The Way of a Demon Lord
chapter-38

"Use a spell, hit me." Both of them went back to the scene. Adrian stood beside the body of the caster he stole that sword from and gave the order.

"Are you sure?" Rosalyn squinted. "Don't complain to master later."

She brought forth her hand. A complex white circle formed in the air. It began to spin in an extremely high speed.

"Not the Hurricane Drill, YOU BITCH!"

The principal of the Royal Academy of Nemphis, Rastia Bell was sitting at the head of a long table. The walls were made of cloth; the enclosed lanterns, which were placed a feet away from the combustible walls, lit up the windowless room.

There was a big smile on her face. But the emotion that she felt more than happiness was relief- relief that she decided not to go against that monster. He just made three moves; but those three moves were enough to topple down a heavyweight faction as such that of the vice principal's. Though that second play was enough to knock the vice principal down, this third one would make sure that he never gets up again.

She remembered how Adrian's recent move began.

A month ago, her daughter brought a message at night. It was from him. There were three simple instructions: make sure that the first jungle stroll takes place in Shalborn, make sure a trusted aide of the vice principal is in charge, and finally- let the deans know that he is actually a tier 5 and he might join Nemphis. Her daughter also warned her that if everything was not dealt with accordingly, the mother-daughter duo would be punished publicly. Though she- as masochist- did not mind being punished, she was not an exhibitionist and her reputation as a principal came foremost.

Following all those instructions was quite easy for her because of her authority. For some reasons, the vice principal's faction wanted to be in charge of all the jungle strolls this year at all cost. She agreed quite easily- the condition being she would have the authority to decide the locations. The opposite party agreed. She hit two birds with one stone.

As for the third instruction, she called in the deans and professor Midsley secretly for a meeting. There she revealed all she needed to reveal, keeping the secret matters secret. Adrian's safety was the perfect excuse; the deans even praised her for hiding the matter.

But all of these had made her curious, especially the last part of the message- 'you will know what to do when the jungle stroll starts'.

Now that the time had come, she realised that he had exceeded all of the conjectures she had. She had the chance to suspend Instructor Nat Hemlin. Even though the vice principal would most probably not face any charges, this matter would definitely scar his reputation- so much that even the tower masters supporting him must back off.

The curtains on the door moved. Her smile ran away, her eyes squinted and her index finger started to tap on the table.

Instructors and the deans began to come in one by one. They took their seats. The meeting was about to begin.

"Did you find out anything else?" She looked at the oldest in the room, Dean Gistre.

"Those assailants, they are not of this nation."

Her statement caused a dean. Everyone looked at instructor Hemlin, their faces filled with disgust. Only the high ranking members of his faction and the leader of that faction had a face of defeat.

"Don't bother with instructor Hemlin for now, he is going to die anyway." She declared.

The vice principal, Aston Ragov stood up. "Rastia! Is that a threat? Don't forget you don't have the authority to punish a level-"

"He might be deemed innocent. But do you think Emilia will let him live?" She gave him a cold look. "Do you think the tower masters would want to risk the destruction of the Academy just to protect a level 7 circler?"

Her question rendered him speechless. Everyone gulped when they heard the name 'Emilia'. Even the one called Braveheart shuddered.

"But… but… even 'she' is an alum. She won't go-"

"Yes, she will go that far. I was her master, I know. Let's leave this matter, we have something more urgent at hand- the whereabouts of the kidnapped student."

Everyone became serious.

Dean Gistre spoke. "Poor fella, hopefully he is not being tortured somewhere."

Two kilometres away from the forest- in the city of Belfort, a large city in the Northwest of the Kingdom of Nemphis, two hooded figures were walking through a crowded market; the streets were clear of snow as fire circlers were always on duty.

The duo entered an old looking tavern. They approached the bartender.

"What you need? We got the best ale in the town." The bearded bartender asked.

"A rosed wine with a pint of blood." A male voice escaped the hood.

The jolly expression on the bartender's face turned serious.

"Second floor- room 3." He slid a key on the bar table.

The hooded figure who just spoke took the key.

They entered the designated room. The room was completely barren. The rectangular table and four chairs were the only furniture in the room. The small window made sure that the room was not completely dark.

"How did you do that?" Rosalyn asked.

"I made many friends at the Academy." Adrian answered.

"How many of them are boys?"

"The number of days you were able to stand up stably after getting screwed."

"YOU!"

Footsteps interrupted their conversation. They both rushed and sat on the same side of the rectangular table.

"I will do the talking. No matter whatever I do, do not make a sound, got it? Or else…" Adrian smiled.

She nodded intensely.

The footsteps became louder and louder until *creak* the closed door again began to open.

Another hooded man came in. He silently walked and sat opposite to the two.

"I heard you called me. What do you need?" The man had a very common voice, impossible to differentiate in a crowd.

"Information. And a customer."

"Fortunately, I deal in both."

"This woman right here." Adrian pointed at Rosalyn beside him. "I want to sell her to a brothel. The price is quite high I warn you."

Rosalyn looked at Adrian. Even though her face was covered, Adrian could imagine the shock on her face.

"You met just the right person. But, you can't just sell in any girl you pick up from the streets."

"Oh, don't worry." Adrian stood up. "I assure you, she is of premium quality." He walked until he was right behind Rosalyn.

He suddenly held her upper garments and tore it apart.

"Aaah" She subconsciously screamed and tried to resist but she suddenly remembered her warning, or rather- threat.

Her alluring body came into view. The abdomen and the breasts were perfectly proportionate. Her two tits were like cherries on perfectly round mounds. Her fair skin was devoid of any flaws. One could feel the smoothness just from seeing them.

The broker gulped. Though he had his fair share of experience when it came to women, he had never witnessed such an exquisite body before.

Adrian smiled. He touched her melons and began to knead them. His fingers pressed into her breasts as if he were pressing a sponge.

"Aaah." The moan gave a hint of her beautiful voice.

The man could not take it anymore. He took off his hood to enjoy the view to the fullest. He was not that concerned as he was wearing a cloth mask to hide the lower half of his face.

"Can I…"

"Nope. If I don't get a fair price, I will take her for myself. Letting you observe is already a blessing for you."

"I understand." The man sighed. "I can organise an underground auction. The brothel owners can shed blood for a piece like her. We can share the reward four to one, how about it?"

"Nine to one. But I will let you play with her once before giving her to the brothel."

The man thought for a few moments. "Deal. When?"

"A week later."

"Fine, we will meet again." The dealer put on his hood again before leaving the room. Only Adrian and his guardian was left in the room.

*Sniff. Sniff*

He took off her hood. Her eyes were all watery, her nose- red and lips- trembling.

"That's what you get for using a fucking Hurricane Drill on someone you're supposed to protect." He took off his own hooded robe and placed it on her shoulder.

"You almost sold me to a brothel."

"Stop crying. Or I will sell you to a peasant's brothel."

His statement worked like magic. She cleared her eyes and barely stopped her sniffs. But her lips did not stop trembling.

"Good. Now, we know the schedule of every member of the Belford family. Let's do some spying, shall we?"

"Schedule? What schedule?" She squinted.

"The one you just earned through showing your assets." He smiled.