with and effortlessly defeated in front of everyone in the estate, Lila's brother, Dell Alverian.