The Broken Halo

“That’s enough, First Blade.”

First Blade turned and looked behind him, and his eyes widened when he saw a Velari standing behind him.

He instantly recognized the Velari.

“Vice headmaster.”

The vice headmaster had the typical appearance of all Velaris.

A hooded face covered in shadows, white bandages on their arms and legs, and black smoke drifting from the bandages covering their bodies.

The only difference between the vice headmaster and Instructor Valdin was their aura, clothes, and their gender.

The vice headmaster was a female while Instructor Valdin was a male.

Instructor Valdin wore the clothes of an instructor, while the Vice headmaster wore completely black robes with a large symbol of the Clan on his back- a tilted coffin that was half sunk inside its own shadow.

The vice headmaster let go of First Blade’s shoulder, and First Blade’s expression became solemn.

Why?

The answer was simple.

The Vice headmaster was a Demon Lord… A Minor Demon Lord to be exact.

The Vice headmaster was the one that stopped him from breaking the laws and controlling the Sovereign ranked sword to kill Simon.

He had been wary of her presence from the moment he made an attempt to kill Simon, and had been looking out for him.

He was relieved when the Vice headmaster took no action when he confronted Ormon, but it seemed he was not going to keep on being so lucky.

There was a brief moment of silence between the two demons, then the Vice headmaster gestured at their surroundings.

“Look at the damage you’ve done to the Death Arena, First Blade.”

First Blade finally took a good look around him for the first time, and he saw the destruction he and Ormon had brought to the Death Arena.

The shattered, melted, and deep cuts on the floor of the arena.

The debris that crushed and destroyed some seats of the Death Arena, and even a deep horizontal cut that nearly split the western section of the arena in two.

He could also see how some of the Instructors and powerhouses were protecting the weak Initiates and clan members.

He saw all of these, but did he care?

Absolutely not.

“The Death Arena is meant for Lesser Demons, Fiends, and Archfiends to battle. It’s not meant for Greater Demons and above to battle.”

“You know that, but you still went ahead to cause this much damage and destruction.”

The vice headmaster shook her head.

“Your punishment for destroying the Death Arena is that you would pay for all the damages. Everything.”

The left eye of First Blade twitched, but he didn’t complain.

The cost of fixing the Death Arena would cost a lot, but he could afford it.

He took another glance at his surroundings, then he looked at Simon and Ormon.

“Don’t think this is over, Ormon. You’re going to regret your actions.”

Ormon scoffed. “Worry about yourself, old man.”

First Blade did not say anything. He turned and looked at the vice headmaster.

“If that’s all, Vice headmaster, I’ll be taking my leave.”

The vice headmaster nodded indifferently.

“You can leave, but just know that you’ll also be punished for breaking the rules of the academy.”

First Blade was about to take a step forward, but he could not help but pause.

“What rule did I break?” He asked with narrowed eyes.

“You interfered with a life and death battle, you attacked a student in the academy, and you also attempted to kill the winner of a life and death battle all because he killed your disciple fairly.”

With every word that was spoken by the vice headmaster, the expression of First Blade became more and more grave.

“Do not tell me that you’re going to punish me because I attacked a damned slave? He’s a slave for fuck sake.”

The vice headmaster shook her head.

“Whether he’s a slave or not, you broke the rules, First Blade. You cannot deny that. And you’ll be punished for that.”

’Bullshit!’

First Blade immediately called bullshit on her words.

He knew that the true reason why the vice headmaster was stating out the rules he broke was because she wanted something from him.

Punishment?

Whether he’s a slave or not?

Acting like all slaves were equal in her eyes?

That was all utter bullshit to the First Blade.

The vice headmaster was a Velari, and the Velaris were the true rulers of the Shadowgrave Clan, and the Velaris were the ones that created the rules that made the lives of slaves terrible and difficult.

The Velaris were the ones that cared the least for slaves, and the First Blade did not believe that the vice headmaster was any different.

He gritted his teeth and wanted to come up with an argument, but what could he do?

The vice headmaster did not only have a higher rank in terms of power, she had more authority than him in the academy.

And in this situation, she was not wrong, so there was nothing he could say.

A few seconds later, he clicked his tongue and his body rose as he flew to the sky and left the Death Arena before his mood became a lot worse.

Everybody watched as the First Blade left, and the vice headmaster shook her head before shifting her gaze back to Ormon.

She tilted her head slightly when she looked at Simon who was looking at her.

She could see that he was forcing himself to raise his head and to not fall unconscious, and she could not help but comment his willpower and tenacity.

“Vice headmaster.”

She looked at Ormon who just called her.

“What is it?” She asked coldly, and Simon raised a brow when he heard how cold her tone was.

Do these two have a sort of history?

When Simon thought about it, he realized that it would not be beyond Ormon to try and make a move on the vice headmaster since she was a woman.

But this were all speculations in his mind.

“You’ve seen that he’s talented. You’ve seen what he can do, why don’t you and the academy head free him and remove his status as a slave?”

To Simon’s surprise, Ormon actually tried to speak up for him.