Chapter 45: Chapter 45: The News
The long and exhausting day finally came to an end.
As night settled over Aurelius Academy, wrapping the enormous campus in a cool blanket of silence. The bright training grounds had emptied, the chatter of students had faded away, and only the occasional glow of floating mana lanterns illuminated the stone pathways that connected the towering buildings.
Inside Room 402, however, there was no peace.
Lina stood in the middle of her bedroom with a steel broadsword in her hands. Sweat clung to her forehead and neck as her chest rose and fell heavily. Her academy uniform jacket had already been discarded onto her chair, leaving her in a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled above her elbows.
She stepped forward.
The sword moved, It didn’t cut through the air violently anymore It flowed.
A smooth arc appeared before her as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her movements were silent and efficient, carrying none of the brute force used by ordinary students.
She pivoted.
The blade swept low.
Then she rotated her wrist and brought the sword upward toward an imaginary opponent’s neck.
Every movement blended into the next, there was no wasted action.
The ancient sword style Qhuin had taught her was beginning to settle inside her muscles.
Even Lina herself could feel it.
At first, she had struggled to understand the strange art. It was nothing like the heavy combat techniques taught at the academy. This style was fluid and precise. Every step is controlled balance. Every breath controlled mana.
It felt more like a dance than a battle.
Unfortunately for her, the one teaching her possessed the patience of an ancient tyrant, in side her mind, Qhuin’s familiar voice echoed.
"Again."
Lina almost groaned.
"I’ve been doing it for two hours."
"Again."
She let out a tired sigh.
"You’re cruel, Snowy."
"Your enemies will not care whether you’re tired."
Lina puffed her cheeks before raising the sword again.
She took another step, then another, and her movements became smoother.
The slight trembling in her shoulders disappeared.
The mana inside her body no longer crashed around recklessly. Instead, it flowed naturally through her expanding channels.
Near the bed, Qhuin sat quietly, observing as he watched Lina complete another sequence.
Then another.
Finally, he became satisfied, her muscle memory had stabilized.
Without making a sound, he hopped down from the bed, his body blended into the shadows beneath the floorboards.
Darkness swallowed him entirely and the room looked empty even Lina didn’t notice he had left.
She was too focused on trying not to embarrass herself during tomorrow’s training.
Far away from Room 402, hidden behind one of the academy’s abandoned structures, a different scene was unfolding.
An old alchemy yard sat forgotten beneath the moonlight. Broken cauldrons lay scattered near cracked stone benches, and ivy had long since claimed the outer walls.
The place had become a perfect meeting spot. Nobody comes here anymore.
A ripple moved across the ground.
Then Qhuin emerged from a patch of darkness.
Already waiting for him was Marcus’s older cousin and the upperclassman immediately dropped to one knee.
His eyes carried a faint ruby tint that only Qhuin could recognize.
The Blood Turn link was permanent.
"Master."
Qhuin sat calmly before him.
"What news do you bring?"
The young nobleman lowered his head.
"My family contacted me through communication crystals an hour ago."
Qhuin remained silent, and the boy swallowed "The Emperor has officially altered the decree. He will personally attend the Inter-Class Grand Tournament."
For a moment, only the wind moved.
Qhuin didn’t react immediately, his gaze drifted toward the distant lights of the academy towers.
Then he spoke.
"Tell me about this Emperor."
The boy looked up.
"What would you like to know, Master?"
Qhuin’s voice became softer. "What manner of ruler requires an entire empire to lower its head before him?"
The upperclassman hesitated.
Then he answered honestly. "I don’t know his exact strength."
Qhuin remained silent.
"Nobody does," the boy continued. "The Emperor rarely reveals his true power. Even the highest nobles know very little. Rumors say his beast is unlike anything else in the empire."
His voice lowered further.
"Some believe he is equal to Lord Alistair."
That answer immediately changed everything and Qhuin became very still.
The moonlight reflected in his ruby eyes as countless calculations began unfolding inside his mind.
Lord Alistair alone was already a terrifying existence.
The Principal was an unfathomable entity.
Even now, Qhuin had no confidence in understanding the limits of that man’s abilities and now another person of that caliber would be sitting in the audience.
This was no longer a simple school tournament, it was becoming a stage, a stage where countless factions would gather.
One mistake would destroy everything, Qhuin’s ears remained upright as he processed the information.
