Chapter 351: Aron's Dorm

Chapter 351: Aron's Dorm



[Second Year Dorm, Imperial Academy]n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

[Solstice - **Year: 1738

Date: 26th

Month: Shadowmoon

Time: 8:00 PM

Location: Solstice**]

Aron sat on the edge of his bed frame, breathing roughly. It was the same thing over and over, like a rabid beast...he was in heat.

"I just had it yesterday! Why's this happening!"

He cursed over and over while his nails dug into his forearm, trying to calm himself. Currently, there was no one in his room or in his dorm. The maids were given a day off too.

"Haa, haa," It was hard for him to contain himself.

He turned and pulled the sheets over his head, squirming under the bed. If it were possible, he would have satisfied himself using his hand or something, but that never worked. It was just like adding fuel to the fire. He needed a human touch.

"Fuck!" He threw the sheets off of himself, and then there was a knock on the door.

**SILENCE**

Aron went silent, his eyes glowing like an animal. Gulping the saliva down his parched throat, The walked towards the door menacingly.

Creaking of the door, and Aron bit the inside of his cheeks to contain himself from pouncing forward when he saw who it was.

"Prince, this is the Simurgh's new location," said the only person that he could never willingly hurt, Cecelia Noctern.

Aron heard nothing. His focus was mainly on his now spinning head and Cecelia's nape, which was somewhat revealed outside of her knight armor.

He stood there frozen.

Aron struggled to maintain his composure, the primal urges clawing at his sanity. He clenched his fists, forcing his breathing to slow down, trying to regain a semblance of control. "Thank you, Cecelia," he managed to say through gritted teeth, his voice strained.

Cecelia noticed his struggle but chose to ignore it, focusing instead on her duty. "The Simurgh is reported to be near the Elishia Forest. The scouts confirmed its presence just this morning."

Aron barely heard her, his eyes fixed on the curve of her neck. He bit down harder on the inside of his cheek, the pain momentarily distracting him from his overpowering instincts. "Is... there anything else?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Aron's frustration boiled over as he glared at the ethereal sphere. "You want me to support Adam Stales? Are you insane? I hate that motherfucker!"

Hera's voice remained calm, almost soothing. [I understand your anger, but Adam is crucial

to my plans. You, with your strength and influence, can help guide him. In return, I will lift

your curse.]

Aron clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. "And if I refuse?"

[Then you will remain as you are, battling this torment day after day. You might eventually lose control and hurt those you care about.]

The weight of Hera's words sank into Aron, and he realized she was right. He couldn't go on like this. His own pride and anger had to be set aside if he wanted to find peace. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "I'll do it. But I want your assurance that once this is over, my curse will be lifted."

[You have my word,] Hera replied. [Now rest, Aron. You will need your strength for the days

ahead.]

The cool wind swirled around him once more, easing the tension in his muscles. Exhaustion overtook him, and he collapsed onto his bed, slipping into a dreamless sleep.

And Aron gained the powers that Hera wanted him to have, Chosen One of Hera, the Goddess

of Wind.

After a hour or two Aron woke up and looked around the room, "The hell...."

Still not noticing the changes in his body he walked up to the window of his room, opening it

to let some fresh air in.

His eyes then settle on the silhouette that walked by the compound wall of the academy that

was near Aron's dorm.

He strengthened his vision with mana.

"This guy...."

He saw Ren Hilton alongside someone else with robes draped over their heads.

Here is what Hera didn't take into consideration.... is that unlike gods, humans were greedy

and hateful.

Both of these desires doom any plan, even if it's planned by the gods themselves.