Reincarnated With The Van Helsing System
chapter-182

Before Leslie and Liliana could open the door of the classroom, Yvonne grabbed them by their shoulders stopping them in the spot.

"Calm down you two… miss Aura is watching over the academy, and I'm sure she would have stepped in if needed, the classroom can withstand the pressure and attacks of Arch ranks so let's not give more troubles to our mothers".

Liliana and Leslie exchanged gazes before they both nodded.

"Thanks, Yvi… I got a bit too excited", said Leslie as she hugged Yvonne, she still hasn't forgotten her father for ignoring what happened to her older sister, just because she wasn't her real sister, that and because he wanted to hold onto of the Gladius family's leg of course.

Liliana was the same but, in her case, the one she addressed as her eldest brother was actually her mother's little cousin which grew with her, due to the small gap in age they treated each other as siblings.

Daimon who listened to Yvonne's reason felt a bit weird, although her logic was correct, Aura wasn't in the academy, he couldn't feel her presence so she had to be at least one thousand kilometers away from his current position.

He stood up and then walked towards the Risha sisters, Daimon didn't stop and instead passed them but not without saying.

"Come, let's teach those two a small lesson just like it happened with Ferdinand".

Yvonne chuckled listening to Daimon calling her father by his first name, she was still dying of curiosity about what could have he told him, to make him suddenly become a decent "father", to the point that Ferdinand has been sending her potions, pills and even equipment lately.

"If it's him then… everything is possible", she thought looking at the wide proud back of the black-haired youth in front of her.

But then she saw how the distance between them grew as Daimon kept walking and she felt motivated, for some unknown reason she felt that if she was left behind, it would become something she would regret all her life.

"Let's go", Yvonne grabbed Liliana and Leslie and followed Daimon, which made Aisha who was holding onto Daimon's right arm look at her from the corner of her eyes.

It was just a peek, something Yvonne didn't notice but there was a small smile on the corner of Aisha's mouth.

The first one to jump to the action was of course Calvin, he literally jumped from his seat which was at one of the corners of the backside of the classroom, all the way to the front before he shouted at Michael.

"Oi, shrimp, what the hell are you doing still sitting, are you really going to let the girls of the class stand in front of you, don't be a sissy and move your ass!".

Michael felt a vein popping on his neck, he was of course going to participate in what was about to happen, Calvin just happened to react faster this time.

"Shut up, and if someone here is a sissy, I think it would be the guy who is still single", said Michael as he looked at Haylee.

Calvin's eyes nearly became red like an angered beast, Michael just added salt to the wound, but then he looked at Loren and the angel like image he had of her was enough to bring peace to his heart.

"If I wanted my old man would have arranged a marriage for me, but I decided to be a true man and look for my fated partner", he said in an upright voice, shamelessly ignoring the fact that he just wanted to fool around with a lot of girls before having to marry some noble lady.

While those two were busy arguing with each other, Loren and Haylee stared at each other before exchanging a little nod as if they were saying "I get you".

After opening the door Daimon raised an eyebrow, besides the crowd formed by some students from all the academies which were watching the "show", Irina, Veronica and Anya were blocking the way of two guys.

One of them was tall and bulky, with long gray-blue hair, the other one was slim, no it would be more accurate to say he was lanky and had short orangish hair.

"A middle stage Archknight and a middle stage Archmage… well, at least is easy to know who is who", thought Daimon, those two were Leslie and Liliana's fathers.

Still Daimon didn't immediately interfere, due to the suppressing formation of the academy, the highest strength usable within the campus and the academic city was the early-stage Arch rank, and surprisingly the three mothers were holding their ground against the two middle Arch ranks.

Of course, they weren't openly fighting yet, the air trembling between the two groups made clear they were just making their mana clash.

While the other students couldn't see nor feel anything, for Daimon the scene was similar to what happened back then when Erin and Aura suppressed Disaster with their mana.

The mana of the two guys was clearly bigger and denser, but it still didn't manage to gain even a centimeter of advantage in front of the tricolored agglomeration formed by Irina, Veronica and Anya.

"Those three are really used to work together", thought Daimon, according to Yvonne their mothers knew each other since they were about five years old, after two hundred years they could fight while completely trusting their backs to each other, to the point that when one was attacked other defended.

And their mana reflected that too, whenever the mana of the two guys tried to advance, Anya and Veronica's did the same while Irina's one pushed from behind compensating for the difference in strength.

