Chapter 975: 16.21 First Red Star - Elite Cla.s.s's First Instructor.

The lord unexpectedly stated with skepticism and surprise, the ghoul who was presently reporting was unsure whether to continue speaking. He can just keep his lips shut until he is asked to resume his report. Athan Vladimir was still stunned when he heard about Conri Lycaon saving a human. Conri Lycaon was the quietest and most mature of the three successors of the three factions, but he is also the cruelest.

He was capable of ordering the a.s.sa.s.sination of his own foster father in order to obtain the position he desired. Athan was aware of this since rumors inside the blood clan were all conveyed to him. He also understood that in exchange for this favor, Conri Lycaon gave up a portion of the territory that the Blood Clan desired the most. Thus he knew exactly how the Werewolf Ancestor died. According to reports, this ferocious werewolf king had personally protected a human female. Furthermore, he had done it himself.

Athan Vladimir couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Finish the report; at the very least, you should know why that obnoxious mutt rescued that person right?" Athan Vladimir said.

"Yes, Sire. They stated it was because Conri Lycaon noticed a strange crest on that female's hand, in the shape of an Azalea flower. As for the meaning of this crest, the spy claims he doesn't know and it is tied to the Fenrir Tribe's treasure."

"A treasure?" Athan Vladimir's lovely face revealed a devious smirk. He seemed to have discovered a new and intriguing toy. "Let's proceed with your report."

"Yes, about the Holy Son of the Templar Temple. It seems he treated that human girl quite well. After the incident where the girl almost died, the Holy Son personally went to the School Headmaster to send a report requesting for the suspects to be expelled."

"However, it appears that rage had affected his head and almost attacked the Headmaster, at which point Instructor Skoll arrived, breaking the holy son's wrist and almost killing the two cardinals. According to witnesses, the Instructor didn't even move a finger, but an extremely suffocating and heavy aura had hit the Cardinals to unconsciousness. They were badly injured and were half-dead."

"The connection between the Headmaster and Instructor Skoll isn't simple. Warn the other not to harm the Headmaster at any cost," Athan Vladimir said, a wince on his face clearly recalling the unknown force that swiftly transformed the ghoul into dust this morning. He wasn't sure whether he was seeing things, but he noticed a little puff of black fire that lasted for a second on that ghoul's body before turning to ashes.

"My Lord, the last report is about a human called Amber Dawn. She is an orphan with only one elder brother, Archbishop Esther Dawn, who is a subordinate of the Holy Son. Her parents were supposed to have died from a mission years ago. He is a Vampire Slayer."

"But the spy in the Templar Temple claims differently; he says Vampire Slayer Richmond was put up in the underground dungeon beneath the Templar Temple itself, and the Temple isn't willing to execute him because he used to be a Cardinals Cla.s.s Vampire Slayer."

"But, he had broken a temple taboo for which the spy has yet to discover the explanation, and he is still alive and imprisoned underground at the prison's lowest stratum."

"Nothing is known about the mother of the two; it appears that Richmond destroyed all of her data before he was apprehended; no one knows if she is alive or not."

"Do the siblings know about their father?" Athan Vladimir inquired.

"The elder brother knows since he is a Templar Temple member, but the woman is simply an average human. She had no idea about her parents and a.s.sumed they both perished in some mission."

"That's great; this information will come in handy." Excited, Athan Vladimir's mood improves.

"You can continue your tasks while keeping an eye on those people's movements."

"Certainly, my Lord!"

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Morning, the new day...

At the renovated cla.s.sroom of the Elite cla.s.s, all students of the three factions had gathered except that there was only one heir in the cla.s.s that was present. Athan Vladimir plans to taunt the two nemeses of his about falling in love with a human girl. Never had he expected that the two wouldn't be around the next day.

His good mood fades at this scene, "Where the h.e.l.l are those two?!"

"My lord, I've asked around them..."

The ghoul's statements were abruptly cut short when two teachers entered the room, one of them being Instructor Skoll, who appears bored as he yawns into the room. The teacher that the headmaster had hired for them would be behind him. The special human and werewolf students didn't react much when they saw another instructor, because the Headmaster had already stated that Instructor Skoll isn't competent at teaching and that another teacher would help him.

Nevertheless, when the new instructor appeared, the Vampires reacted violently. The new teacher looks stunning in the instructor's tri-color suit of white, gray, and black. His pale skin matched that of Athan Vladimir and his party; they were clearly related.

The man's lengthy half-braid waterfall-style plait and dark chestnut hair made him appear a little feminine, yet Adam's apple on his neck proved he is a male. A pair of enticing purple eyes were hidden behind a monocle that hung on his attractive face. Luther D'Arcy is from the Blood Clan/. A vampire of the Duke cla.s.s. He is the Vampire Progenitor's only direct subordinate.

"Why is he here?" mumbled the young monarch of the night.

Athan Vladimir's eyes widen as he glances at the duke of his clan, shocked to the core. He may be the next successor to the blood clan as their king, but no one in their Vladimir clan is capable of fighting him. So, unlike his great-grandfather, who took the Progenitor's blood to become a vampire, this individual was personally turned by their ancestor.

