Free Web NovelChapter 27: The Battle Field
Meanwhile, back in the pristine, sun-drenched realm of Sanctora, the priest version of Lucien adjusted the smooth collar of his white-and-blue uniform.
His sister, Adeline, stood beside him, her eyes bright with a mixture of pride and possessive affection. "You ready for your first day at school, Lucien?"
Lucien gave a calm, measured nod. "Always ready."
He turned back slightly to bid goodbye to Aurora, who gave him a warm, soft smile, waving back gently toward Adeline as she watched them prepare to leave.
With a soft click of the carriage door, Lucien and Adeline settled into the plush seats, the enchanted horses pulling them swiftly toward the high spires of the Holy Academy.
When the massive, white-marble estate of the grand academy finally came into view, it looked less like a school and more like a celestial fortress.
They stepped down from the carriage, entering the towering archways of the main courtyard.
The moment Lucien’s boots hit the pristine stone, the atmosphere shifted. Every single step he took made girls halt in their tracks, turning their heads so fast their hair whipped around.
His cascading white hair looked purely angelic under the sunlight, and his mismatched red and greenish-blue eyes were so flawlessly captivating that a wave of stunned whispers instantly erupted from the crowd of female students.
Adeline noticed the shifting gazes immediately. A small, protective frown touched her lips, and she leaned in closer, wrapping her arms securely around his left arm.
"Who is that...?"
"He doesn’t look like a normal noble..."
"His aura... it feels strange."
Adeline’s expression tightened slightly as she heard the murmurs grow louder. She leaned in just enough for only him to hear, her voice carrying a sharp edge masked by sweetness.
"I hate the fact they’re drooling over you," she said, her eyes scanning the girls around them with clear irritation. Then she tilted her head closer to him, her smile turning faintly possessive. "You only belong to me... not these peasants." L
ucien glanced at her for a brief moment, unfazed, as though her words were just another passing breeze. He didn’t respond, which somehow made her expression soften instead of worsen.
Not far from them, Damian stood watching the scene unfold, his jaw tightened. His fists clenched slowly at his sides, but what could he do about it.
Adeline the girl he had obsessed over for years was smiling beside another man like that.
Like Damian didn’t exist at all. The veins in his hands tensed as his teeth gritted.
Before he could take a step forward, however, a soft hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. The touch was gentle, almost calming. Damian turned sharply, irritation flashing in his eyes, only to freeze the moment he saw her.
Perfect golden hair and perfect golden eyes that highlighted the features of her face. A beauty so striking it almost felt unreal.
Her expression was soft, almost curious at first, as if she expected a different reaction from him. "
Damian..." she began, her voice calm, but before she could finish, his expression darkened completely. He brushed her hand off his shoulder with a sharp movement, stepping slightly away from her.
"Get your hands off me before I kill you, Isolde," he said coldly, his voice low enough that only she could hear. There was no hesitation in it, no hesitation at all.
Isolde froze in shock.
Her golden eyes widened slightly as she stared at him, as if trying to process what she had just heard.
No one had ever spoken to her like that. Not even once. For a moment she didn’t move, didn’t speak, just stood there in stunned silence while Damian walked away as if she was nothing more than air.
Her gaze drifted back toward Lucien and Adeline. She saw Adeline smiling beside him. Saw how naturally close they looked.
And for a brief second, something sharp flashed behind her calm expression. "he’s so handsome...I see why he looks threatened, and i get to remember everytime why I hate you Adeline," she whispered quietly, her lips curling just slightly, though it wasn’t a smile that carried warmth.
Simultaneously, the dark version of Lucien stepped firmly through the roaring vortex of the Dominion Academy’s portal.
With a heavy thud of his boots, he and the massive crowd of devil applicants materialized on the other side.
The exam grounds were a stark, brutal contrast to the holy spires of Sanctora. They stood in a vast, desolate, and completely empty wasteland filled with jagged obsidian rocks, crumbling earth, and ancient stone pillars.
High above them, stretching as far as the eye could see, was a massive, transparent magical barrier. The proctors had erected it strictly to seal the area off, preventing any outside interference or to avoid fallen angels to interfere like they did in the exam of the Holy Academy.
Lucien stood in the center of the rocky wasteland, his pitch-black sclera absorbing the dim, eerie light of the sky.
He looked everywhere, his red and blue pupils scanning the nervous, trembling applicants weaponizing their mana around him.
Instead of showing a single trace of fear, Lucien just smirked.
Down in the rugged, desolate testing grounds of the Dominion Academy, the survival exam was turning into a bloodbath.
A massive, muscular applicant blocks Lucien’s path, his body expanding as a thick layer of rock armor covers his skin. "You’re the pretty boy everyone’s whispering about?" the guy roars, raising a massive stone fist. "Let’s see how your face looks smashed into the dirt!"
The guy rushes forward. Lucien doesn’t even bother to draw a weapon. He simply sidesteps the clumsy charge, drives a dark mana-infused elbow directly into the guy’s temple, and shatters his rocky helmet in an instant.
*CRACK.*
The internal safety array flares with a bright red flash, and the unconscious applicant vanishes into thin air.
The same pattern repeats with dozens of others. Within an hour, the area around Lucien is quiet, littered only with shattered weapons.
He leans his back against a jagged obsidian rock, sighing as he looks around the dusty horizon. "Is there seriously no one else worth the effort? This is getting tedious."
Suddenly, a violent, agonizing tremor strikes his mind. Lucien grips his head, his vision blurring as his skull feels like it’s being hammered from the inside out. "Damn it... what is happening over there?"
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