"Hello boys and girls, I am your headmistress, Miss Ingrid. I am here on Principal Madam's orders, and today I will be in charge of your beginner tests and mid-term tests.
First of all, I will explain the rules of the academy to the new admissions. You were all informed about the basic rules of the academy in your acceptance letters, but I will repeat them for you.
There are three main rules in this academy:
First, you can challenge anyone to a fight in the immortal arena. However, if you are found fighting with someone outside the arena, commoners will be expelled, and nobles will face a 5-day suspension." she said with a straight face, showing no guilt or shame.
"What the fuck? She just said that like it's a normal thing." Anon murmured in a low tone.
"Yeah, it is. Nobles are treated with great respect inside the academy, while commoners are nothing more than mere ants here." the elf girl spoke softly.
"Wow... that's some next level discrimination she is engaging in," Anon said as he chuckled.
"She is a noble herself," the elf girl said, looking at the headmistress.
"Second, killing is not allowed on campus. If you are seen or found at a murder site, the teachers will immediately punish you. The punishment can range from expulsion to execution," the headmistress continued.
"Let me guess... expulsion for nobles and execution for commoners, right?" Anon asked, looking at the elf girl.
"Yes. You catch on fast."
"Nah, I just guessed that one and hoped I would be proven wrong, but it seems this academy is even worse than I thought it would be," Anon said as his eyes twitched.
"Get ready for what's coming," the elf girl warned Anon.
"What's coming next ?" Anon asked, confused.
"Just be prepared. I can't explain it."
"Third and lastly, don't forget who you are. Nobles must remember that they have a reputation to maintain, and commoners must respect them in order to maintain peace." the headmistress said, releasing a threatening and imposing aura towards every student, regardless of their noble status.
The threatening aura immediately transformed the hall into a somber place, as everyone fell silent and tried to withstand the oppressive aura without fainting or becoming sick.
The first ones to faint were some commoner girls and noble girls, but 70% of the students still stood in front, looking down in tension.
"Damn... This again. I don't think I can handle it this time either. My mind feels like it's going to explode. It's as if someone is exerting a force of 1000 kgs from the outside of my body. I can't- buahhh." the guy threw up as he fainted.
The teachers immediately picked him up and carried him out of the hall.
'So, this is the test." Anon wondered as he felt strangely unaffected by the headmistress's aura, remaining completely calm.
Anon quickly glanced at the elf girl behind him and noticed that she had been doing fine until now, but sweat had started to form on her forehead.
He smiled reassuringly at her and turned his back towards the headmistress.
Ingrid's eyes scanned the room, landing on some noble students who remained steadfast without showing any signs of tension.
"Good, this time we have some gems. Let's see how much pressure they can withstand," she said with a slight smile.
Suddenly, the aura emanating from her body grew heavier with each passing moment.
"No... No... Just a little longer. Noooooo," the elf girl behind Anon muttered before fainting and collapsing onto the ground. A female teacher swiftly picked her up and carried her out of the hall.
Curiously, Anon still felt no pressure from the headmistress's aura.
'What on earth is happening? Why am I not affected?' Anon wondered.
"[Master, look at your demon crest]," Link informed.
Anon immediately glanced at the back of his right hand and noticed that the demonic tattoo was shining brightly in red.
'Link, what is this?' Anon asked.
"[Master, this is a protective array forged by the demonic gods within that crest. No aura can harm you as long as you have the will to fight]," Link explained.
'Oh, really?' Anon replied, a sense of relief washing over him.
"[Yes, but if you ever feel fear or become overwhelmed by your opponent, the pressure you feel will be doubled]," Link warned.
"So, that's how it works," Anon thought, a smile forming on his face as he boldly gazed at the headmistress.
Meanwhile, the headmistress focused her attention on two girls and five boys who stood strong within her imposing aura.
The first student was Samantha, the third daughter of the Witch House. Samantha possessed the unique ability to communicate with the dead, and it was rumored that she could harm others with her powerful witchcraft spells without even laying a hand on them.
