As soon as I reached the academy and started walking down the halls, I could feel everyone's gaze on .
What was it now?
I couldn't help but wonder.
Whispers.
Low, hushed voices filled the air as I walked down the hall. It was like everyone was talking about
but not saying anything loud enough for
to hear.
I didn't need to hear it.
I could guess.
"Haaa..."
I let out a deep sigh.
This was getting old.
I kept walking, heading towards the library, hoping to find a little peace and quiet, but as I passed one of the bulletin boards, sothing caught my eye.
It was a piece of paper, clearly posted by the academy's news committee.
[EXTRA, EXTRA!
Aestrea Moon Has Been Seen Hanging Out with Multiple Girls!
Is He a Player? Co Find Out!]
The headline jumped off the page, and I felt my stomach drop.
"Ah..."
Of course.
It had to be sothing like this.
I stood there for a mont, staring at the paper, trying to process it. No wonder those damn reporters had been all over .
But what made it worse was that they had pictures.
I looked down, and my heart sank.
There were more than three pictures, each one showing
hanging out with different girls.
There was Ella, Rose, and even Christina, standing close to
with that look in her eyes.
And Zeva—of course, Zeva. A few other girls from my past academy days, like Maria and Mia, were there too.
It wasn't like any of them were anything too scandalous, but it was still a bad look.
Fucking hell...
It seems that I'll need to stop by sowhere else before going to the library.
I turned around, and based on my mory, I started walking towards the News Committee Club Room.
I'd never cared about that club before, but now?
It seed like they were making
their target.
They had already revealed
as the "Moonlight Swordsman" without my permission. Fine, whatever.
But now?
Now they were poking around in my personal life.
I couldn't let this go any further.
But seriously… attacking my relationships?
With all these crazy won?
Yeah, no. Not happening.
It took
a lot longer to get to the News Committee Club Room than I'd expected.
The academy was bigger than I gave it credit for, and the club room seed to be in the farthest corner of the building.
Eventually, I made it to the door.
[News Committee Club Room]
The plaque hung there, a little too smug for my taste.
And of course, like a civilized person, I knocked on the door—
BAAM!
The door flew off its hinges, crashing against the wall.
Just kidding, I'm not fucking civilized.
"HEY! Who the hell was the bastard who made the door fly—?" One of the club mbers jumped up, his voice loud and pissed off.
I peered into the room, and instantly, I could see his shirt's emblem—a fourth-year student.
"A-Aestrea...?!"
All of them looked at
in pure shock.
"The fuck did you guys expect?" I grumbled, crossing my arms.
"You already made my secret identity public, and now you're attacking my personal life..."
I conjured a small ball of ice in my hand, letting it float there in the air, the chill filling the room.
"Do you seriously think I don't have a backbone?"
The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees, the cold pressing in from all sides.
One of the students, trying to act tough, stepped forward.
"Y-you can't do things like this! You'll have to pay for the damages, and injuring a fellow student can result in penalty points—"
—Fwip!
Before he could finish, I flicked my wrist, sending a sharp shard of ice slicing through the air. It grazed his cheek, leaving a thin line of blood that quickly turned into a small drop.
"Do you seriously think I fucking care about that?" I sneered.
"I'm an exchange student. Penalty points don't bother , especially since I'm about to leave this cursed academy anyway."
The air in the room seed to grow even colder, and the students exchanged wary looks.
They were smart enough to realize that I wasn't ssing around.
But, naturally, that didn't stop them from reacting.
Weapons started to appear in their hands, materializing out of thin air like they were ready for this kind of confrontation.
Well, isn't this fun?
It seems that they were prepared in case sothing like this happened.
Very well.
'Lumi.'
{Yesh!}
Lumi transford into a scythe, materializing in my right hand, as the dark yet sharp blade glowed dimly with a violet aura.
Yeah.
I wasn't going to hold back from using my Aura anymore.
"By the way..." I said, almost casually, like I wasn't standing in the middle of a room full of ard students.
I suddenly rembered sothing.
Sothing that appeared a shit load of tis in the student's news.
And the students who were targeted were always asked the sa thing...
"What's... 1000 minus 7?"
Their faces froze, and they blinked at
in confusion, like they couldn't quite understand what I was asking.
Before they could even process it, I was already in motion.
Fwoop!
I shot forward with a speed that left them no ti to react.
The air crackled as I moved.
The first student lunged at , a wild swing aid for my head.
I didn't need to dodge, I just stepped to the side, my body moving faster than his punch could track.
With a soft swish of the air, his fist flew past , just inches away from my face.
Whoooosh!
Before he could even react, my scythe was in motion, slicing through the air with a low, nacing hum.
Slash!
The student's side was cut, the tip of my scythe grazing across his ribs, a thin spray of blood following in its wake.
He staggered back, clutching his side as he gasped in pain, but the cut wasn't deep—just enough to make him realize how much he was outmatched.
His eyes widened with fear as he stumbled backward, realizing he was dealing with sothing much worse than he had anticipated.
The second student, a tall guy with ssy brown hair, tried to capitalize on my distracted stance.
He extended both hands forward, murmuring under his breath.
『 Earth-Series: Fortified Earth Barrier! (?? 5th-Level Spell ??)』
A sudden rumble shook the ground, and jagged rocks shot up from the floor, forming a solid, swirling barrier in front of him.
He grinned, thinking he had
cornered, but I wasn't about to be stopped by a wall of dirt and rock.
Crash!
I swung the scythe downward, and with a single, fluid motion, the blade cleaved through the stone like it was butter.
"Don't think so," I muttered, just before I darted forward.
