Chapter 221 Talking With The Dean Part 1

“Wait! I will talk!” One of the young men yelled out. Adel had an angelic like smile on her face as she knelt back down and looked at the young man.

“Then tell me which instructor told you that demi humans were not allowed to enter the academy?” Adel asked. But I swear that I can see horns on her head and a pointy tail coming off her backside. Her smile seemed beautiful, but it also seemed quite evil. At least to the two young men, that is.

“Instructor Freedman! He is Count Freedman’s younger brother.” The young man yelled out.

“Hey! You traitor! Ahhh!” The other young man yelled out. My tail accidentally smacked him in the face. I swear it was an accident. A really big giant accident. “Ouch! Stop hitting me with your tail, you dirty demi! Do you know who I am!? I am David Sullivan!”

“You talk big for a head sticking out of the ground. If I want to hit you, I will. What can you do to me? You couldn’t even resist when I stuffed you into the ground. Even if I were to walk a scaled horse over here to use you as a bathroom, there is nothing you can do about it. Wait…. Sullivan… Are you Viscount Sullivan’s son? Do you have a brother named Harold?” I asked. If it is who I think it is, then he deserves a punch as well.

“Yes, I am. Why scared now!? Now let me out and kneel before me, and maybe I will…. Ooofff!” Ahh, that feels so much better.

I looked over to see Adel giving me a thumbs up, causing me to grin as I dusted my hands off. “Now then. So It seems Count Freedman and Viscount Sullivan need me to visit them. But first, we need to talk with the Dean. I also wish to meet with this Instructor Freedman as well.”

“Faith, you don’t plan to beat him up, do you?” Adel asked. I could tell she was expecting a big fat yes from me.

“You think the Dean will get mad?” I do wonder, if I am taking out the trash, if he would be angry about me beating and dragging the instructor to Count Freedman’s house.

“I am not sure. He might want to settle things internally.” Adel answered, causing me to feel a bit dispirited. Well, I guess it doesn’t matter. I only have this one day to really run around for a while because I will be put under house arrest here soon. So I do not think anyone will mind if I bend the rules just a tiny bit.

“Doesn’t matter. I will just politely invite Instructor Freedman to his brother’s house.” I said with a big smile. Adel looked at me and laughed. With a shrug, I pushed the gates of the academy open and entered.

The Dean’s building was deep in the academy, so it took almost thirty minutes to reach there by foot. The tall buildings that we passed were all of gothic style construction, with many different monsters carved here and there on the outer parts of the building. It was not exactly what I was expecting, but to be honest, it was very well made. The intricate sculpting of the monsters made them almost seem life like. If they were painted and not a faded white stone color, they would have looked very much alive.

When we walked into the Dean’s building, the door to his office was guarded by an old man standing outside. “You are Faith Cyrilia and Princess Adel, correct?”

“Yes, we are,” I replied with a slight bow. I was showing this man respect because his eyes did not show any signs of hostility or discrimination. He looked at me with the same eyes as he did toward Adel.

“Then please enter. The Dean is expecting you.” The old man said with a nod as he smiled at me.

As I walked by him, I paused and looked at him. “Oh, by the way. The front gates to the academy needs two more guards. I can’t explain in detail, but I do not think the academy should go unguarded.”

“Hmm?” The old man looked at me with a questioning gaze before nodding his head. “I will send someone to deal with it but make sure you explain everything to the Dean.”

“I will,” I replied with a bow before entering the Dean’s office.

“You are here.” The Dean looked at me with a meaningful look. “So, what did you do at the gates?”

“I shoved two idiots into the ground so that only their heads were showing,” I answered honestly.

“Haha! I figured as much. I knew that they could not stop you.” The Dean answered with a smile.

“So you knew they were going to stop me, huh? Did you also know who ordered them to do such a thing?” I asked.

“Yes. And don’t worry. I already have him waiting in the side room. With everything that has been going on, I am sure you wish to deal with this little issue yourself. But for now, I have two things I wish to talk to you about. First is what happened in the dungeon, and second I want to know if you are willing to become an instructor as well as a student.” The Dean paused and raised his hand at me. “Before you answer. I have my reasons for asking this, and the students who will be under your care have all been carefully selected.

“As you know, this kingdom is about to undergo a great change. I have been watching the flow of changes here and there between the two sides. So in order to prepare, I plan to make a small group of people who will be put personally under your command. Of course, I will also pay you for your troubles.”

<strong>–AN:</strong> Hello all, I would like to announce that I have started a new Female Lead novel called: <strong>Reborn With A Demon or Goddess System</strong>. If you like this novel, I am sure you will like the new novel I am writing. As of now, you will need to search for it since AllFreeWebNovel has not approved it yet, which won’t be until Monday. Please give it a read and leave a comment letting me know what you think.

Synopsis:

A girl who lived two lives before being reborn…

She was called both a Saintess and a Demoness in her previous lives…

A chess piece to be used by the gods and demons…

Bella, reborn for the third time, must understand the so-called Demon or Goddess system and uncover its mysteries while dealing with the political strife that is happening within her kingdom. All while trying to grasp the split personalities caused by the system.

Will she be able to win this game of chess against the gods and demons and take control of her own life?

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