There are two paths that a pureblood vampire can take. The first is to be recognized by the Progenitor, and the second is to steal his blood when he is sleeping. Only the blood of the Vampire Progenitor can create pureblood vampires, whereas only purebloods can create n.o.ble-cla.s.s vampires, and only the n.o.bles can create ghouls. The Blood Clan's hierarchy is as follows.

The distinction between these two types of pureblood is that the latter have the same power or skills as a n.o.ble vampire, but they are capable of bloodline suppression. The former, on the other hand, outperformed all vampires except the Progenitor in terms of strength and bloodline suppression. The latter was Vladimir Clan, while the former was Duke Luther D'Arcy.

This is also why Athan Vladimir is terrified of the Duke. Because he is a vampire second only to their progenitor and far more powerful than his great-grandfather. Because the D'Arcy Clan had no progeny, he became the strongest and sole successor to the Blood Clan's position as Monarch of the Night.

Fenrir Skoll stood at the podium in the center of the cla.s.sroom, ignoring the hubbub around him. Luther D'Arcy stood alongside him.

For the microphone test, tap the mike. "Tap* Good afternoon, Elite Cla.s.s. Did you enjoy your half-day rest yesterday? Well, before I introduce you to your new teacher, I'd like to inform you that Student Asher Light will be suspended for a week and will not be able to come to cla.s.s, while Student Conri Lycaon had requested a three-day leave, which was approved, and would also rejoin cla.s.s once his leave is over," Fenrir Skoll announced.

These two bits of news caused quite a stir in the cla.s.s. Others were gloating at the human faction, while the werewolf faction was likewise unwilling to fight because their leader was not there. However, the vampire group was abnormally silent as they bowed their heads, especially to avoid looking the new instructor in the eyes. Even Athan Vladimir had remained silent.

Knock. Knock.

"Quiet. I will now present one of the Instructors who will educate you while in this Academy. There are three instructors for the Elite Cla.s.s and each of them was from your factions to minimize complaints for prejudices," Fenrir Skoll says, knocking on the platform.

"Here is your teacher from the Blood Clan," he remarked, then looked at Luther D'Arcy and added, "You may manage the remainder from here; I will return if something goes wrong with the cla.s.s."

"Yes, I will carry out the Progenitor's instruction," Luther D'Arcy said, lowering his stance and bowing before Fenrir Skoll with his right hand over his chest. "I will do my duty thoroughly."

"Do well." Fenrir Skoll just nods his head and walks away. He takes his leave intending to see his wife as he has nothing to do much at these times.

Even after Instructor Skoll had left, there was silence. It wasn't like every student here knew who the instructor before them was. Yet, watching the terrified reaction of the proud young king of the blood race, even others who weren't as astute instantly realized how dangerous the person in front of them was.

But the aura around this teacher was not as lofty and oppressive as that of their Instructor Skoll, they couldn't resist the calmness inside those purple eyes. It was so captivating that people couldn't take their gaze away. A quiet allure of beauty. Nevertheless, as with all beautiful things, the more exquisite a being or thing is, the more deadly it is.

He's like a nightshade flower: Beautiful yet poisonous. An individual who was capable of taking their own life without their knowledge. After all, complete quiet may be as unsettling as a loud noise. Like if you were being preyed on by a predating serpent that could bite you at any time.

Luther D'Arcy remained still in front of the upper-cla.s.s students. His aura was suffocating, highlighting the disparity in power between him and the other students in the cla.s.s. This is what the school's princ.i.p.al had instructed him to do. As one of the teachers in a cla.s.s full of young masters, young kings, and exceptional beings, it is preferable to demonstrate the difference in power and get control of them ahead of time. Like how the original duke did with Athan Vladimir.

His motions were graceful, as if n.o.bility was in his blood. His stance demonstrates his self-esteem and confidence in his own abilities. His eyes were acute and probing, as though every sight was within his calculations. Athan Vladimir's replies reveal his true ident.i.ty. His initial impression reveals his proclamation and his aura demonstrates his strength. While his eyes instill terror and cause obedience.

"My name is Luther D'Arcy, and I am the Blood Clan's sole duke-cla.s.s Vampire. I was invited here to be one of the Elite Cla.s.s's professors, and it is my pleasure to meet you."

As he was introduced, the students couldn't refrain from grumbling. The students, regardless of faction, had become humble after discovering his true nature. Neither one of them has the ability to defeat such a monster. In his cla.s.s, they could only conform and be truthful.

But, one of the students raised his hand, his gradual climb expressing his reluctance. This student was now the only one among the students who had the authority to ask such a man a question.

"Duke D'Arcy, did 'him' invite you to come here?" Athan Vladimir inquired.

"Indeed, the School Headmaster asked 'him' for a teacher and sent me here, as well as one from the Fenrirs and Mortals. You will meet the rest of the instructors after this week since we had arranged to switch places every week," Luther D'Arcy said.

When he heard the response to his question, the young monarch was shocked. The others have no idea who this 'he' is they are referring to. But, when the other students saw Athan Vladimir's fearful demeanor, they recognized the gravity of the situation. The young vampire king was stunned and made speechless by what he just heard.