The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 597 - 15: Astray (8)

Early the next morning, after the Battle Mage Team officially went to the administrative building to inform Barnes of their withdrawal from the contest and swiftly announced their allegiance to Angel...

The situation entered a certain degree of stalemate.

Would the powerful Silent Spellcasting Group withdraw? Impossible.

Would Angel, who had already unified a large number of factions, withdraw? Equally impossible.

Would the Old Vascular Council, with their "dead pigs unafraid of boiling water" attitude, withdraw? Certainly not.

Would the High Sect, who valued face above all else, withdraw? Absolutely not.

This was a deadlock, an absolute deadlock.

At noon, Barnes summoned all four student leaders for a second eting—a crucial, pivotal second eting.

...

At 1:20 PM, Qili from the Silent Spellcasting Group arrived.

Her face was sowhat haggard, her eyes sunken. Strands of her hair stuck up slightly, making her appear rather disheveled.

At 1:23 PM, Aurora from the High Sect arrived.

She still looked elegant, except for so dirt staining the edges of her clothes. Her face, however, was filled with anger.

At 1:24 PM, Alvis, the president of the Old Vascular Council, arrived.

His deanor was calm, his movents understated.

Finally, at 1:29 PM, Angel arrived.

His face was also calm, but unlike the others, he held his head slightly high as he walked past everyone. His steps were clean and crisp, radiating a composed confidence, his eyes seeming to penetrate everything.

At this very mont, he appeared to have beco the focus of everyone’s attention.

Just 24 hours ago, when Angel first appeared before them, he was far from being considered a strong contender—if not the weakest among the nine competitors, then certainly nowhere near the top.

The others represented institutions with long-standing histories, but him? He held nothing more than a hastily assembled group.

Yet reality is always full of surprises, life always full of twists and turns. This is a truth shared by both Blood Elves and humans alike.

In 24 hours, nothing might happen, or so much could happen that it defies counting—a world-shifting transformation. This is what is called the thickness of ti.

Within these 24 hours, Angel acted relentlessly, one move following another... He was the only one among them treating this contest as a full-scale war. Yes, the only one. Thoroughly serious, as though failure would cost him his life. His tactics were pervasive, cunning, and he remained brimming with energy.

Thus, laid before everyone now was Angel’s exceedingly eventful 24 hours.

Twenty-four hours ago, nearly every competitor ignored him, looked down on him—but now, not a single one could afford to underestimate him. Or perhaps... "fear" would be a more fitting term.

Qili’s gaze at Angel was filled with astonishnt.

Aurora’s gaze at Angel was filled with disgust.

Alvis’s gaze at Angel was filled with wariness and hesitation.

All eyes gathered on Angel, yet he simply stood there quietly, facing the closed wooden door of the eting room.

His stance was so upright that the others felt as though they had been entirely overlooked.

"Aren’t you curious about what they’re thinking?" the demon whispered.

"Not curious, but I do enjoy this feeling. For the first ti, I find being feared and hated... so enjoyable," Angel replied softly.

"Hahahaha, it truly is a delightful feeling. Especially when they hate you, yet can’t do anything about you—watching you advance bit by bit until you trample them underfoot. Actually, if you’re interested, I can introduce you to so new realms. For example, crying. Did you know? Fear, crying, sorrow, despair—they’re all wonderful emotions. Of course, I an when they appear in others. Want to open a new world for you?"

"For now... no need."

"Fine, let know when you’re ready."

The four of them stood silently, waiting.

Around 1:40 PM, the eting room door opened, and out ca a staff mber from the Teaching Affairs Bureau.

"Aurora, please co inside," they said.

"?" Aurora paused in confusion.

"Yes." The staff mber flashed a sweet smile.

After casting a quick glance at the others, Aurora gripped her wand and walked inside.

The eting room door shut behind her.

"Why is she going in first? Does she think she’s better than the rest of us?" Qili glanced at Angel, attempting to strike up a conversation.

Yet Angel ignored her, continuing to stand silently. Alvis remained equally uncommunicative.

Ten minutes later, the eting room door opened again. Aurora erged, shot a glare at Angel, and stord off—yes, directly left.

The three who waited outside the room quietly exchanged sideways glances, watching her departure.

It was still the sa staff mber. This ti, they held the door wide open, stepped aside, and smiled warmly, saying: "Please, all of you, co inside."

"Heh, looks like Aurora’s out." Qili stifled a laugh and strode into the room.

Alvis glanced at Angel, then followed her in.

Only after the other two had entered did Angel finally exhale slowly and step into the eting room.

...

"You’re all exceptional. Truly, I don’t even know who I should choose. Based on your performance, we now have a much clearer understanding of your abilities."