73 The Headmistress (2/2)

”Haha! You really are a funny one.” The woman's voice sounded out from the hole. There was no anger in the voice, it continued to be playful and interested.

Finally, the woman who was speaking from the center hole walked out into the open. She looked around her thirties, but Arnin could feel that she was much older than that.

The woman had short silver hair and chocolate skin. Her eyes were ink-like, however, something that made her threat level really high was the fact that Arnin was unable to sense her power.

'Interesting.' Arnin smirked when he was unable to tell what cultivation realm the woman was at.

”I presume that you are the leader of this so-called cult?” Arnin continued with his sharp words.

”Hehe, you are right. I am the leader, or you could say the principal.” The woman didn't get offended and just continued to casually speak with Arnin. Fae kept her silence, however, something that surprised Arnin suddenly occurred.

The woman walked out of the hole and when he thought that she would leap onto the ground, he found that she began to slowly step on the air. It was as if there was a platform hiddenly put on the air for her, however, Arnin knew the real reason for this.

'Flight!' Arnin was only shocked for a moment before smiling inwardly. The real reason he was shocked was not because of the hidden cultivation realm of the headmistress, rather because of the low cultivation realm needed for flight.

From his knowledge, almost in any world he visited, the ability of flight was only possible after one reached the Fusion Realm, which was only two realms lower than the Emperor Realm. However even achieving this would require a talented person at least a few tens of thousands of years.

Arnin knew that there was a possibility of people being in the Fusion Realm inside Afloria, however, he was certain that the headmistress was nowhere near that level.

'Seems like the order in this world is a little different than the outside. This weird power continues to intrigue me more and more.' Arnin couldn't help but smirk when he thought of the weird energy that powered Afloria.

”Since you are here, let me introduce myself. I am the Headmistress of Thorn Academy.” Arnin nodded his head before looking at Fae with a smile.

”Does that mean that this so-called Academy is a part of the group that opposes Lepidoptera Academy?” Fae nodded her head with the same irritating smile, however, this time Arnin did not scoff. He continued to star at Fae and even licked his lips in front of her, allowing her to see every one of his actions.

Fae couldn't help but tremble slightly at such a sight. She quickly looked away and continued to stare at the headmistress.

”How much did Fae tell you about this place and the two opposing sides?” Arnin felt everything distort in front of him before finding himself standing inside one of the holes. Beside him was the headmistress who looked at him with a smile.

”I know nothing of this place and only know that there are two opposing powers in the Academy Alliance. She has told me nothing else.” Arnin pointed towards Fae with his thumb.

”Than, let me clear some things up for you. The two opposing sides have different methods of teaching the students. The side that Lepidoptera Academy chose was a gentle, yet snake like method. I won't go into to too much detail though.” Arnin nodded his head. He knew that right now was not the best time to know everything. Plus, he would be able to figure out things himself later on.

”As for Thorn Academy, we have a more aggressive teaching style.” The headmistress spoke with a mysterious smile.

”When you mean aggressive, do you mean…” Arnin caught on quickly and also smiled somewhat. The headmistress gave an approving nod to Arnin before pushing his back slightly forward.

”Keep walking straight, you will see what we do here.” She spoke a little more before vanishing into thin air.

Arnin nodded his head and walked into the dark tunnel. He didn't have much hesitation, rather he felt some adrenaline. He already had a feeling as to what he would see, so he felt a little excited.

Half an hour passed and Arnin noticed a light in the distance. When Arnin saw the light, he noticed a small red gas appearing around the exit. Arnin sniffed and smiled.

'Blood!' Arnin walked closer and suddenly a few sounds landed in his ears.

”Hiya! Hah!”

”Take that! ARG!”

Arnin walked towards the edge and when he saw the scene in front of him he nodded his head in satisfaction. It was a scene that he loved to see.

Desperation. Fear. Anxiousness. Bloodthirsty. Excitement. Horror. Despair.

These expressions that appeared in the faces of others were things Arnin enjoyed to see. Especially when he was bored out of his mind.

In front of him, thousands of people were having a bloody battle. Death and tears were everywhere. Every single person on the ground was between the ages of twelve and twenty.

There were blades in some hands, while knives in others. People were screaming in both fear and excitement. Others were crying with blades either entering their bodies or another.

The sight in front would have broken down many people, and probably would have angered them, however to Arnin, such a scene was nostalgic. It reminded him of the battlefields that he would go to during his time as a Demon Lord. Of course, back then things were much more horrifying. Death was a wish many had back then.

Suddenly, Arnin felt something tap his back, pushing him forward, towards the battlefield. He turned his head and saw the Headmistress looking at him with a smirk. ”This is a test for you. Make it out alive and prove to me that I didn't waste my time.” She then disappeared.

Arnin ignored the Headmistress' words. He wasn't going to do things for her, rather he wanted to join the battlefield in front.

'Although I am losing essence quickly and death is near, that doesn't mean I cannot fight. Let's test out how great this new body of mine is!'