’I’m never facing that thing again! Anyone else who wants to take it on can go ahead, just don’t count in’ mbeli firmly thought to himself.
Therefore, as he looked at the slowly rising headmaster Vinarola, mbeli released his draconic aura once again, expressing his strong opposition.
Upon seeing this, Vinarola could only lower her head anxiously.
She didn’t understand why the revered Dragon King would oppose such a beneficial proposal. However, since the deity of her heart had expressed his refusal, she, as a faithful follower, should not question any further.
Perhaps, in the eyes of the Dragon King, the current crisis caused by the abyssal demons is rely a test for the world.
The great Dragon King would only take action when a real crisis lood.
In any case, she couldn’t understand the Dragon King’s thoughts; she only needed to follow his arrangent quietly.
"Understood, Lord Dragon King. I’ll let the higher-ups in the Church know your feelings," said Vinarola.
With that, under the fairly satisfied gaze of mbeli, Vinarola slowly rose and began to retreat, preparing to leave the sacred palace.
However, when she turned and looked toward the front door, Vinarola was imdiately taken aback. Her brows furrowed, dissatisfaction apparent in her eyes, and even a hint of anger erged spontaneously. The reason for the headmaster’s anger was simple: How could soone have intruded into the sacred palace at this mont, the place where the Dragon King was ditating?
Glaring at the figure who had appeared at the entrance unexpectedly, Vinarola involuntarily clenched her fists, angrily questioning:
"Archbishop Mokaro! Why are you here?"
While she was angry, she was even more shocked deep inside.
’How did he get in?!’
At this mont, a handso man dressed in platinum-colored Archbishop’s robes and with a golden braid, appeared gracefully at the entrance of the forbidden palace. He was walking elegantly towards the interior of the palace.
His deep blue eyes were mysterious and beautiful, his features distinct. He had a straight nose, thin lips, and sword-like eyebrows that frad a few strands of black hair falling onto his temples. His figure was so flawless it was beyond criticism.
In terms of appearance alone, among all the n Vinarola had ever t, other than the briefly encountered "Son of Destiny," none could compare to him.
"Why are you here, Archbishop Mokaro?"
Yes, the man before her was Mokaro-Bafiya, one of the high-ranking archbishops of Asumos Church. He was the ssenger who had specifically co to Luminous Royal Academy to propose sothing to her.
’Shouldn’t Mokaro be waiting in the VIP room? Why has he appeared directly in this forbidden area?’
’What about the guards outside the? Are they not doing their job?’
’Or did Archbishop forcibly barge in?’
Trusting her subordinates, Vinarola didn’t want to believe the first possibility. Gradually, her level 7 aura began to erge around her.
She stopped treating him like a special guest and displayed clear hostility.
Anyone who intruded into this sacred land, who disrespected Lord Dragon King, couldn’t possibly be treated courteously by Vinarola.
"Archbishop Mokaro, stop right there. This is the restricted area of our academy! You cannot proceed further! Otherwise, you’ll be violating the agreent between the Church and the Red Leaf Empire!"
Saying so, Vinarola lifted her staff, charging its tip with a fiery fla magic, warning Mokaro.
However, unfazed by Vinarola’s threat, Mokaro just offered a slight smile.
"And what would you do if I don’t stop, Headmaster?"
"You!"
Upon hearing these sowhat provocative words, Vinarola’s pupils contracted, she hesitated no more and released the magic from her staff, intending to teach this arrogant Archbishop a lesson through force.
"Don’t think you can act however you like just because you’re an Archbishop"
"High-Level Magic - Chains of Blazing Light!"
As the incantation was quickly chanted, the flas spread rapidly, instantly forming nurous chains of fire that charged at Mokaro from all directions. Clearly, Vinarola intended to directly subdue this arrogant Archbishop. Though the Church and Red Leaf were both powerful forces, because of the agreent between their higher-ups, she had no need to hesitate as long as they were in the neutral territory of Luminous Royal Academy.
However, just as the magic was activated, sothing unexpected happened.
’?!!’
"What?!"
The next instant, a brown figure charged with a powerful aura, and appeared in Vinarola’s line of sight and stood right in front of Archbishop Mokaro.
Whoosh~*
With a flash of silver light,
dozens of fire chains targeting Mokaro suddenly broke apart under the impact of that silver light, transforming into basic magical particles and vanishing into the air...
At the sa ti,
A slightly chilling laugh with a mockery tone followed the silver flash and faintly reached Vinarola’s ears.
"Oh my, calm down, Headmaster~ What’s the big hurry?"
"Who?!"
Seeing her attack blocked so easily, Vinarola quickly withdrew her staff and assud a defensive stance.
Unfortunately,
compared to this suddenly appearing figure, Vinarola was simply too slow. Accompanied by a flurry of sword flashes, along with the crisp sounds of clashing tal, a young woman dressed in a stylish black military uniform with long, beautiful brown hair appeared in front of Vinarola.
In an instant, she drew the silver curved sword from her waist, showing no rcy as she knocked Vinarola’s staff out of her hands and pressed the sharp blade against the Headmaster’s neck to prevent her from chanting any spells.
"Please be quiet, Headmaster~"
"You...it’s you?!"
After getting a good look at the figure, Vinarola couldn’t help but grit her teeth.
The woman had a slender body, her brown coffee hair draped over her shoulders and loosely tied at the ends with two dark green ribbons.
The woman seed young, appearing to be no older than eighteen. Her skin was fair, her complexion crystal clear like jade. Her beauty was accentuated by her smile, which carried both a bewitching and brutal undertone, making her a deadly combination of beauty and danger.
Ignoring the silver blade pressed against her neck, Vinarola resentfully fixed her gaze on the woman’s silver eyes.
"Ophelia, you traitor!"
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