Book 4: Chapter 197: A Battle That Must Be Won

Book 4: Chapter 197: A Battle That Must Be Won

A dazzling holy light streaked across the sky above St. Caroline Academy, turning the night into day.

“He’s here.”

The vice dean’s eyes lit up as he told the instructors around him, “Get ready to welcome him.”

“Understood.”

The instructors bowed slightly before leaving to begin making the necessary arrangements.

The dazzling white holy light stayed in the sky for a moment before falling like a meteor, giving off a burst of light the moment it made contact with the ground.

Even with the vice dean’s powerful cultivation, the blinding light that rivaled the destruction of a star forced him to close his eyes.

Flip, flop, flip, flop...

Footsteps were heard.

When the vice dean’s vision adapted, the first thing that entered his line of sight was a pair of worn out flip-flops. Anyone could instantly tell that they were those that peddlers would sell five pairs for ten copper coins at the side of the road.

The vice dean was slightly stunned as he wondered to himself why would the most powerful being on the main continent lead such a simple life.

The guest crossed his arms in front of his chest. Underneath his plain shirt were bulging muscles.

The person who did not seem to care about his appearance greeted with a low voice, “It’s been awhile, Vice Dean.”

“A while? It has only been two days.” The vice dean smiled. “Yet the aura that Lord Taylor is exuding seems to have become increasingly overwhelming.”

Taylor faked a smile and said, “Nothing like that, I’m actually very friendly.”

He was at Fragrant Jasmine not long ago, squandering his fortune. He even had to give up his allowance money for a new pair of underwear, just to get the most popular courtesan, Lady Claudia, in his room.

He was only explaining how he trained to get his huge pecs, which was still far from his main objective of showing the lady his inner thigh muscles, when he got interrupted by some emperor who summoned him here over a national crisis.

So, Taylor was actually being as kind as he could for not razing this academy to the ground.

The vice dean brought Taylor to the academy’s conference room. As soon as they took their seats, a slender female instructor served them tea. The uniform and black stockings she was wearing did nothing to hide her good figure.

The moment these words left the vice dean’s lips, the atmosphere in the room grew tense.

Matter of life and death?

Already to that extent?

The crowd, who still had little understanding of the current situation, exchanged looks with each other.

Taylor frowned while stroking his chin. “I’ve only been away for a few days and things have already escalated to this point? Did the Golden Demon Htilil get stronger again and the trap that the academy had laid out is no longer enough to deal with her?”

The vice dean let out a long sigh and began recounting the recent events—from the moment Golden Demon Htilil first revealed her identity, to the incident that happened in the Ancient Ruins, then the honorable sacrifice of their students and lastly, the appearance of their impostors.

The crowd listened carefully. The more they listened, the more serious their expressions became.

As soon as the vice dean finished speaking, the meeting table in front of him was pulverized with a loud smash.

An old man, dressed in white robes and sitting in the first left seat, was trembling with anger. His palm was still hovering in mid-air, where it last made contact with the wooden table.

“Preposterous! How dare that Golden Demon slay the princess of my Macedonian Empire! I swear, this old man will make sure she is eliminated!”

The light in the vice dean’s eyes dimmed slightly. To think that one of the sacrifices was the leader of an empire. This was definitely a hard pill for the Macedonian Empire, whose previous emperor had just passed away a few years ago, to swallow.

Frankly speaking, the cause of all this was the sloppy plan that his academy proposed to hunt down the Golden Demon Htilil in the Ancient Ruins. It had led to Princess Lesiah risking her own life and unfortunately falling into the clutches of that Golden Demon.

At this point, the only thing the vice dean could do was to temporarily conceal this news to ensure that the Macedonian Empire would not fall into chaos, then offer the Golden Demon’s head to the people of Macedonian Empire to appease them.

Golden Demon Htilil must die here!

Another person in the room asked, “That Golden Demon is indeed terrifying, but your academy should be well prepared. And with the Aurora Dragon’s help, you shouldn’t be needing old bones like us, right?”

The vice dean seemed to be prepared for this question, and answered with a convincing tone, “Our objective in requesting your presence here today through persuading the esteemed leaders of your nations is to have a guarantee that we will be able to kill Golden Demon Htilil. Your aid is only needed when truly necessary.”

Everyone nodded in response.

The vice dean smiled wryly. “After all, the human race is still too weak to even spare a handful of peak saint-level experts. The strongest of our race are either resisting the demon race at the frontlines or steadily aging like all of you.”

The vice dean raised his head and gazed into the distance.

“And for this exact reason, we must forge ahead. How can we think about defeating the demon race and thriving if we can’t even handle Golden Demon Htilil? This is a battle that must be won.”