Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 229

Chapter 229: Eve of Hot Sensation
Just like that, the situation spiraled to its conclusion.

As expected after the rough night, Callista moved fast and ended the conflict between them.

Once the verdict from the Council of Light Concord got out, stating that the Feradith Family was free from the corruption of Crossers, another press conference was held. Since her family was now free of suspicion, the public wanted to know her comments about those who doubted.

In particular, the Crimson Wolf Clan, who made a backhand comment about their suspicion.

But she gave no comments—only that she was glad the misunderstanding had been cleared.

And on top of that, she also declared that she didn’t blame the academy hunter who started this torrent of misunderstandings. She stated that this only proved that the world was always alert to the threats of the Crossers, and the people should feel safe.

It wasn’t the academy hunter’s fault and asked the public to not shame him in any shape or form.

Handled by her agile tongue, she single-handedly restored her family’s reputation and also absolved Lucivar of any stain, just as he desired. Everything has calmed down and settled, the once-fiery topic cooled as the matter reached its conclusion.

Fortunately, the press conference was done virtually.

Callista’s arm was still severed so she couldn’t make a public appearance.

Not unless she wanted to be grilled with troubling questions.

Once she cleared the topic, the journalists shifted the topic to her participation in the upcoming South Hues Tournament which has been the talk of the entire city and beyond. Callista introduced her champion, Mirel as her representation, more at ease now that the topic has changed.

In the next few days, another piece of news made the headlines.

Drake and Julian have come out and said they had settled their differences in private.

Now, the two clans have agreed to come to terms.

On one side, Drake apologized on Ragnar’s behalf for making a mistake—that almost caused the assault team to suffer great losses while Julian apologized for not being able to regulate his emotions better and hitting Ragnar.

As expected, the public took the news well.

Most of them were glad that the two clans could solve their differences without further bloodshed.

During the time when dungeons were beginning to appear more rapidly than normal, it was best for the forces of humanity to be at peace—and focus on the real enemy, the Crossers. Internal problems would only lead to a disaster for the Light World.

Stepping out of the conference room, Drake, a bearded man with massive stature glanced at Julian.

Both of them made eye contact and a slight tension crackled between them.

“I expect him to be back before night,” Drake said raspingly.

Upon hearing this, Julian smiled and walked away.

Ragnar was the essential piece that made today possible.

Knowing that Julian has Ragnar, Drake has no other choice but to comply with his demands.

Drake has no say in this underhanded tactic because his son, Ragnar, is aiming to kidnap Thalia and Elira. He could only swallow his pride and comply but it still left a bitter taste in his mouth. Dropping the case between them was one thing but Julian demanded compensation outside of this.

All of this should be beneficial for the Crimson Wolf Clan but Julian turned the table.

It was because of Ragnar.

Now, the Green Tempest Clan was cleared of any scandal and also has grown stronger.

Julian was glad that it was over and he got something out of this, but on the other side, he couldn’t help but feel complicated at this triumph. Lucivar was the one—who allowed this to be possible, he was the one who lured and captured Ragnar.

He could be grateful to Lucivar but remembering what he did to Callista and his daughters, he couldn’t.

He was conflicted and he was pissed about his feeling.

Partly because he knew this was exactly what Lucivar intended—to stir conflict within him.

‘That kid really did think this through, he has potential,’ Julain thought and shook his head.

Other than the thick mist—from the two colossal clans’ bad blood, the news of the approaching South Hues Tournament was spreading like wildfire. At one point, the entire city was talking about it as the most important tournament for new Hybrids was always a sensation.

It represented the hope of the world.

Any Hybrids who showed up and performed great meant another future pillar for the world.

Not to mention, this year’s tournament was different.

Every talent from across the Valerius Supreme House territory came to participate.

Naturally, the names of the participants became the talk of the internet.

In a nearby café, a group of friends were bantering and scrolling through their phones excitedly.

“God… there are going to be three Vampire Hybrids, that are a direct lineage to the Valerius Supreme House including the governor’s grandson. It’s going to be tough for the academies to compete”

“The Solcrest Academy sent that freakish genius Revenant Hybrid, it’s not that simple”

“Look! The Modred House is participating! Hell yeah!”

“Modred House? Aren’t they the family with the unique Midnight Ghoul bloodline?”

“Yeah, their youngest daughter is participating”

“What’s so great about Modred House? They’re nothing to the Vanguard Institute. In the last twenty years, their students were all top three in the previous South Hues Tournament. And now, the student from their institute is a Phoenix Hybrid!”

Not only on their table, but other tables were also talking about the same thing.

