Chapter 981: 16.27 First Red Star - The Mansion at the Edge of Genus Academy.

At the edge of Genus Academy's Territory...

A mansion was placed away from the main region. The structure was built using historic architecture, comparable to Ca.s.sius Ambrosia's old dwelling in the middle of the Dark Forest. The mansion is covered and encircled by huge trees, creating a gloomy and scary atmosphere.

Since the race confrontation in front of the abandoned, Ca.s.sius Ambrosia has instructed Fenrir Skoll to relocate his greenhouse near the estate. Nevertheless, the latter did not relocate the old greenhouse and instead constructed new ones surrounding the home. Fenrir Skoll created a rose garden in the mansion's front yard and backyard, which he meticulously maintained since the flowers would be supplements for his wife and food for a finicky eater like him.

He was ready to gather a few flowers to prepare some sweets when he noticed Conri Lycaon standing outside his house's gates. As soon as their gazes connected, the student greeted him warmly.

Conri Lycaon greets, "Good Morning, Instructor Skoll. Is this your house?"

"Well, I live here; why are you here?" Fenrir Skoll said as he pruned a few rose plants. "Did you violate any rules, and your instructor teleported you here?"

"It's a little humiliating, but that did happen; I was unable to manage my emotions for a time and ended up being disrespectful. I was instructed to come here and received punishment from the Headmaster," Conri Lycaon revealed.

In invisible mode, System Yue pulled the mansion's gates open for the student. He knew Conri Lycaon had to go inside to face his punishment.

Clang~

"Go in by yourself," Fenrir Skoll says to student Conri Lycaon as he focuses on choosing the best flowers for today's dessert.

Conri Lycaon didn't seem shocked when the metal gates in front of him suddenly opened, and he entered the gates as instructed. He smiles at Instructor Skoll before heading inside to see the headmaster. He turned around before entering the home to see Fenrir Skoll's bustling figure. Because, for some reason, Instructor Skoll's appearance resembled that person's in his memories.

"Are you not going in?" said an uninterested voice from within the mansion.

Conri Lycaon turned around to see the headmaster dressed in homely clothing. That was a deviation from his customary black suit. He is currently dressed in modern attire consisting of a turtleneck, long yet loose black sleeves, and accented with gray slacks. His beautiful silver locks were tied back with a scarlet rose. It was obvious who made him wear these clothes and combed up his hair.

"Conri Lycaon, a student, greets the Progenitor of Blood."

"At Genus Academy, call me Headmaster, and follow me to my office," Ca.s.sius Ambrosia remarked, turning to look at Fenrir Skoll, who had just finished picking up some flowers for him.

"I shall be in the kitchen," Fenrir Skoll stated.

"It won't take too long," Ca.s.sius Ambrosia remarked as he returned to his office, followed by Conri Lycaon.

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At the headmaster's new office...

The office's interior was comparable to the previous one. There are bookshelves around the walls, an office table, and couches for visitors. Ca.s.sius Ambrosia sat on one of the couches and motioned for Conri Lycaon to take the other seat. The young werewolf king sat down and glanced at the man in front of him.

"What kind of rule did you break?" Ca.s.sius Ambrosia asks.

"I lost my anger and acted aggressively towards Instructor Luther," Conri Lycaon explained.

"First offense. Compose a reflection and repentance letter, then send it to your Instructor. You may return now," Ca.s.sius Ambrosia answered.

Ca.s.sius Ambrosia's statements indicate that he was requesting the young student to go. After all, he had already given him his punishment, so there was no need for him to stay at his house.

Conri Lycaon stepped up and gave his farewells properly. "I appreciate your time, Sir Headmaster."

Ca.s.sius Ambrosia responded, "Hm. Go on your way."

Conri Lycaon decides not to linger in the home any longer and leaves the office as soon as he completes his business. On his way, he encounters Fenrir Skoll, who was on his way to the office pus.h.i.+ng a tray packed with a tea set and little plates of rose-shaped chocolates for a snack. On the tray are two plates, one with a strong blood fragrance and the other made of plain handmade chocolate. The latter was intended for the visitor, Conri Lycaon.

Although utilizing the vessel of Conri Lycaon's foster father, Fenrir Skoll certainly had no intention of accepting this young man as his son in this world. After all, the original Fenrir Skoll is no longer alive, and the current Fenrir Skoll has no connection to the former. He treats him as if he were a stranger.

"Going back already. You've concluded your chat before I return. Well, if you like, you may take this platter of chocolates with you to munch on your way back," said Instructor Skoll.

The normal chocolates on the opposite dish were neatly wrapped in paper bags and given to Conri Lycaon. The student was forced to accept the present.

"Thank you, Instructor Skoll." Conri Lycaon said while he accepted the chocolates.

Fenrir Skoll nods and prepares to depart to meet his wife at his office and serve him some afternoon tea snacks. But before he could go, a corner of his clothing was caught. He turned around to see Conri Lycaon with his head bowed.

"Is there something wrong, student?" Fenrir Skoll inquired, but based on his phony smile, he clearly doesn't care.

Conri Lycaon immediately drew his hand back and said, "I'm sorry. I just want to ask the teacher if you know about the Fenrir Tribe's crest and its connection with a Luna. I was sent away before I finished my cla.s.ses, so I didn't hear the rest of this lesson. If possible, can the Instructor give me a summary?"

