That sa day, Mart left the Academy. A week earlier, he had sent a letter to the marquisate to inform Balac Sevec.
But before leaving, even though the end-of-year tournant was over, Mart t with Moraf and checked on his junior’s progress.
"Fourth rank. Mid-range? Not bad from a realistic point of view, and he has a good foundation," Mart thought when he saw Moraf.
Moraf, who was happy to see his senior, asked for a practice duel. He knew he didn’t stand a chance, but he wanted to learn.
Mart appreciated Moraf, so he agreed to the practice duel. Although Mart won, the biggest winner was Moraf, who received instructions from Mart.
Leaning against the wall of the closed training ground, Moraf thanked him and said:
"Senior, is the proposal to go to the marquisate still standing?"
Mart smiled subtly and gave him an affirmative answer.
"I will give you a valuable demonic relic when you arrive at the marquisate," with those words Mart said goodbye to Moraf.
...
That afternoon, Mart Sevec walked toward one of the comfortable demonic vehicles waiting for him.
He was accompanied by a beautiful demon woman with pale white skin, black hair, black eyes, and a splendid body, dressed in a black dress with red trim and so gold patterns.
As the woman had pointed ears and pale skin, many assud she was a demon woman of the demon vampire lineage. ...
Once inside the spacious and comfortable interior of the demon vehicle,
Isirird removed the "mask of the faker".
Then appeared the appearance of the beautiful young woman with long white hair, pale white skin, white eyes whose iris had a red outline and a white interior and vertically elliptical pupils.
There were other masks with the sa function, but none were as effective at deceiving as the "mask of the faker."
Mart approached Isirid from behind, embraced her, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"I missed holding you in my arms," Mart said.
She turned and kissed him, wrapping her delicate arms around Mart’s neck.
"I’ll only forgive you this once. Don’t stay away for so long." Isirid only showed her vulnerability to him.
"Thank you for waiting for ." Mart took her in his arms and they walked to the bed at the back of the vehicle.
The first thing they did was talk. She told him about the magic she had mastered, about her studies, and after listening to her, he sincerely told her everything he had been through.
...
The demonic vehicle continued to move forward while being protected by a dozen demons dressed in the uniform of the Sevec marquisate.
...
Inside.
Isirid was lying down, Mart was kissing her neck and caressing her clitoris and the area around her private parts with his fingers.
Mart looked at the fingers he had used to stimulate Isirid.
"Looks like you’re already wet," said Mart as he positioned himself between Isirid’s legs and penetrated her with his large mber.
She shuddered and placed her hands on Mart’s cheeks.
"Now you really look like a demon, Selef," Isirid said warmly as she looked at Mart’s dark red horns.
"But do you still want to wear the mask?" Mart asked as he looked into her eyes.
She shook her head and said,
"No, with or without the mask, you are you. I love you."
She pulled Mart toward her, and he began to penetrate Isirid’s wet pussy, which adapted to Mart’s temperature.
[Lust trait activated]
"Mmm... ah... Selef..."
He smiled and stopped, her pussy throbbing.
"No, you’re not using that spell. Why?" Isirid asked with so curiosity.
"Because it would be okay for to have children with you. I’ve already left the Academy. I don’t see it as a problem. What..."
She kissed him again, her heart pounding with the joy she felt.
There was no shortage of caresses, their bodies joined together, they embraced, they kissed, and the intercourse continued.
The mber thrusting in and out, the two reached climax almost simultaneously. Mart had made sure to ejaculate deep inside Isirid’s vagina.
Again and again that night. She sat in front of him with her legs on either side of Mart’s waist, moving her hips up and down as they kissed.
Again and again that night. Skin t skin with each echo as the mber reentered Isirid’s pussy, who was on all fours at that mont.
...
The next day, sunrise found them embracing each other as they slept side by side, their naked bodies covered by white sheets with gold edges.
...
Alexandrian Academy.
Arian was about to graduate. He had beco a handso young man, 1.82 ters tall, with an athletic body, blue eyes, blond hair, and pure white skin. However, Arian’s hands were strong, with so calluses and scars.
Although very few students appreciated him, many respected him because Arian was always consistent in his growth and performance.
Even in his third year, when he reached fourth place in the tournant and with his excellent participation in the hunts for monsters and magical beasts in dangerous forests, he never fell behind.
Now in his fourth year, he had reached the fourth spiritual core (maximum level).
As he walked through the corridors with the beautiful Mina Capriarnis, who was already showing her love for Arian.
A love that was reciprocated.
"We’ll have to wait to marry, I’ll have to make my fortune so your family will accept . We must be patient," were the words Arian said to Mina in response to her confession of love.
Although she would have to wait, she was happy, even thinking of ways to avoid any attempts at marriage on the part of her family.
Arian considered himself lucky. He also valued Mina greatly.
"Who do you think the hero will be?" Mina asked Arian as the two walked through the hallways.
"He won’t necessarily co from our Academy," Arian replied honestly.
"True, you’re right." Mina had no way to refute Arian’s words.
As a graduation ceremony, all students would drink holy water from the temple of "Endless Sky."
Everything would take place in a lavish ceremony in a spacious facility worthy of such an event, in which a cardinal of the temple would give a speech on the scriptures of "Endless Sky."
And after the speech, Saint Celia Diovaneth would personally give them the chalice from which the students were to drink.
Everyone considered it a blessing, because the holy water provided great healing benefits and improved the body’s absorption of mana. However, the greatest beneficiary would be the hero, who would see his potential significantly enhanced by receiving the blessing of "Endless Sky."
At that mont, Arian could not even imagine what would happen during the sacred ceremony of the "Endless Sky."
The sa ceremony was held at other Academies where there were candidates with great potential to beco the hero.
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