Chapter 303 Amael's Show [3]

Chapter 303 Amael's Show [3]

It took me little time to reach John's class, and it appeared that no one had informed the teachers about the unfolding situation. However, they wouldn't take long to arrive, so I had just a little time.

[<They are following you, Amael.>]

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Both my class and Allen's and Roda's classes trailed behind me out of curiosity, or perhaps a desire to witness the unfolding events.

As I approached the classroom door, a raucous uproar emanated from within the hall. Laughter and shouts filled the air, creating an atmosphere akin to a stadium. Peering inside, I observed John in a battered state, engaged in a fight with several students.

At the far end of the lecture class, Alvara sat gracefully on her chair, holding her umbrella. Beside her was Lykhor Elaryon.

The entire class comprised elves, vampires, and moonfangs, excluding high humans as they were part of Adrian's group, who was conspicuously absent.

"You organized a brawl and didn't even invite me?" I entered, my voice cutting through the noise.

All eyes turned towards me before settling on the person I was dragging like a sack. Almost unrecognizable, he was indeed Allen Teraquin. The realization prompted gasps of shock, with many casting glances at Alvara.

Ignoring the curious gazes, I dragged Allen until reaching John. "I propose an exchange of hostages. I will take John, and you will take your dear brother. How about it?"

"..." Alvara remained silent, her gaze fixed on me.

The students who had been beating John rushed towards me, but Samara quickly intervened, freezing their movements.

"You are in pretty bad shape, John," I remarked, observing him.

"Shut up..." John retorted, his eyes threatening to close in exhaustion. There was a huge gash on his back. He was probably attacked by behind but by not any ordinary attack.

"W-What's happening?"

Turning around, I noticed Amelia, Sephira, and Sirius, who had just arrived.

"Nice timing, Amelia," I said as I punched John, knocking him out, and threw him toward Amelia.

"W-what?!" Amelia caught him, stumbling, but Sirius promptly steadied her.

"Get him healed," I instructed before turning to face Alvara.

The air was filled with tension as Alvara and I locked eyes in a silent standoff.

Breaking the silence, I flashed a smile and swiftly dealt with the men who had attacked John. Each blow I delivered left them groaning on the ground, some with broken jaws, others with injured legs.

"It seems your little escapade is at an end, Alvara Teraquin. The party is over," I announced, confidently ascending the stairs with Allen's limp body in tow.

My declaration was abruptly interrupted by Ryo, who attempted to land a punch. In a quick defensive move, I positioned Allen in front of me, causing Ryo to halt his attack.

Seizing the momentary freeze, I delivered a headbutt using Allen's unconscious form before propelling him forcefully toward Alvara and Lykhor. However, Lykhor intervened, redirecting Allen away from them with a subtle gesture.

"Treat him," Lykhor commanded, prompting the other elves to promptly attend to Allen's injuries.

Undeterred, Ryo unleashed a powerful punch that I caught with my palm, bracing against the force that threatened to send me flying.

"Anathemas Fire," I retaliated, summoning a purple circle around my arm.

"Nothing," I replied as I tried to walk past him but he blocked my path. Then his eyes traveled the lecture hall, slightly destroyed, and eventually landed on Allen Teraquin, groaning above. As soon as he saw Allen's bloodied face, his expression twisted in shock.

"Did you do this?" He looked down at me with extreme coldness, clearly exerting pressure on me.

"I wonder about that?" I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Don't play the fool with me. I know how to deal with you-"

"Enough, Gamir."

Interrupting Gamir was another professor.

Golden blond hair and crimson eyes.

It was James Raven.

He approached calmly and spoke. "Class will be suspended for both the Silver Class and Gold Class until this case is cleared. Fighting inside the academy is strictly prohibited. Do I have to remind you again? To sophomores on top of that?"

Most of them averted their gazes from Professor Raven, unable to answer.

Then he turned his gaze at Gamir. "Gamir, can I let you handle them? I will hear out these two," he said, looking at me and John, who was already awake, covered again in bandages.

Gamir seemed reluctant but upon glancing at Alvara and Allen, he nodded.

"I fear for the dishonest nepotism but whatever," I said before walking off, ignoring Gamir's gaze.

"Amael," Victor approached me and patted my shoulders with a smile. "Don't worry, I sent my father the video of what happened with John."

Oh, that's why he was here?

I was sure that Alvara made sure to not let any professors learn what was happening here.

I smiled at him gratefully. "Thanks, Victor."

He was saving me from a lot of troubles.

I already knew that James Raven calling me and John was to take our testimony but also to take us away from Gamir Teraquin before the latter created a scenario fitting the Teraquin House.

Approaching John, who was seated on the ground and glaring murderously at Lykhor, I nudged his leg. "How long are you going to sit on the ground?"

"Hey! He's injured!" Amelia yelled at me incredulously.

"No worries, he's had worse in Celesta," I shrugged, recalling the treatment both of us received from Charles Celeste after I killed his brother.

John scoffed and stood up. "I'm sick of those elves' mugs."

Cylien, who was nearby, winced slightly at John's words, while Sephira dropped her shoulders.

"Well, I'm feeling the same, honestly," I sighed, glancing at Sephira. "Except for you, of course. We're friends."

Sephira was surprised by my words but beamed a radiant smile—the brightest I'd ever seen.

"We're all right here..." Cylien murmured, glancing discreetly at Alvara and Lykhor, who had overheard my conversation with John. We made sure they could hear it.

"I know, that was the idea," I replied to Cylien before following John out of the lecture hall.