THUD!
A powerful pressure filled the air.
I stiffened.
A new presence.
No… not just one.
Multiple.
I turned my head just as several figures stepped into the ruined hall.
Professors.
Their robes fluttered as they entered, their expressions grim.
The sheer force of their collective aura made the air feel heavier, pressing against my shoulders like an invisible weight.
Among them, leading the group, was Zeva.
Her piercing green eyes locked onto mine instantly, sharp and unreadable.
Her long, black hair was tied back neatly, and her dark academy robes, lined with golden embroidery, barely swayed as she walked.
She looked quite furious.
She surveyed the scene with cold calculation, her eyes moving from the fallen students to . Her lips thinned.
"…Aestrea."
She said my na evenly, with no anger in her tone or emotion. But sohow, that made it worse.
Silence hung between us.
More professors arrived, standing behind her—each one a master in their perspective field.
So had hands resting on their weapons, others had spells coiling at their fingertips, ready to restrain
if necessary.
One of them, a tall man with a grizzled beard, stepped forward, his face twisted in rage. It was Professor Reinhardt, the professor of battle tactics.
"You…" His voice was a low growl.
"What have you done?"
I didn't answer.
Another professor, our professor of alchemy, knelt beside Violet, pressing her fingers against the girl's throat to check her pulse.
Her expression darkened as she whispered a healing incantation.
Zeva sighed.
"Aestrea."
I finally t her gaze again.
She didn't flinch.
Her green eyes were sharp as ever, but there was sothing else in them.
Disappointnt.
"The damage to the academy," she said, her voice cold.
"The state of your fellow students."
A pause.
Then—
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
I licked my bloodied lips. The taste of iron remained.
"…They challenged ," I said simply.
So of the professors stiffened.
"You expect us to believe this—" Reinhardt gestured at the bodies littering the floor, "—was simply a challenge?"
I didn't respond.
To be honest, I didn't care.
I was going to leave this academy anyways.
Zeva closed her eyes briefly, as if trying to rein in her patience. When she opened them, her voice was quieter, but firm.
"You've crossed a line."
A flick of her wrist.
In an instant, chains of golden light burst from the air, wrapping around my arms and legs before I could react.
CLANK!
What... type of magic is this?
I never had seen Zeva using magic, so I was quite curious myself.
The restraints tightened.
I didn't struggle.
There was no point.
Even if I wanted to resist, Zeva wasn't soone I could take lightly—not when I was already exhausted. And even if I could break free, I wasn't reckless enough to try.
I simply stared at her as the weight of the chains tightened around my body,
The other professors surrounded
now, their gazes filled with a mix of wariness and anger.
"This ti, you will face consequences," Zeva said.
I exhaled.
"…I figured."
With a small nod to the other professors, Zeva turned sharply on her heel.
"Take him."
WHOOSH!
The golden chains glowed brightly—
And in the blink of an eye—
I was being dragged to sowhere else.
So professors stood behind , helping Lucas and the rest of the people heal themselves while I was taken away.
Eventually, we reached a large set of doors at the end of the hallway. They were tall, decorated with intricate golden engravings, and radiated authority.
Eleonora's office?
My face twitched slightly.
But I guess it was better than dealing with those professors.
Knock, knock...!
One of the professors knocked twice before pushing the doors open.
"Headmistress, we've brought him," the professor announced.
Eleonora was sitting behind a grand mahogany desk, her piercing light blue eyes scanning a stack of docunts before slowly lifting her gaze to .
She didn't imdiately speak.
Instead, she set down her pen and leaned back in her chair, looking at
like I was a particularly interesting puzzle.
"Leave us."
The professors hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances, but a single glare from Eleonora was enough to send them out of the room without another word.
The doors shut behind them with a dull thud.
Now, it was just the two of us.
She gestured to the chair in front of her desk.
"Sit."
I sat down without a word.
She folded her hands together, resting them on the desk.
"You made quite a ss," she finally said.
I shrugged.
"They shouldn't have provoked ."
Her lips twitched, almost like she wanted to smile. But whatever amusent she had disappeared as quickly as it ca.
"Aestrea," she sighed, rubbing her temples. "You know I run this academy, but that doesn't an I can just do whatever I want—"
"—You literally disappear every ti the academy is in danger."
I cut her off without hesitation.
For a second, her smile twitched again.
Then, she let out a deep sigh.
"Just tell
why you acted that way."
I leaned back in my chair, raising an eyebrow.
"As I told you, they provoked . I was already lenient when they exposed my identity as the Moonlight Swordsman."
"As for the others..." I trailed off for a mont before continuing.
"They wanted to play the hero. And in the end, they got completely destroyed."
Eleonora exhaled slowly, shaking her head.
"You really are a handful, you know that?" she muttered, rubbing her forehead.
Then, her expression shifted. Her gaze sharpened.
"Knowing you... you probably didn't hold back because your ti here is almost up, isn't it?" She cut straight to the point.
I didn't even hesitate.
I nodded.
She didn't look surprised.
Instead, she just let out another sigh.
"Figured as much," she murmured, scribbling sothing on a piece of paper before turning back to .
"I've decided your punishnt."
Her voice was firm, serious.
I raised an eyebrow, waiting.
"Twenty-four hours. Confined with ."
Her expression remained completely neutral.
For a mont, I thought I had misheard her.
But no. She was serious.
I frowned.
"...What?"
She didn't repeat herself.
