43 Expedition of Redemption

"He should be out by now, right?"

Dean whispered to Pierre and waited for a response.

"Well, I was heard it was supposed to be today."

Uncertainty filled his voice but Dean tried to ward off any uncomfortable feelings he had

Dean had realized a pivotal point that caused a majority of his anxiety.

What if Anne and Pierre were scheming to back stab him?

Was what he thought in the past.

They had already proved that they would be willing to ruin Christian which caused a temporary serene peace in Dean's heart.

He had to constantly remind himself of one thing: They aren't enemies. It was extremely difficult when he thought of Rose but due to Ayesha, every single thought of resentment was soothed and less intense.

His resentment was not one that would drive him to the brink of insanity, testing his self control but rather one that was just in mind.

They were currently waiting outside of the Disciplinary Actions building where few people would be brought in for minor acts such as irregular behavior during class.

The door had finally open, revealing a young youth.

Dean was very surprised by Christian's new appearance.

Pale face that seemed to be isolated from blood, disheveled shaggy hair. Black rings beneath his eyes and red claws marks on his arms.

The marks probably originated from all the scratching that was done but Dean clearly understood what had actually happened.

Silent Prison was a place that made sure it would torment anybody that entered its domain. Christian did indeed look like a person experiencing rough times however the evidence was poorly done.

If Dean had to guess how long Christian was actually inside Silent Prison, he would guess around less than a week.

It was obvious that this was fake!

Red scabs had barely turned into a more appropriate color and shows that the incident was probably only recent. No other physical injury was clearly seen besides those small cuts.

For 2 months, Dean would have expected the body to be covered with many scabs and a freakish look that would be stuck on this person's face.

What happened to Christian seemed to barely have any effect.

Instead of being brought to the brink of insanity, Christian looked like he was scolded horrendously and was now in fear.

Dean blamed it on Christian's family background that allowed his sanity to still be kept safe.

The only profit he had made from what happened to Christian was that his reputation crashed to the ground in the miserable fashion.

He already had a few sketchy rumors due to his desires on woman but now with this incident, the evidence would slowly unfold as the threat of suppression was thrown out the window.

Christian's charisma was on the brink of collapsing while his efforts in creating Autarch Society left a shallow internal support.

They were indeed a threat to any external force however their internal affairs was the one thing that will limit him.

Ambition can lead a man to greatness but without a force is nothing.

Fiddling with the quote in his head, Dean smiled.

Fate was a mystical thing in Christian's mind.

First was the incident at the Hundred thousand Beast Forest where he invited a calamity of devastation.

The next incident was where he now got framed!

According to his guess, it must have been done by the same person as Dark magic is renowned to only be slightly different to the accursed Black Magic.

If this was so, Christian could only ask help from one person that he knew would keep true to his words.

Shadow of the Night.

He stayed at the back during the whole battle and should have been able to understand what had happened during their raid against that fearsome Spiritual Transformation beast.

As long as he wasn't dead then Christian would discuss problems with him.

Jessica's parents and many other victims had issued complaints to their guardians.

The school faced a barrage of reports and criticism that other schools who weren't effected,enjoyed the misfortune they currently faced.

Dread and worry was always on the mind of many elders in the school. Hope seemed to be on their side as Jessica only felt sick at Christian who was the main issue.

Ideally, the school could have completely expelled him to rid themselves of such a troublesome issue but the bribes they received were plentiful.

Jessica sighed at the difficulties the school faced and decided that enough was enough.

She burned any remnants of what Christian had 'stole' to sever the ties of this problem.

The way she handled it was very mature despite the anger and humiliation, she held back and kept an open mind.

Aligning with his main mission of who the perpetrator was for the first incident. Christian thought of multiple methods to redeem his honor.

He was currently painted as a disgusting villain so he made his first order to his subordinate.

"Hurry and take the Horned Viper Murderer Slaying Missions."

The subordinate's heart skipped a beat as he was about to question such a dangerous decision but he swallowed the words back and ran.

Sighing with ease, Christian stared in the distance with determination to figure out who had framed him as well as a solemn declaration to go against the heavens.

'This small world will never hold me back. I will return to be the king like I once was'

Dean laughed at his stare that was in the operation of where he was.

However the issue of this Mission caused suspicion and difficulty for what his next move.

"Hey Pierre, can you tell Anne about..."

The whispering became less coherent when Dean leaned in to tell Pierre but with a poker face he nodded.

"She's currently in class, I'll tell her later."

Pierre moved away from the tree and toward a nearby building as his class was about to begin, leaving Dean by himself.

Dean gloated in his underhanded victory.

'Is this how Christian felt?'

The tempting sweet nectar of success seemed so much more alluring than what Dean remembered.