Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 431 - 432: Unexpected Guest 2/3 [12/??]

’I’m never facing that thing again! Anyone else who wants to take it on can go ahead, just don’t count me in’ Membeli firmly thought to himself.

Therefore, as he looked at the slowly rising headmaster Vinarola, Membeli released his draconic aura once again, expressing his strong opposition.

Upon seeing this, Vinarola could only lower her head anxiously.

She didn’t understand why the revered Dragon King would oppose such a beneficial proposal. However, since the deity of her heart had expressed his refusal, she, as a faithful follower, should not question any further.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the Dragon King, the current crisis caused by the abyssal demons is merely a test for the world.

The great Dragon King would only take action when a real crisis loomed.

In any case, she couldn’t understand the Dragon King’s thoughts; she only needed to follow his arrangement quietly.

"Understood, Lord Dragon King. I’ll let the higher-ups in the Church know your feelings," said Vinarola.

With that, under the fairly satisfied gaze of Membeli, Vinarola slowly rose and began to retreat, preparing to leave the sacred palace.

However, when she turned and looked toward the front door, Vinarola was immediately taken aback. Her brows furrowed, dissatisfaction apparent in her eyes, and even a hint of anger emerged spontaneously. The reason for the headmaster’s anger was simple: How could someone have intruded into the sacred palace at this moment, the place where the Dragon King was meditating?

Glaring at the figure who had appeared at the entrance unexpectedly, Vinarola involuntarily clenched her fists, angrily questioning:

"Archbishop Mokaro! Why are you here?"

While she was angry, she was even more shocked deep inside.

’How did he get in?!’

At this moment, a handsome man dressed in platinum-colored Archbishop’s robes and with a golden braid, appeared gracefully at the entrance of the forbidden palace. He was walking elegantly towards the interior of the palace.

His deep blue eyes were mysterious and beautiful, his features distinct. He had a straight nose, thin lips, and sword-like eyebrows that framed a few strands of black hair falling onto his temples. His figure was so flawless it was beyond criticism.

In terms of appearance alone, among all the men Vinarola had ever met, other than the briefly encountered "Son of Destiny," none could compare to him.

"Why are you here, Archbishop Mokaro?"

Yes, the man before her was Mokaro-Bafiya, one of the high-ranking archbishops of Asumos Church. He was the messenger who had specifically come to Luminous Royal Academy to propose something to her.

’Shouldn’t Mokaro be waiting in the VIP room? Why has he appeared directly in this forbidden area?’

’What about the guards outside the? Are they not doing their job?’

’Or did Archbishop forcibly barge in?’

Trusting her subordinates, Vinarola didn’t want to believe the first possibility. Gradually, her level 7 aura began to emerge around her.

She stopped treating him like a special guest and displayed clear hostility.

Anyone who intruded into this sacred land, who disrespected Lord Dragon King, couldn’t possibly be treated courteously by Vinarola.

"Archbishop Mokaro, stop right there. This is the restricted area of our academy! You cannot proceed further! Otherwise, you’ll be violating the agreement between the Church and the Red Leaf Empire!"

Saying so, Vinarola lifted her staff, charging its tip with a fiery flame magic, warning Mokaro.

However, unfazed by Vinarola’s threat, Mokaro just offered a slight smile.

"And what would you do if I don’t stop, Headmaster?"

"You!"

Upon hearing these somewhat provocative words, Vinarola’s pupils contracted, she hesitated no more and released the magic from her staff, intending to teach this arrogant Archbishop a lesson through force.

"Don’t think you can act however you like just because you’re an Archbishop"

"High-Level Magic - Chains of Blazing Light!"

As the incantation was quickly chanted, the flames spread rapidly, instantly forming numerous chains of fire that charged at Mokaro from all directions. Clearly, Vinarola intended to directly subdue this arrogant Archbishop. Though the Church and Red Leaf were both powerful forces, because of the agreement between their higher-ups, she had no need to hesitate as long as they were in the neutral territory of Luminous Royal Academy.

However, just as the magic was activated, something unexpected happened.

’?!!’

"What?!"

The next instant, a brown figure charged with a powerful aura, and appeared in Vinarola’s line of sight and stood right in front of Archbishop Mokaro.

Whoosh~*

With a flash of silver light,

dozens of fire chains targeting Mokaro suddenly broke apart under the impact of that silver light, transforming into basic magical particles and vanishing into the air...

At the same time,

A slightly chilling laugh with a mockery tone followed the silver flash and faintly reached Vinarola’s ears.

"Oh my, calm down, Headmaster~ What’s the big hurry?"

"Who?!"

Seeing her attack blocked so easily, Vinarola quickly withdrew her staff and assumed a defensive stance.

Unfortunately,

compared to this suddenly appearing figure, Vinarola was simply too slow. Accompanied by a flurry of sword flashes, along with the crisp sounds of clashing metal, a young woman dressed in a stylish black military uniform with long, beautiful brown hair appeared in front of Vinarola.

In an instant, she drew the silver curved sword from her waist, showing no mercy as she knocked Vinarola’s staff out of her hands and pressed the sharp blade against the Headmaster’s neck to prevent her from chanting any spells.

"Please be quiet, Headmaster~"

"You...it’s you?!"

After getting a good look at the figure, Vinarola couldn’t help but grit her teeth.

The woman had a slender body, her brown coffee hair draped over her shoulders and loosely tied at the ends with two dark green ribbons.

The woman seemed young, appearing to be no older than eighteen. Her skin was fair, her complexion crystal clear like jade. Her beauty was accentuated by her smile, which carried both a bewitching and brutal undertone, making her a deadly combination of beauty and danger.

Ignoring the silver blade pressed against her neck, Vinarola resentfully fixed her gaze on the woman’s silver eyes.

"Ophelia, you traitor!"