It was evening and the campus was giving off a relaxing vibe, thanks to spring. But all was everything but peaceful at the Dean's Office. "Sir Crassus we had to invite you over, due to Robert's poor attendance" A handsome blonde man was speaking to a black-haired burly man giving off a ruthless aura in contrast to the Dean's amicable aura. Crassus Bern still kept quiet "You see your son has shown immense talent over here at the academy, even teachers here praise his unconventional reasoning and attitude, you would not-" with a bored expression, the Count interrupted the dean coldly "Enough foreplay we are grown men, go straight to the point" towards the count's crude way of speaking a wry smile emerged from the dean "Yes, the main issue is his relationship with the Duke's daughter this couple of days not to mention the reputation he is building up among the royal social circle. I am afraid that-" the Count's expression finally became interesting and he stood up from his seat shocked "You mean my son has offended the princess in some way?" Crassus was honestly shocked, of course, he expected his good-for-nothing son to prey on girls sooner or later but he expected Robert to exercise some amount of decorum to his rod. Hastily raising his hands to deny the Count's worries "No! No! Sir Crassus, it's his special relationship to the Duke's daughter that bothers us" "By us you mean the Duke?" an embarrassed expression appeared on the Dean's face but soon regained his calm demeanor replying "You are absolutely correct, the Duke actually wanted us to immediately expel Robert but as a distinguished acade-" "Enough bullshit, I will properly tell Robert to keep it in his pants. If you don't mind I can leave now can't I ?" "Well yes, let me show you out" towards the dean's offer he waved his hands to indicate his refusal. 'What a pain, that damn Robert and why has the dean informed me when this could be relayed back to me quickly or kept under wraps. That damn brother of mine Greg where is he?' While lost in thought and making his way to the Professor's Building, passers-by began to whisper amongst themselves, "That is Robert's father, you mean the- " the other girl quickly covered her friend's mouth "shh are you crazy? do you want to get roasted? he can hear you" Eventually, the whispers died down and the passers-by avoided eye contact with the Count.
Presently at a demon castle, a black-haired lean youth was giving off a relaxed demeanor while looking through various documents of variegated topics while slouching lazily on the bed. If the Duke was here he would blow his top off, in little over a week important information about his Dukedom affairs had been siphoned to a fifteen-year-old's hands. *Slurp Slurp* "Eh!? the Grand duchy of Nodnol really has so many indecent dealings. Don't you agree Grace ?" peeking from under the bedsheets with flushed cheeks and disheveled blue hair Grace still gave off a strange charm. "What do you have in mind Master? nothing is too ambitious" 'Too ambitious huh? this subtly reminds me of my time as CEO. At the grassroots level when dad died, the board was willing to take risks but as we progressed into a large enterprise the risk-reward envelope became uneven, there was more at stake. Cowards who put their interest and their prestige over the benefit of the company, thinking back I should have fired those pigs a long time ago if not for Yosev' "Master? Master!" Oh, I was lost in thought again, after four days of passionate baptism in intimate sex Grace was suppressed, yes suppressed not totally subdued. Seriously what a scary woman, a tag team of both Veronica and I was the only way. I had to juggle between training Anastasia and Emilia before taming this hard-core woman. "Ah you're right we should start with-", interrupted by a message from my magic circle "Hmm? Anastasia what's the matter?", in an urgent tone Anastasia replied " My apologies Master but it seems there is an unexpected development. It appears my father had secretly given a warning to your father through the dean to stay away from me. I fear he sus-", "Hmm? that's all?" astonished by her Master's lukewarm reply she hastily replied" Master I apologize for my dad's behavior but he is an over-protective father" A chuckle escaped from Bradque's mouth as he replied "No worries I will arrive at the campus immediately, in the meantime use the message scrolls I gave you discretely. Henceforth, no interaction should be initiated from you unless it is urgent or I personally contact you. Got it?" "Arden Master" 'The hell is that Greg useful for?' unexpectedly Crassus and Bradque shared the same opinion, with that Grace saw that her Master's bored expression was quickly replaced with a wary expression. "Come, Grace playtime is over, It is time you met someone interesting" tilting her head with a vacant expression she still answered, "Arden Master" watching her dress up the erotic temperature of the room was soon replaced with a ruthless ambiance. "Veronica stay here and monitor the affairs of the castle. After all, we need a splendid debut among the demon Kings for the Walpurgis Night holding a week from now." Veronica appeared at the Castle's chambers bowing slightly with a smile " Arden Master" with that they vanished. "This is kind of expected, the duke was meant to react sooner or later, looks like a 'father bonding session is needed' ". "Grace your disposition must be calm at all times, no concessions are permitted", perhaps confused at the severity of Bradque's expression she still nodded weakly. "We are teleporting to that part of the Library to avoid suspicion. Since that person would have thought of looking everywhere except the Library. Wear this mask it will mask your aura, anyone beyond Level 9 would be unable to detect your true identity."
Currently, at Greg's Office Crassus was facing this 'eccentric' brother of his with a stern impression. "Greg I asked you to keep an eye on Robert knowing this kind of situation would come up?" Greg responded by spreading his hands with a vulnerable demeanor "Crassus I sincerely was not aware of this matter, surely I heard rumors but they were only rumors. I just arrived from a Priest conference pertaining to a fall of a demon king." Crassus was surprised and he immediately replied "You mean the birth of another demon king? but still, that is still common" shaking his head Greg replied his junior brother "If it was any other demon king the Church would still be vigilant but the problem this time is that the demon king being dethroned was Jorgen" Crassus was truly startled this time "You mean that Jorgen? the one that rampaged throughout the war forty years ago, the strongest demon under demon Emperor?" Greg was about to elaborate when his secretary informed him of an unusual visitor. "It looks like Robert is already here, come in!" with that the doors to the office were opened and a medium height black-haired youth came in, following close behind him was a beautiful lady with a refined aura. Being surprised at the brazen demeanor of his son the Duke frowned slightly, this idiot had no idea how he had almost tarnished his political life. On the contrary, Greg gave off a more surprised expression. 'This depraved wolf what a hassle. he must have noticed my 'true' cultivation' *System display 'masked' status*
Name: Robert Bern (Optimum State)
Title: Son of the Diabolical Baron
Level: 5
Abilities: Marksmanship (A+) Swordsmanship(A)
MP: 1200
Strength: Level 6
Agility: Level 5
"Robert, you have broken through?" Greg was genuinely surprised while Crassus was even more astounded and his angry expression was quickly replaced with shameless words like "I am proud of you". While the count was indulged in his proud father moment, unknowingly Grace was on the verge of decapitating this Count, no death would a luxury. 'Calm down Grace this is my test, rein your emotions'.
Somewhere in the demon realm the number two demon king Kiser was enjoying his supper when he dropped his glass in shock while grabbing his servant by the shoulders with a frightful expression. "You mean Jorgen is dead? who? who? who killed him?" towards his master's agitation the poor servant could only whimper her reply "We have tried making contact using spies, but-" seemingly annoyed at the disappointed reply he wanted to obliterate this trash, sensing her impending doom the poor servant hastily continued "We estimate the conqueror is from the house of Hades and is proficient in illusion spells and at least a master-level formation master." seeing the contemplating expression of her master she heaved a sigh of relief "Go on!" hastily replying she continued " According to our intel from the house of hades their bloodline was sensed on the being that defeated Jorgen, conjoined with the recent loss of close to a thousand battalion to illusion spells and formations around the Castle this gives us a glance of most of his abilities Master". "We just have to wait a week from now during the Walpurgis night to know the identity of this fearful demon".