I moved fast, closing the distance before the guy could react.
A swift flick of my wrist, and the scythe carved through the air, cutting through the final remnants of his earth magic and striking his shoulder.
Slash!
He scread as the edge of my scythe nicked him, the blood dripping down from his wound. It wasn't deep, but enough to show him I wasn't playing around.
The blood soaked through his shirt, and he stumbled backward, clearly unsure of how to fight
anymore.
As the next club mber tried to cast his spell, I felt a sudden shift in the air.
『 Mixed Wind Series: Winds of the Storm! (?? 5th-Level Spell ??)』
A sharp gust of wind blasted through the room, tearing at the walls, and creating a loud whistle as the magic gathered.
The winds rushed toward
like a violent whirlwind, aiming to toss
off my feet and push
into a corner.
I narrowed my eyes.
I wasn't having that.
Shh-woosh!
With a single motion, I released a violet aura from my body, expanding outwards like a shockwave.
The wind hit the aura, but instead of pushing
back, it just parted, like water around a rock.
The student's eyes went wide, his magic dissipating uselessly in the air.
Before he could react, I was already on him, my scythe carving a path straight through the gusts.
Slash!
My blade hit his chest, leaving a trail of blood as it cut through his robes and into his flesh.
His face twisted in pain, his hands clutching at the fresh wound as he stumbled back, unable to stop the bleeding.
"You...!"
The student gasped for air, his words strained as he fought to keep his composure.
I smirked.
"Is that all you've got?" I muttered, already turning my focus to the next opponent.
A fourth student, a smaller, quicker-looking guy, attempted sothing different. He raised his hands, summoning a ball of blue magic.
『 Mixed Water Series: Black Water Prison! (?? 6th-Level Spell ??)』
Before I could blink, a large orb of black-colored water surrounded , attempting to trap
in its depths.
The air was thick with the scent of wetness, and I could feel the water pressing in on all sides, heavy and oppressive.
Splash!
But my violet aura flared once more, pushing back the water like it was nothing. It hissed as it evaporated, steam rising from the ground as my aura burned through the magic.
I turned, my blade already slicing through the air.
The student never had a chance to dodge.
Shhhck!
The scythe cut across his side, the sharpness of the blade slicing through his robes and into his flesh.
He gasped, blood splattering across the floor as he fell backward.
The water surrounding
disappeared with a hissing sound, leaving him sprawled out on the ground in a heap of pain and defeat.
I wiped the blood off my scythe with a flick of my wrist, watching as the remaining club mbers realized they were outmatched.
They tried to regroup, all casting spells at once, throwing wind, earth, fire, and even lightning magic toward .
『 Wind Series: Storm Slash! (?? 6th-Level Spell ??)』
『 Eartg Series: Rocky Earth Spikes! (?? 5th-Level Spell ??)』
『 Fire Series: Fire Cyclone! (?? 5th-Level Spell ??)』
Each spell hit the air around , crackling and flashing as they collided with the violet barrier of my aura.
I didn't even flinch.
The fire cyclone exploded just inches away, but my violet aura absorbed the flas, the heat dissipating harmlessly into the air.
The storm slash, a series of fast, slashing winds, was deflected by my barrier before it could even touch .
The earth spikes—sharp rocks shooting up from the floor—were sliced in half as I moved, my scythe cutting through the incoming rocks with ease.
Clang!
Slash!
I was a blur of motion, passing through their magic, cutting down their attacks as if they were nothing more than distractions.
And I didn't stop.
I kept pushing forward.
The next club mber, a heavyset guy with a dark beard, raised both his hands and chanted sothing under his breath.
『 Earth Series: Earthquake! (?? 7th-Level Spell ??)』
Oh?
I raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Didn't expect him to know a 7th-level spell.
The room shook violently, and the floor cracked, sending tremors through the building. Large chunks of stone flew up from the ground, crashing into the air like projectiles aid at .
However...
I didn't even blink.
This attack was still too weak against an S
aura.
I twisted my scythe in the air, and with one motion, I sliced through the incoming debris, cutting the large rocks into smaller, harmless pieces.
Crack!
Crash!
As the last of the rocks fell to the ground, I moved forward, my blade gleaming with fresh blood.
The man with the beard barely had ti to react before my scythe cleaved through his shoulder.
Slash!
He scread, the force of the blow knocking him off his feet. He fell backward, clutching at his wound in pain, but he didn't get back up.
One by one, they fell.
Each of them was too slow, too weak to land a single hit on .
They kept throwing everything they had, magic after magic, attack after attack, but it didn't matter.
I was faster.
I was stronger.
And most of all, I had pure control of the situation.
As I slashed through their ranks, the room was filled with the sound of magic colliding, ice cutting, and blood splattering across the floor.
Whoosh!
Clang!
Slash!
I dodged, blocked, and countered every move they made.
Their attacks were getting sloppier, their faces growing paler as they bled from various wounds.
But none of them could touch .
By the ti I was finished, the entire room was littered with broken magic, broken bodies, and a thick, coppery sll of blood.
The remaining club mbers lay sprawled out on the floor, too injured to even lift their heads.
I looked down at them, feeling nothing.
Just a bunch of fools who thought they could take
on.
I turned to leave, not caring whether or not they had learned their lesson.
They wouldn't try to ss with
again.
"Aestrea."
But just as I was about to leave.
I was t with a familiar face.
"Where do you think you are going?" she asked coldly.
Her eyes glowed with a purple color, leaving a trail behind them as she raised her hand, conjuring a purple-colored crystal on her hand, as if ready to attack .
Seeing her, I sighed.
Who else could it be besides Violet?
The Student Council President.
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