Chapter 332: After affect

"It was the Demons. Vampires, specifically. That was the only thing they told me when I interrogated them."

After hearing his answer, the room fell silent for a moment.

The professors exchanged glances, seemingly processing the information. The revelation that Vampires were involved in an assassination attempt inside the Academy was certainly not something they could take lightly.

However, since Asher had already provided the only information he had obtained from the attackers, there wasn’t much else they could ask him.

After a brief discussion, they finally allowed Asher to leave.

He immediately stood up and walked out of the room.

As he moved through the corridor, he noticed that the people he passed were looking at him strangely.

Some seemed curious, while others looked at him with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

Asher ignored their gazes and continued walking.

After Asher left, all the professors looked at Elisa, and then Eldric’s son, Alfred, said, "Professor Elisa, would you now tell us everything that you found after investigating the site?"

Elisa slowly explained everything she found about the fight.

The more she explained, the more surprised the expressions of everyone present in the room became.

After Elisa was finally done with her explanation, one of the senior professors, who teaches spatial magic in the academy, asked, "So that kid used Spatial magic inside a barrier that even a master rank might have difficulty controlling?, his tone was filled with disbelief, as if he couldn’t believe it.

"It is most likely because, when I arrived, he was resting on a bed, which he could only summon if he could use it.", Elisa replied.

Just then, Alfred intervened before anyone could ask another question, "Stop talking about Asher abilities and focus on finding out if there are other assassins like those two."

After hearing this, no one asked any questions concerning Asher abilities.

...

Meanwhile, in the Student Council Room

Aron was resting comfortably in his chair inside the Student Council office.

He had been enjoying a relatively peaceful moment when someone suddenly barged into the room.

The unexpected interruption made him open his eyes and look toward the entrance.

It was his friends.

Before Aron could even ask what had happened, one of them spoke in a hoarse voice, "Your younger brother was just the target of an assassination attempt during the test!"

Aron immediately stood up from his chair.

"What? Asher killed someone during the test? Who was it?"

His sudden reaction left his friends staring at him in confusion.

"Huh...? No! Someone tried to assassinate your brother; how can you even misunderstand this much, you idiot!"

One of them corrected him, emphasizing the words so that he would finally understand what they were saying.

When Aron heard the statement clearly this time, his expression relaxed.

"Oh, it’s just that. Then that’s good."

He calmly sat back down in his chair, seemingly relieved.

For a moment, his friends stared at him, unable to understand his reaction.

They had just told him that his younger brother had been targeted in an assassination attempt. Yet he acted as though they had told him something completely insignificant.

One of his friends leaned towards another and whispered, "It seems the rumors about him being a cruel person are actually true. He’s acting so normal even though his brother was just about to be killed."

Aron heard their conversation but chose not to respond.

Instead, he inwardly cursed.

’For fuck sake! It wasn’t me who killed my brother and his mother. It was Asher, you idiots! But everyone keeps believing that it was me and treating me as the cruel heir of the Astrean family.’

He couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

No matter what he did, people seemed determined to believe that he was the ruthless one. Meanwhile, Asher continued doing whatever he wanted.

’And that younger brother of mine... just why does everyone keep coming after him?’

He leaned back in his chair again, silently wondering how his life had become so complicated and for how long it would stay like that.

...

Meanwhile on the Demon Continent Central region.

Inside the Black Castle, in Ciaran’s room.

Ciaran was sitting on a chair by the window with a table in front of him containing some cups full of blood, looking outside and seeing the changes in the territory due to the preparation for war, and also waiting for news about what happened with the assassination of Asher.

Ciaran then picked up a cup from the table and took a sip. "They should be done with the assassination by now; they shouldn’t have any difficulty killing a kid.", Ciaran muttered after taking a sip.

And just then, someone knocked on the door. When Ciaran heard the knock, he smiled and then said, "You can enter."

The door opened, and then a Master rank Vampire entered the room, his expression nervous.

Ciaran said, "So how are things there now after the assassination?" without even turning toward the vampire who had just entered, unaware of the vampire’s nervous expression.

For a moment, there was no reply. Ciaran was puzzled by the silence, then finally turned to face the Master-rank vampire. When he saw the nervousness and hesitation on his face, Ciaran’s expression turned ugly. "It failed?"

The Vampire just nodded and didn’t say anything further.

"Those useless pieces of shit! Couldn’t even kill a kid, and now we won’t even get another chance to assassinate him.", Ciaran shouted while throwing the whole table towards the Master rank servant in anger.

The Vampire didn’t dare to dodge, and he also couldn’t if he wanted to, due to the speed of the chair coming towards him; the table struck him, and he flew right through the door, then struck the wall and finally came to rest.

The chair was in shreds of wood, and the vampire was now seriously injured by the collision and the force with which it was thrown; the force behind the throw was too high, because it was an immortal rank who threw it.

Ciaran didn’t even look at the injured vampire, and then muttered in frustration, "All of these guys are useless."

Just then, a voice echoed, "You seem useless too."