Chapter 342: Exchange Of Letters

Chapter 342: Exchange Of Letters



Emir sat on his office chair, his right hand playing with a pistol while he spun himself around aimlessly.

[So?]

His question was directed to Lyra, as they had been talking for a while. His so-called bodyguard had left long ago.

[Nothing's wrong, self-check results are fine, the history of what you did matches with the database, and so does your and my memories. Even the guard's own camera showed nothing out of the ordinary.]

Leaning his head on his left hand, he slowed the chair down and asked:

[Even the time?]

[Even the time.]

Her confirmation almost gave him a headache as he threw away the gun and kneaded his forehead.

Clack!

[Am I being overly paranoid again? It almost feels like deja vu at this point.]

Lyra's hologram materialized to his right, showing her in clothes different than usual, jeans and a normal white t-shirt.

"What do you think? I tried on a new style."

Emir smiled at her obvious attempt to change the subject and flowed along, deciding to ignore his paranoia.

"Beautiful as always, my white-haired princess-."

Picking up on his joke, she put the back of her hand on top of her head, kneeled slightly, and said with a happy voice:

"Oh~ my prince! Must you twist my heart so?"

He pushed his chair forward, crashed into her holographic body, and placed her on his lap.

"I must, for you always pull me out of the dark."

Her nonexistent heart fluttered as she heard his sincere words, ones disguised as nothing but a cringy joke.

"...I-I always will, my love."

Emir lowered himself and kissed her forehead, but his mouth touched nothing.

Her body was 'true' only to the augmented suit, so as his head wasn't connected to the suit like the rest of the body was, he couldn't feel anything.

business.

He still didn't tell them about Setrenc, the gathering of powerhouses, but he wasn't going to do that tonight. He needed to make sure of a few things first, ensure his family's safety, and

only then would he tell them.

So for now, only Lyra knew.

But what he did plan on revealing was that he would be a part of the Academy's undercover team, giving his jailer companion the stage to brief him on the mission details while letting the cute mother-daughter duo listen in.

And that was what happened.

After everything was done, they all went to their separate rooms, leaving Lyra and Emir alone

in the meeting room.

"Training room?"

"Training room."

Off they went, cultivating till the next day arrived.

...

As the sun beamed down at the Academy, Emir stood in front of his students, taking their attendance.

He had no class today, as it was only on Monday and Thursday; Tuesday being neither of the two meant that he only had a homeroom class, one where he would check up on his students. That was what he did as he walked around, asking them what classes they took, how they were doing in said classes, and which of the classes was the toughest for them.

Emir already had all of that information on hand, but asking them directly gave the impression that he gave a shit, and that would also put pressure on them to perform, so he continued to act as he was told, following Amon's orders to a tee.

Some students had doubts, and he cleared them, briefly explaining what they were taught while also making sure to not go further up the curriculum so as to not confuse them.

But as he was teaching, commotion suddenly erupted at the far left of the class.

"I didn't do jack shit!"

It was Arthur, his screams directed at an 'unnamed' sitting next to him.

"Don't lie! I know you did it!"

This 'unnamed' wasn't like the rest; however, he was a bully, and he was one of the three who

beat Arthur up in front of their professor.

Letting out a sigh, Emir walked towards them, his demeanor even colder than usual.

'A new event, huh?'