My Overpowered Demon System

Chapter 14: YVONNE

Yvonne’s finger was still pressed against the boy’s head.

"What’s your name?" She asked, her voice cold but still carrying an impossible allure.

"Valdren," the boy answered, his breath shaky.

His mind still reeled from Yvonne’s sudden appearance before him.

"Valdren, huh?" Yvonne repeated the name. "Why are you this scared? Your fear could have gotten you killed over and over."

She did not wait for his response. She moved to the next person with slow steps.

"Your name?"

"Sirris," the girl replied, her voice steady.

"You don’t check your environment. Are you a savage beast?"

Yvonne paused as she said those words, as if even she found it hard to believe.

"You lost forty points on your first day. That is the most I have ever recorded."

Sirris opened her mouth as if about to say something, but Yvonne did not spare her another glance.

"Your name?"

"Zuriel."

"You are, how do I even put it, the most reckless of all of them," Yvonne sighed. "Why are you overconfident and still this bad? Twenty points, with all that confidence."

Her voice carried enough weight that even the trees shook from her words.

"And I am tripling that loss. You have lost sixty points."

Zuriel’s head snapped up, his eyes locking with Yvonne’s.

"Do you want to challenge me?" Yvonne asked, furrowing her brows.

Zuriel raised his chest but kept quiet.

Yvonne shook her head as she walked to the next person.

"Azrael," he replied before Yvonne could even ask.

She smiled lightly.

"You overthink things. Learn to follow your instincts at certain times. Just seven points."

Everyone’s head turned to look at Azrael with shock.

Zuriel in particular was the most surprised.

If it were not for the rule that all instructors were forbidden from knowing the identities of the Patriarch’s heirs, he would have accused Yvonne of lying to earn Azrael’s favor.

"You," Yvonne said as she approached Zephyr. A smile rested on her lips as she studied him.

"This is a first in my entire history of teaching," she said, patting him on the shoulder.

"What’s your name?"

"Zephyr," he replied, his face wincing from the force of Yvonne’s pat.

"I will remember that."

With those words, Yvonne moved to the last two.

She had not announced any point loss for Zephyr.

The implication was clear. Zephyr had lost no points during the entire drill.

What were the chances of that?

"What’s your name?" She asked.

"Nyx," the girl answered with a bow.

"Improve on controlling your speed. You cannot just move without knowing when to slow down. Eighteen points."

"And you," she pointed at the last person without bothering to walk closer.

"Malaric," he replied.

"Your problem is your over reliance on pure strength. Do not be a brute. Eighteen points."

Yvonne walked toward the front again, putting distance between herself and the students.

"Now, for today’s class."

Those words triggered something behind her.

"A balance training that will push you to your absolute limit."

A wide, crazed grin spread across her lips.

Thousands of needle width platforms shot out of the ground behind her.

"The rules are quite simple. You make it to the next phase before you can continue."

Her grin widened further.

At this point she looked more like a monster than a demon.

"As for the points you lost, each one means you repeat the course once more." freewēbnoveℓ.com

She looked at them, waiting to see if they understood.

"Seems like you don’t," she sighed. "For every point lost, you repeat the training sequence."

The students’ eyes widened in disbelief.

It was at this moment they understood how deep their problem ran.

"The points you lose in this course will carry over to the next."

Yvonne’s grin eased to a casual smile.

"This is a five kilometer journey. I hope to only meet you at the end without having to save you repeatedly."

Those were the last words the students heard before Yvonne flickered.

The only thing they could make out were the afterimages trailing the air as she landed on each platform.

"Can’t believe she achieved that level of speed without essence," Azrael muttered.

"You might not know this, but she was holding back."

Azrael turned to his left.

Zephyr stood there, eyes calm and serene.

"If that is true, then she is insane," Azrael replied.

"She is hailed as the Mad Witch for a reason," Zephyr said, rolling his eyes.

"She even has a battlefield title?" Azrael wondered with surprise.

It was common knowledge that earning a title on the battlefield meant a person had reached a completely different level.

He could count on one hand the people he knew who carried such titles.

According to his memory, there was his mother, Abaddon, the first heir, and Dante.

Azrael’s thoughts lingered for a moment as the mention of his mother struck him.

He had not seen her once since transmigrating. ’Whatever,’ he thought.

"Azrael, why did you zone out?" Zephyr’s voice pulled him back.

"Was thinking of something," Azrael replied quickly.

Zephyr nodded slowly.

"And congratulations on not having to repeat the course," Azrael said, extending his hand toward Zephyr. Their palms met with a slight bang.

"Thanks. You will be done soon enough too."

Azrael nodded with a smile.

Then he turned to look back.

None of the other students had moved yet. They were all staring at the platforms before them.

Azrael’s eyes locked with Zuriel’s, and in that moment, time seemed to slow.

In Zuriel’s eyes there was nothing but pure malice, the kind that threatened to swallow everything it touched.

Time snapped back and Azrael smiled.

He raised his middle finger, high enough for Zuriel to see it clearly.

Zuriel bit down on his lips, blood seeping from them in slow drips. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"There seems to be hostility between you two," Zephyr said calmly.

"Me? Who gives a damn about him?" Azrael retorted.