Every fluctuation of Lina’s mana would matter, and every display of strength would matte. One deity observing the tournament was already troublesome.
Two was an entirely different nightmare.
At that level, extraordinary perception became normal.
There would be no room for accidents.
Lina couldn’t simply win, she had to appear normal while winning and that was infinitely harder.
After several moments, Qhuin looked back at the boy.
"You may leave."
The upperclassman immediately bowed.
"Yes, Master."
He quickly disappeared into the darkness.
After dismissing his newly created subordinate back into the shadows, Qhuin remained standing beneath the moonlight for several seconds. His ruby eyes reflected the distant academy towers as countless thoughts moved through his mind.
The situation was becoming increasingly complicated. When he first arrived in this world, his goals had been simple. Survive. Gather blood. Grow stronger.
Now the board itself was expanding.
There were hidden vampires operating somewhere within the empire. Mysterious organizations were moving behind closed doors. There were powerful individuals inside the academy whose true motives remained unknown. Above all of them stood Lord Alistair, a being whose presence alone was enough to suppress an entire room without lifting a finger.
And now there was the Emperor.
Qhuin did not know the man’s true strength. He did not know his beast contract, his abilities, or even his personality. However, if someone like Lord Alistair acknowledged him as an equal ruler of an empire, then underestimating him would be foolish.
His ears slowly shifted backward as he pieced together the dangers surrounding them. Every answer he discovered only created more questions.
Who was controlling the hidden vampires?
Why had they infiltrated the academy?
What exactly were they searching for?
Why would an elite assassin risk entering one of the safest places in the empire?
For now, those answers remained buried somewhere in the darkness.
Still, Qhuin did not fear uncertainty.
He had witnessed collapsing kingdoms, endless wars, betrayals, and the rise and fall of countless rulers in another world. Unknown enemies were dangerous, but they were also opportunities. Every hidden player would eventually make a mistake.
When they did...He would be waiting.
His gaze slowly lifted toward the stars.
The tournament was no longer a simple school competition.
It was becoming a battlefield.
A battlefield where nobles would display their strength, hidden factions would observe from the shadows, and powerful figures would search for talented individuals worth investing in.
Lina had to remain invisible while standing at the very center of attention.
Which was exactly why he intended to accomplish it.
The wind blew across the academy rooftops.
Far below, students moved through their daily lives without realizing how many dangerous pieces were already moving across the board around them, and Alistair was undoubtedly watching everything from above.
Soon, even the Emperor would arrive.
Qhuin’s eyes narrowed and a faint smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The more complicated the world became, the more opportunities it created.
All he needed was time, time to turn Lina into someone capable of standing before gods themselves.
The twenty-nine-day countdown hovering inside his system quietly ticked downward.
The real war had not begun yet.
But he could already hear its footsteps approaching then he vanished into the shadows once more.
Several minutes later, he returned to Room 402.
The bedroom was quiet now and the sword had fallen beside the bed.
Lina lay sprawled across the mattress, she had completely passed out from exhaustion.
One arm hung over the edge while her fingers still loosely held onto the handle of her training sword.
Her hair was scattered messily across the pillow and her clothes were slightly wrinkled from hours of training even while asleep, she looked utterly drained.
Qhuin hopped onto the mattress, then he quietly walked closer.
Then he stopped and for a moment, he simply looked at her, this foolish girl had entered Aurelius Academy with almost nothing.
She had been frightened, but somehow, she had survived everything so far and she was still standing
Qhuin let out a quiet squeak, then he nudged the edge of the pink duvet with his nose and slowly dragged it over her shoulders.
The blanket slipped into place and the midnight breeze no longer reached her.
Lina shifted slightly in her sleep but didn’t wake up. Qhuin climbed onto the pillow beside her head.
Then he sat down and the room became silent.
One human girl slept peacefully and one ancient vampire monarch stared into the darkness.
Their lives had become completely intertwined, Lina didn’t know it yet but she was no longer simply a commoner trying to survive school.
She had become the foundation of something much larger an empire that did not yet exist.
Above them, a translucent blue system screen quietly hovered in the darkness.
[Inter-Class Grand Tournament Begins In: 29 Days, 08 Hours, 12 Minutes.]
The timer continued ticking downward without mercy.
Qhuin slowly closed his ruby eyes, tomorrow would bring new enemies, but tonight, however, this sovereign allowed himself to rest beside the sleeping contractor he had chosen to raise into something this world had never seen before.