Something truly praise worthy, crossing realms became harder with each realm, and a recently ascended middle Arch rank is normally able to suppress at least five early-stage Arch ranks, and yet three early Archmages were keeping on with two middle stage ones.

The bulky gray haired gritted his teeth before giving Anya a hateful gaze.

"Anya… that girl has duties with the family".

In a rare occasion Anya's normal expressionless face, actually showed one feeling, disgust.

"Screw you Horace, all this time while you were living under the skirt of that bitch, I spent the last five years fighting against beasts in the frozen wastelands, you are no match for me now".

The lanky guy previously called Kirik, interrupted, his voice was strangely high pitched, not feminine it was more like nails scratching a chalkboard.

"Humph, that's why I told you that letting these three interact with each other would only lead to problems!".

Veronica couldn't help but laugh out loud, ignoring the seriousness of the situation she mocked Kirik.

"For having stolen all the resources of the family for yourself, you haven't been able to dispel my "Idiot's retribution potion", that's what you deserve for being a lap dog for the Gladius family".

Kirik nearly lost it as Veronica rubbed salt on the wound, back then since the first moment he started being in friendly terms with the Gladius family, she started adding some kind of potion to his food and drinks.

His previously slim but athletic figure changed to a lanky one, and what was worse was that his voice became something more similar to the chirps of a carrion bird.

No matter how many alchemists or doctors he visited no one knew how to cure him, which was perfectly normal considering all the time of researching it took Veronica to understand how to alter the innate characteristics of the people of the fire crane clan, from which she derived the potion she used on herself and the one she gave her daughter.

Kirik gritted his teeth.

"If that bastard Ferdinand wouldn't have lost his mind, we could have suppressed these three bitched and get this whole situation over with, so that we can get that thing to reach the peak stage of the Arch rank", he thought before he looked backwards.

"Esteemed seniors, please lend us a hand".

Daimon's sixth sense immediately warned, he looked back and saw Erin nodding at him before he focused his attention on the battle again.

Then the world seemed to stop for a second as two heavy pressures fell on the 1-S classroom and the surrounding area, even without being specifically targeted, some of the students which were watching the show directly fainted… these were the mana pressures of two half emperors, even suppressed they were in a different level compared to Arch ranks.

A couple of people from the spectators left the crowd, a brown haired "young" man, with green eyes wearing casual clothes, his eyes reflected raw disdain towards Kirik and Horace, that is Galad Grayer, the other one was a solemn looking bearded man with dirty blond hair who seemed to be in his thirties fully clad in a silver armor and a longsword with its scabbard hanging from his waist, faint traces of light yellow battle aura flashed around him from time to time, giving his identity as Wilbert Ascott away.

The brown-haired young man sinisterly laughed as he looked at Irina, Veronica and Anya.

"You people from the beast faction seem to have problems controlling your women, if you want, my Gladius family won't mind lending you a hand to teach you a couple of tricks kekeke".

Wilbert frowned but he didn't say anything, they weren't in the blue-sky galaxy, so he didn't care if Galad let his bad "habits" explode here, there won't be humans harmed anyway.

That being said he still interrupted him as his face contorted in hatred.

"That's enough Galad, don't forget the objective, increase your pressure and make that little bitch who made my son fall from the grace of the god of light come out so that I can seek justice for him!".

As the two half emperors were about to increase their pressures a different voice interrupted them.

"I guess the doubled faced "gallant" attitude is something inherited in the family".

Recognizing the voice which came from the classroom that was behind them, Irina unconsciously let out a sigh of relief, although they gritted their teeth and managed to resist, a moment ago the three of them felt a bit suffocated due to the mana pressure of two half emperors.

Even then, that moment of resistance and the fact that they didn't loo afraid but frustrated due to the difference in strength made Daimon's impression of them skyrocket, due to the suppressing formation the half emperors couldn't use their mana to the fullest, but mana pressure is more similar to a mental attack than to a spell.

The feeling of being in front of an enemy which is far superior to you, Daimon knows it pretty well, only those with a strong will, can overcome the natural fear caused by a far superior creature, becoming strong is possible by external means, but having some backbone isn't.

Daimon glared at the sky, he was now able to feel Aura which meant that she was within one thousand kilometers of distance and judging by Erin's cunning foxlike grin, there was a reason for her to not have appeared yet.