Chapter 285
Chapter 285
Chapter 285
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 285 – Sigrid Begins Supervising the Battle
Everywhere she looked, glowing crystal screens lit up.
And on each connected crystal screen—was a bounty poster of Zestira herself.
Zestira stared at her own picture, lips slightly parted, but unable to say a word for a long while.
“Teacher… these past two days…”
She lifted her gaze toward Lan Qi at her side, swallowed hard, and finally understood the seriousness of the situation.
“I helped Assistant Professor Sido with classroom discipline. I thought the students had turned over a new leaf, but it seems their rebellious phase came after all.”
Lan Qi shook his head and sighed.
The system of Protos Royal Academy of Magic was far inferior to that of Purgatory Corridor Academy. To truly solve the root of student mischief, one still had to deal with the students directly.
“...?”
Zestira felt like everything was hopeless.
What exactly had he done to torment the senior students, to the point where they collectively put a bounty of more than 130,000 credits on him?She couldn’t understand!
However—
“Come, Zestira. On the way here I saw a good classroom.”
Lan Qi showed no panic at all. In fact, he seemed energized, almost itching for action.
His vitality and relaxed presence rekindled Zestira’s frozen mind.
It was like a coach about to warm up before entering the field, giving her a faint, fragile sense of security.
But it also left her completely puzzled.
She couldn’t tell if it was his mental state or his aura, but from just now—Lan Qi seemed to have changed in some strange way…
Protos Royal Academy of Magic – Northern Side
A mansion stood quietly on a peaceful street. The entire area had been designated for this single residence. Its garden brimmed with flourishing plants and fountains, while white moonstone pillars and lofty lacquered archways gave it an air of grandeur.
Second- and third-year students did not suffer credit deductions if they skipped the monthly assessment. If they participated voluntarily, they could still earn credits.
But for most upper-year students, attending in person was unnecessary.
The truly high-ranking ones preferred to exercise their privileges—watching the live assessment feed and interfering from the background.
This was their true game.
Betting on the exam’s frontrunner yielded far more credits than participating directly.
This particular mansion belonged to Gloria, the 10th-ranked third-year student. The lavish interior, deep brown paneled walls, ornate ceiling, and soft wall lamps radiated elegance. A grand piano sat quietly in one corner, near a garden-facing window now covered with curtains.
At this moment, Gloria stood silently like an attendant beside the sofa.
As a direct soldier of the Domination Branch, she would only show such obedience to one person.
Sigrid sat on the sofa. Today she wore a white blouse and black long skirt, resting her chin on one hand as she idly watched the giant wall screen. Her demeanor was both sharp and austere.
“Lord Sid, should I place credits on Zestira, the one aided by the Holy Son?”
Gloria asked respectfully, her expression unchanged.
Even when alone with the High Priestess of Domination, she still addressed her by her alias “Sid” within the Academy.
“If you want to bet, you can.”
Sigrid’s role in the academy was that of a poor student—barely passing grades, constantly losing credits for skipping classes. Unlike Gloria, she had no credits to stake on underclassmen.
“You’re not certain he’ll win first place?”
Gloria hesitated but voiced her doubt.
She had always harbored skepticism and resentment toward this Holy Son.
“All I can say is this—if I could bet credits, I’d stake every single one of mine on him. As for yours, that’s for you to decide.”
Sigrid spoke flatly.
Gloria fell silent.
The meaning was clear—Sigrid wasn’t guaranteeing victory, nor analyzing win or loss. She simply had faith in her Holy Son.
Gloria was sure that if the former Holy Maiden of Domination were present, she would have wagered all her credits on the Maiden without hesitation.
And someone like the Holy Son of Annihilation—if he became a follower—would make the outcome of the assessment obvious.
The more she thought about it, the more indignant Gloria felt. That green tea schemer—aside from pandering to the Empire’s politics—what right did he have to be Sigrid’s closest companion?
“I told him to give me a little surprise. I wonder if he listened.”
Sigrid murmured almost to herself.
Though it was a casual remark from before, she liked people who listened to her words and acted in ways that pleased her.
Life in the academy had been dull. Finally, the Holy Son’s monthly assessment gave her something to look forward to. Yet the waiting time before it officially began was so long that even Sigrid felt drowsy.
“Hopefully, the Holy Son will give a splendid performance in the assessment.”
Gloria said as she looked at Sigrid. She had no intention of betting on him.
To bring something truly “interesting” to Sigrid, simply winning first place would not be enough.
And she did not believe the Holy Son, new to the Academy’s tricky exam format, had much chance of pulling it off.
“For example, look.”
Sigrid suddenly raised her hand with satisfaction, signaling Gloria to watch the screen.
Gloria lifted her head in confusion.
The screen showed bounty posters appearing in every corner of the exam field, with the frontrunner’s name displayed on each.
The number beside it climbed rapidly without stopping.
“?”
Gloria stared, mouth hanging wider and wider.
In just a blink, the number passed 10,000.
She had rarely seen anyone with a bounty this high.
Every time she thought the number would stop, it only surged faster!
When it finally halted at over 130,000 credits, she almost lost her composure.
Since the Academy’s founding—
Even the most heaven-defying geniuses rarely graduated with six-figure credits!
Anyone who reached the threshold of 100,000 credits had without exception become a historical figure of the Protos Empire or even the Northern Continent.
Now, for the students taking this monthly exam, a chance to create a living legend was right before their eyes.
Gloria couldn’t imagine how insane this exam would become.
Its very nature had changed!
“Lord Sid, the Holy Son, he…”
Gloria, as Sigrid’s direct subordinate, widened her eyes, wanting to speak but hesitating.
At last, she had witnessed this Domination Holy Son’s true talent.
At least when it came to provocation, he had an incomprehensible genius!
“Interesting. Only with such a price on his head is he worthy of being my Holy Son.”
Sigrid leaned back in her chair, visibly more satisfied with him.
“You’re not worried he might get into trouble?”
Gloria asked.
Perhaps the Holy Son had gone too far this time…