It was mainly because the official participants’ line-up had been released on the official website.

Everyone was excited to watch the South Hues Tournament.

Naturally, this excitement reached the Bloodhaven Academy.

“Hold on, wait, we have three participants?!” A student exclaimed n surprise.

His exclaim almost made a biker that was passing fell.

A few meters away, two female students on a bench hurriedly pulled out their phones when they heard the student’s words and checked the official website of the tournament. Scrolling to the bottom of the list, they found their academy along with the details about their participants.

“Caldaros, Lucivar, and Mirel?” One of them, a girl with bob-cut hair frowned.

Her friend beside her also frowned, “Two of them are even academy hunters? How is that possible?”

Despite being surprised to see that two of them were not even students, the two didn’t doubt their power as obtaining the sponsors to participate meant they were able to impress someone. But what made them surprise was that there were three participants.

Considering the reputation of the tournament, the quotas are limited and the appliers are endless.

Surely, the tournament management screens the applicants and eliminates those who don’t qualify.

So to think that their barely average academy got three quotas is insane.

Both of them never knew their academy hunters were exceptional.

Across the street, in front of the student dorm—another pair of students walked out.

Their eyes were fixed on their phones.

“Caldaros isn’t in his first year, how can he participate?” One of them questioned.

“Are you stupid?” Hearing this, his friend slapped him on the back of his head lightly. “Did you forget that the governor’s grandson is participating? Do you think every first-year—could even remotely be close to his power? Of course, not! That’d be insane”

“Man, fuck you. Can’t you just explain without hitting me?” the student barked while holding his head.

Normally, Hybrids who entered the first year have power around four-star Neophyte rank.

In top-tier academies, the average was higher—first-star Acolyte rank.

Even among the best academies, there are only a few first-years who are above two-star Acolyte rank so it was natural for the South Hues Tournament management to be loose in age. Nobody would want to see a one-sided tournament where the governor’s grandson dominated completely.

Moreover, it would be bad for the governor’s grandson’s growth if there was no challenge.

He would not have a strong character if he experienced no struggles.

“But still…” Another student walking with his five friends muttered, looking at the photos of the three participants from their academy intently. “How strong are they to be accepted despite the competition? At least, they are third-star Acolyte rank or perhaps even higher”

“Academy hunters above three-star Acolyte rank, now that’s scary…” Another chimed.

All academy hunters aspired to become students and free themselves from the burden of servitude.

Once they were given the offer, they would instantly become a student.

An academy hunter at the three-star Acolyte rank would undoubtedly be given the chance to ascend to student status by the academy. For that academy hunter to decline the offer—and stay as academy hunter, that can only mean one thing.

And that is their path to power lies in the dungeon and most likely, through killing.

Meanwhile, the talk of the academy was inside his room.

Sabrina woke up from her sleep, her eyelids trembling a bit before opening as she inhaled deeply.

She blinked her eyes and looked around.

But then, her heart skipped a beat when she saw the view that greeted her.

Lucivar was still fast asleep, his head resting against her chest, arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

Almost instantly, Sabrina’s face flushed scarlet, and she hastily covered it with her hands.

From last night until now, they had remained in the same position.

A couple of nights ago once Lucivar got back after the confrontation with Callista, the two of them went back to the academy. Upon reaching their room, Sabrina helped Lucivar tuck into bed as he was still in immense pain.

Surprisingly, the healer was absent and he had nowhere to turn to for the moment.

Once Sabrina was done helping him and prepared for bed, Lucivar suddenly yanked her onto the bed.

Nothing happened.

Lucivar instantly fell asleep while holding her close.

Even though at the moment, Sabrina didn’t know what happened to him since he never really looked at her that way, now she realized why he was doing this. He would rather die than admit it but she knew that she moved him a bit.

She moved his cold heart when she volunteered to be tortured alongside him as his personal maid.

From that night, it became normal for Lucivar to sleep with her beside him.

Peeking from the cracks between her fingers, Sabrina watched Lucivar’s peaceful face silently.

Focusing on him sharpened her senses—she felt his warm, steady breaths grazing against her skin and the weight of his strong arm—draped heavily over her stomach. A shiver ran down her spine, sending a tingling sensation to her feet.

Sabrina bit her lower lip hard as her gaze turned smoldering.

And instinctively, she reached down to her private part.

Her bloodline was stimulated again and she couldn’t help herself, her hand was moving on its own.

Just then, however, a voice stopped her hand dead in its tracks.

“If you masturbate while looking at my face again, I’m going to throw you out of the door”

“Hehe~ Why didn’t you tell me if you’re awake…”