"Prepare yourself." The sa staff from the magical tower who had handed the magic stone said as he touched the runes beneath my feet. Soft, blue mana flowed from his hands, and the runes below glowed like tiny stars. The man nodded and stood up, looking at for a few seconds. "Rember, if you find yourself in danger or feel your life is at risk, activate the regression stone. There is no glory in death," he said with a small smile. "Good luck."
Those were the last words I heard before everything went black. In seconds, I was in another place, in the middle of a forest with towering trees over 15 ters high. The sky was gray, covered with clouds, as if it was about to rain—a dark and oppressive place.
Breathing deeply... "This is shit," I muttered to myself. This is completely different in more ways than one. Leaning against one of the trees, I sighed. "A complete ss, and I can't do anything about it. It's just like what happened in the main storyline, except that I won't be able to do the sa thing." In the first event, Leslie made the first contact with a Seraphim but failed. In the second event, it was Evelyn's turn, but... being the kind of test it is, she fails and loses control. She kills the demon but also loses herself... That's why the second event mission never appeared, because it's a lost mission, impossible to complete. The Seraphim within Evelyn takes control of her body... Of course, all of this happened in secret from the other students, but not from Professor Emilia, the council president, the academy's director, and the saint of the church herself. You could count on one hand the people who know about the existence of Seraphim, besides the Seraphim themselves, of course.
"Stay calm..." was the only thing I managed to say to Evelyn.
[Mission: Kill it]
[Description: The host is on a hunting mission in which their life is in danger. Survive and kill it!]
[Reward: Level up by 5!]
[Failure: Death!]
"There's no mission about the Seraphim of the End, but there is one about the event... And the punishnt seems too harsh, in my opinion... 'Death' is literally sentencing to die…" With a slight chuckle, I shook my head. I have nothing better to do than to complete my mission for now... As for Evelyn... I'll see what I can do.
Standing up, I looked around. Moving my hands, a 10-ter-long chain appeared. At its end was an angular knife, sothing like the weapon of the Grim Reaper. This addition was Leslie's idea, and I have to say it turned out well. With blue flas around it, this makeshift weapon will work for , for now.
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"What do you think...?" Elizabeth asked, looking at the screen in front of her. She kept her gaze fixed on a young woman with red hair. "Do you think it was a good idea?" she asked again, glancing over at a beautiful woman with white hair who was sitting with poise and elegance. Her hands rested in her lap, and her icy gaze was also fixed on the sa screen Elizabeth was watching. Emilia turned her gaze to her niece. "I don't know. I can't see the future, I don't know what will happen, but..." Her eyes turned cold. "It's necessary. You know what her problem is, don't you?" she asked her niece.
Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, but... I don't know, I think it's too... how to put it... harsh? I think, or maybe... crossing the line, and what if she loses control?" she asked with a small laugh escaping her lips. She briefly glanced at a woman with pure golden hair, who sat in silence with her eyes closed.
Emilia also looked at the church's saint. "There's no need to worry. The saint will handle it," she said simply.
"The Seraphim... of Death is also participating, isn't she?" The saint's lodious voice echoed in the room as she turned her head and slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were a pure golden color, lacking pupils... The saint... was blind, a seer—that was who the saint was.
"Yes, Miss Azrael is also participating, but her test is sowhat different..." Emilia hesitated a bit. Enjoy new chapters from empire
The saint smiled softly. "Just her?"
"You can't deceive her, aunt! Hehe, no, not really. So changes were made for certain students... let's say the difficulty was just increased a bit, you know, Saint Seraphine, it's necessary," Elizabeth said with a radiant smile. She got up and sat beside the saint. "Tell , Saint Seraphine, what did you see back then?" she asked curiously.
The saint placed a hand under her eyes. "One like us... just like us, with eight wings around them, all black... red eyes like blood, and hair as dark as the abyss. Soone as beautiful as we are, so full of light and darkness at the sa ti, covered and bound by black chains..." The saint's smile grew bright. "Didn't I tell you, little Elizabeth? She's like us, like you or , a being of light... a captive being... but unlike us, she is corrupted... broken and cursed..." said the saint.
"I see..." Elizabeth said, frowning as she crossed her arms, deep in thought. After a mont, she raised her head. "Very boring... everything is so boring..." she lanted quietly.
"And what do you think about him?" Professor Emilia asked... Elizabeth's frown deepened. "Don't talk to about him, aunt! I don't want my mood to grow even darker..." she sighed.
"Ariel...?" The saint joined the conversation. She stayed silent for a mont. "The representative of Class One... the prince of the Lunar Empire." The saint smiled mysteriously and shifted her gaze... a young man with black hair and eyes, holding two swords in his hands, appeared. "Don't you like him, little Elizabeth?"
"It's not that... it's just strange! I've spoken with him, but... I don't know, I feel sothing weird every ti I see him or sense his presence..." the princess said, a bit frustrated.
"He is a peculiar man... yes, let's leave it at that... soone intriguing," the saint finally said.
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