The Way of a Demon Lord
chapter-79

The principal's office.

*Knock.*

*Slam!*

The door abruptly opened after just a single knock. It grabbed the attention of the principal who was busy with paperwork.

She firstly squinted at the audacity of the one who dared to create such a ruckus. But once she discovered the identity of the one who barged in, her countenance returned to normal. Yes, he definitely had the audacity.

"Please stop!" The secretary followed Adrian into the room. She turned to the principal. "I apologise." She bowed before reaching out her hand to grab Adrian.

"Stop!" Rastia shouted, even releasing a bit of her aura- scaring the poor lady in the process. "Leave." She waved her hand. "And close the door while you're at it."

The young lady hurriedly bowed and left, closing the door behind her.

"What brings you here?" She asked.

"Why? Do I need a reason?" He approached her desk.

"Of course not. If you needed my 'services', you could've just called me." She smiled as she opened her upper coat a bit, revealing her cleavage.

"Oh, I need your services alright." He circled around the wooden desk to behind her. He bowed down and grabbed both of her massive melons, kneading them hard. "But it's not the service you think it is."

"What do you want?" Her face flushed. She loved it when he kneaded her breasts hard.

"The Academy- I want to leave for a few days." He pulled apart her dress, revealing her big and smooth jugs.

"Why?" She squinted despite the pleasure she felt from his sensual touches on her naked breasts.

"You are not my only customer you know." He pinched her tits hard.

"Aaah!" She arched her back from the painful pleasure. "Yes, you can leave. But the only way is if you leave tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?." He squinted kneaded her breasts hard, all of his fingers drowned into her spongy boobs. "The delegation?"

She gasped. "How-" Her eyes turned to normal as she shook her head. "Never mind. I will sneak you into it."

"Make it two."

"Two?"

"Yes, I will not be going alone. I can't even beckon Rosalyn in time."

"Who?"

"I have not selected yet. But she will be, by today." He smirked as he let go of her mounds.

Rastia fixed her dress and covered her breasts again. Her face was still flushed from the mini session.

Adrian approached the door, intending to leave the room.

"Be prepared by tomorrow morning. The delegation is important- we can't be late." Her serious voice resounded in his ears.

He did not look back and left through the door.

She rested back as she heaved a long sigh of relief. What was that monster planning now?

She took out a glass and a bottle of wine from her desk.

Afternoon.

Celestea House.

The princess was lying in her bed, resting. Since she had been selected as the Academy student representative half a year ago, her workload increased greatly. But she had no choice. If she could not even take the responsibilities of a mere student representative, how could she even think of becoming the queen?

Suddenly, she felt her mattress move, as if someone lied just beside her. She abruptly sat up while circulating her magical energy. But she relaxed after seeing who it was.

Who could it be but Adrian?

She lied down again. She had 'slept' with him throughout his hospitalisation period. It became a habit to her.

"What do you want?" Her green eyes were on the beautiful golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

"I will be leaving the Academy tomorrow." His eyes were on the ceiling as well, but his gaze pierced through it to something beyond.

"What?!" She abruptly turned to her right, at him, almost breaking her neck. "Why?"

"Oh my. Will you miss me darling?" He rolled his eyes at her.

"Hmph. Who is going to miss you?" She looked up again. Her cheeks were red and her eyes betrayed… loneliness.

"Relax. I am going to leave for only a few days."

"Say that first! You bastard!" She bellowed as she turned towards him again at a breakneck speed.

"Did you just call your fiancé a bastard, darling?" He asked as he looked at her.

"Nope." She looked up again. "Why are you leaving?"

"What? Do you want to invite the whole Rumins House to the Academy?" He smirked.

She gasped as she turned towards him again. But this time, she turned her whole body, not only her head.

"Are you going to the Rumins House this time? That's why you want to leave?" She asked. Her eyes were almost sparkling.

"Yes, my darling. I will be hitting the Rumins next."

"Great! What are the odds that they will join us?"

"If the information you've given me is accurate, I am 100 percent sure."

"100 percent?" She squinted. "Aren't you exaggerating a bit? How can you be that sure?" She asked.

"Did I ever disappoint you?" He looked her into the eyes, making her blush.

She only looked away, to the ceiling, in response.

"Do you need anything?" She asked. Her red face was still looking to the sky.

"That's why I am here." He smiled.

She composed herself and looked at him again. "What do you need?"

The smile on his face grew wider.

The next dawn.

Rastia was walking to and fro inside a big shed- used for parking the carriages of the Academy.

She stopped in her tracks and looked towards the entrance. Two silhouettes were approaching her. The two became clear to her once they came closer. One was Adrian. While the other had a dainty figure and was covering the face with a black hood. The person was most probably a female.

Rastia scanned her from top to bottom once before her eyes almost popped out.

"Is she… is she-"

"Yes." Adrian nodded.

"You!" She took a step towards Adrian. "You are already breaking one rule, and now you are putting the princess in danger!"

"What? Are you that incompetent?" He smirked.

She sighed, understanding what he meant. "Follow me."

Both of them followed the principal to a big carriage- big enough to fit 10 fully grown people inside.

Rastia opened the massive wooden door and opened the lid to a compartment below the floor.

She turned to them. "Hide here. The carriage will set off in an hour and will drop you to your destination in four, understood?"

Adrian nodded before getting up on the carriage and lying to the right. His companion followed and lied to the left.

"Michael is part of the delegation. He will help you get out of there." She closed the lids. Now, it was all dark and congested inside. But not any of them felt a bit of discomfort.

An hour later, the carriage set off.