She just smiled.
"Why?" she raised an eyebrow at my surprised face.
"Shouldn't you be happy to spend ti with your lover~?" she smiled mischievously, and before I noticed, she was already only lap.
Her hands traced lazy patterns along the back of my neck, fingertips barely grazing my skin, and then, she tilted her head, her soft lips parting ever so slightly as she pouted.
"And here I was, missing you~"
Her fingers curled slightly, nails barely scraping against the nape of my neck, making my muscles tense.
She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my lips.
It was slow, deliberate—the way she looked at , how her eyes switched between my mouth and my gaze.
She was taking her ti, savoring the mont, letting the tension build between us like a coiling spring.
I exhaled, my hands instinctively resting on her waist.
Her body molded against mine, her curves fitting perfectly as if she belonged there.
She shifted slightly, and I could feel the heat radiating from her, the steady rise and fall of her chest pressing against .
Then, her lips brushed against mine.
"...??"
An almost light-feather touch.
One could easily see that she was teasing .
Yet, I remained calm, staring at her.
She exhaled, a soft hum escaping her lips as her fingers trailed down, brushing against my collarbone before resting on my chest.
Her nails traced small circles, her touch sending heat through my veins.
"I wonder," she murmured, her lips barely an inch away.
"Do you even miss ?"
My grip on her waist tightened slightly.
"Maybe."
Her eyes sparkled at my answer, her lips curving into a sly smile.
"Maybe?"
Before I could respond, she closed the distance.
Smack...
Her lips pressed against mine, soft and warm, molding perfectly as she kissed
slowly.
The kiss was gentle at first, her mouth moving against mine with teasing slowness, coaxing
to follow her lead.
She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, her tongue flicking lightly against my bottom lip.
I parted my lips for her, and she took full advantage.
Her tongue slipped inside, gliding against mine with a slow, deliberate motion.
The warmth of her mouth, the way she tasted—it was intoxicating.
Slurp, mmm~
She kissed
deeply, her tongue tangling with mine, exploring, tasting, savoring every second.
A soft moan escaped her as my hands moved lower, gripping her hips and pulling her closer.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging slightly as she pressed herself against , deepening the kiss further.
She tasted sweet, and addicting.
I could feel her breath hitch as I slid a hand up her back, my fingers tracing the curve of her spine.
"Haaa...??"
She arched slightly into my touch, her body reacting instinctively, a soft sigh slipping from her lips as she broke the kiss for just a second—only to dive back in, more eager, more desperate.
The slow, and teasing rhythm was gone now.
She wanted more.
And so did I.
I angled my head, taking control of the kiss, making her lt against
as my tongue stroked hers, my hands mapping every inch of her waist, her back, and her shoulders.
She shivered, her nails digging into my shoulders as she let out a quiet gasp between kisses.
I smirked against her lips.
She was getting lost in it.
I could feel it—the way her breathing grew uneven, the way her body pressed harder against , the way her fingers clung to
like she didn't want to let go.
I deepened the kiss again, tilting her chin up as I devoured her mouth, tasting every inch of her.
Her lips were softer than I rembered, warr, and much more eager.
Slurp, chuu??!
"Mhmm!"
She whimpered as I nipped at her lower lip, soothing the bite with my tongue.
My fingers dug into her waist, holding her in place as I kissed back just as eagerly.
Slk... Smuuch...
The wet sounds of our kiss filled the quiet room, each movent sending another wave of heat through my body.
Her hands weren't still either.
One stayed tangled in my hair, while the other trailed down my chest, her nails grazing lightly over the fabric.
A small yet teasing touch.
She pulled away just a little, our lips still barely touching.
"You're not stopping
this ti?" she whispered, breathless.
I smirked, tightening my grip on her waist.
"You'd just do it again if I did."
A sly grin crossed her lips before she kissed
again—this ti slower, deeper, savoring every second.
Our tongues danced together, gliding, pressing, pulling back, then coming together again.
Mmhh... Slk...
I felt her hips shift slightly on my lap, making my breath hitch.
My hands moved instinctively, sliding up her back, feeling the curve of her body as I held her closer.
"Mmn~"
She sighed into my mouth, her fingers moving to cup my face, thumbs brushing lightly against my skin.
Pha~
Her lips left mine only to trail downward, ghosting along my jawline, pressing small, open-mouthed kisses down my neck.
"You're too addictive," she purred.
I shivered as her lips brushed over a sensitive spot.
"You're one to talk," I replied, tilting my head slightly to give her more access.
She humd against my skin before biting down gently.
I sucked in a breath—
Then exhaled in a low groan as she soothed the spot with her tongue.
My grip on her tightened.
She chuckled softly, pleased by my reaction.
Our lips t again, and this ti, it was ssier, more desperate. Our breathing was uneven, the heat between us growing unbearable.
I pulled her even closer, our bodies fully pressed together now.
Smack...
We finally broke apart, gasping, our lips red and swollen as a thin saliva bridge connecting our tongues broke apart.
"Haaa..."
"Fuuu..."
Eleonora's forehead rested against mine, her eyes dark, filled with sothing that made my stomach tighten.
"Guess you missed
too," she whispered, smirking.
I exhaled sharply, still catching my breath.
"...Maybe."
Her fingers traced my jawline lazily, her lips hovering just inches from mine.
"Then," she murmured, pressing the softest kiss to my lips before smirking.
"We still have 24 hours, don't we?"
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