"Yes, I don't mind. It appears you already have a question in mind, so ask away. If I know the answer, I'll tell you," Fenrir Skoll said.

Conri Lycaon was afraid to pose the inquiry because it was a personal matter in his life. Yet he had no intention of hiding it from Instructor Skoll for whatever reason. Because he acknowledges him, particularly his aura and the fragrance of blood and sandalwood. This was the scent he frequently smelled around his foster father.

"Is there a reason for an Imprint Crest to fade but not disappear?" the young werewolf king eventually said.

"Yeah, but on whose side are you speaking?" inquired Instructor Skoll.

Conri Lycaon said truthfully, "The Luna's side."

"A faded mark means your Luna is dead. If it is completely gone, then even her soul has perished. If a mark remains on the body but the color has faded, it means that the vessel was Luna's original body but the soul is no longer in control. In short, the soul in that body is no longer just one but two." explained Instructor Skoll, his amused smirk visible in the corner of his lips.

Conri Lycaon was so flabbergasted that he didn't even see Fenrir Skoll's delighted expression. Instead, he was astounded by what he was hearing. He was told that Amber Dawn's body contains another soul and that the current Amber Dawn is not the former Amber Dawn. This is known as possession, and it may occur only if the original owner of the body chooses to end her life or if she is dying.

"Instructor Skoll, is it possible for her to reclaim her original body?" Conri Lycaon inquired.

"No. A person who died in his own body cannot return to that dead body; he can only wait for a new vessel to live on or enter reincarnation." Fenrir Skoll said, "Well, you better return now, I still need to prepare some refreshments for Ca.s.s."

"Thank you for your advice, Teacher Skoll!" said Conri Lycaon.

"No problem, just avoid everyone on your way here and go back," Fenrir Skoll remarked as he began pus.h.i.+ng his cart toward his wife's office, leaving Conri Lycaon alone.

Before leaving, the young werewolf king stares at the back of Instructor Skoll till he enters the office. He couldn't ignore the familiarity he felt towards this teacher, but he had no means of knowing his ident.i.ty with only his present strength. He eventually walks away from the mansion.

Ca.s.sius Ambrosia, who had heard everything, stared at Fenrir Skoll in the office while the man was preparing his drink. His face is expressionless, but Fenrir Skoll knows and can sense he was accused by his wife of fooling with the little werewolf.

"I didn't lie to the brat," Fenrir Skoll replied, "And everything I've told him is true."

"Was the soul of the female student replaced?" Ca.s.sius Ambrosia inquired.

"Her condition is similar to mine, in that the original owner of our vessels died before we took over, but unlike me, she is under the power of this world, whereas I am not," Fenrir Skoll explained.

"You are not under the jurisdiction of this world?" Ca.s.sius Ambrosia asked.

"I'm not; only you have authority over my life; whether you want me to die or live is up to you," Fenrir Skoll said. "But once my soul loses its vessel it is not possible for me to remain in this world."

"Why do you constantly claim I have influence over you?" Ca.s.sius Ambrosia said. "This Imprint Crest that emerged on my face, did you give it to me?"

"No, this was given to us as a blessing in our previous life," Fenrir Skoll remarked as he kneeled before his wife and placed his head on Ca.s.sius Ambrosia's lap like a kid seeking to be spoiled.

"You already knew who I was the first time you saw me, but you aren't permitted to tell me about it, right?" Ca.s.sius Ambrosia stated.

Fenrir Skoll said, "It's not that I can't say but... You wouldn't believe me even if I told you about it. After all, not everything in our previous lives has a happy ending."

"What do you mean? Hm?"

They both gazed out the window and saw a terrible scent approaching their house. Meanwhile, Conri Lycaon was on his way back to the main campus to attend his evening cla.s.s and write his reflection and apology letters when he came across a human wearing a red robe with an aura rich with light elements capable of suffocating him even as a werewolf. It demonstrates the disparity in power between Conri Lycaon and the middle-aged man in a crimson robe.

Conri Lycaon's reasoning was hampered by the strain as if he were under some kind of spell. He chewed his bottom lips to restore his sanity, but he still wobbled as a result.

Conri Lycaon's thoughts: 'A suppression that differs from that used by the Vampire race.

It is a restraint that uses divinity against those who are not demiG.o.ds.'

"Hoh Genus Academy is certainly a Neutral Land. Even a Werewolf King this young is wandering around without guards to protect him." Pope Kenan is led by Cardinal Darius and Cardinal Lemuel.

"Your Holiness... Did the Oath suppression have any impact on you?" Cardinal Lemuel said.

"Hm, it's incredible that it could confine me. It's not that I couldn't violently remove it, but doing so would make me the solitary enemy of the other species, so this old man wouldn't do it," Pope Kenan stated. "Young Werewolf King, you are fortunate. Go ahead, this old man's objective is not you this time. Leave!"

Conri Lycaon forces himself to go despite suffering internal injuries as a result of the Pope's oppression of him. He realized that the only reason he hadn't been killed by this cunning old guy was that the headmaster and Instructor Skoll were close. He even used his beast shape to escape this terrible old man's hands.

Pope Kenan Light didn't stop him and casually commented, "The young cub ran away; is this old man so scary?"