Since the age of five, Samantha had been trained in witchcraft and witchwork, with her mother being a prominent feminist in this era. In their household, females were treated with superiority and respect, while males were treated more like dogs.
Samantha aspired to become a feminist like her mother and carry on the legacy as the future head of the Witch House.
Standing beside Samantha was Luna Warwood from the Martial House, a werewolf and the second daughter of her family. Luna's goal in attending the academy was to excel in martial arts and prove that girls could break bones with the same intensity as boys.
Her ultimate ambition was to surpass her elder brother, who currently held the title of the strongest martial artist in both the kingdom and their family. Only by becoming stronger than him could Luna pave the way to becoming the first female head of her family.
Among the noble boys, there were three individuals who seemed unfazed by the headmistress's aura.
The first was Jake, the sole son of the Witch House. Unlike his siblings, Jake had no desire to assume leadership of the family. He simply wished to lead a normal life at the academy and be treated as a man by his family, rather than as a dog.
Jake achieved mastery of basic witchcraft and witchwork spells at the age of 15. He came to the academy this year to further his studies and learn advanced witchcraft.
Standing on Jake's right side was a man with red eyes and pale skin. His eyes had dark circles under them, as if he hadn't slept in centuries. There was an unsettling and tense look in his eyes, accompanied by an awkward smile on his face.
This man was none other than Frank himself.
Frank had only one goal in life: to establish himself as the superior member of his family and eliminate anyone who opposed him. He relied more on violence than on peaceful resolutions. With the help of Anon and Mike, he orchestrated the demise of his father, or rather had him killed. In return, he made a trade with Anon involving his mother.
Now that his father was gone, only his brothers remained. However, two of them fled from the house on the same day their father was killed by Anon.
Frank now aimed to eliminate his remaining brothers in order to claim the position of the family head.
At this point, Frank appeared unaffected by the headmistress's aura. However, in reality, he was beginning to feel the pressure on his body.
On Jake's left hand stood a man with a muscular build and a cross emblem on his uniform. He was Ren L. Denver from the Denver House of Justice, the first son of the Denver Family and the heir to the family head position.
Ren's mother, also known as the Great Mother of the Church, held significant power within their family. It was said that the Denver family had the ability to communicate with gods and could bring rain with a mere song, as well as command the sun to shine at their will. This family was believed to be favored by the gods, and they were blessed with good luck at the start of each year.
The Denver House played a crucial role in the war against the Demon Lord that took place 150 years ago.
Ren aspired to succeed his mother as the next family head, but he also sought personal achievements that he could proudly showcase after assuming the leadership of the Denver family.
The headmistress felt satisfied with the five candidates and shifted her attention to the Commoner section.
It was a grim sight.
Everyone in the Commoner section was vomiting and losing consciousness due to the overwhelming pressure.
The headmistress sighed and was about to redirect her gaze back to the Royal section when something caught her eye.
There was one person who wasn't succumbing to the effects. Instead, he boldly looked at her with a smile, as if her aura meant nothing to him.
That person was none other than Anon.
'Hmm...? A commoner who can withstand this much pressure? Who is he?' the headmistress wondered.
"Heh..." Anon smirked, mocking the headmistress.
"You..." the headmistress uttered as she began to intensify her aura.Ā
Boom!
Suddenly, a burst of threatening aura erupted from the headmistress's body.
But Anon remained steadfast in his place, seemingly unaffected by her aura.
'A commoner who can withstand this much aura? Who is he?' the headmistress wondered as she continued to intensify her aura.
After reaching its limit, the air inside the room began to change, taking on a blackish hue.
At this point, even the teachers felt immense pressure, and only six students remained standing in the grand hall.
The noble students exchanged tense glances, hoping that the remaining four would collapse and end this torture.
Little did they know, there was one commoner who still stood there as if nothing was happening in the hall.
The headmistress glared at Anon with growing anger and increased her aura to its maximum.
"Hnnnnnngggggghhhhh.....Haaa....I CAN'T."
"FUCK...."
"I AM DYING."
"AHHHHHHHHH-"
"SHIT."
These were the last words heard from the five noble students before they all fainted together and collapsed onto the ground.
"Hmm...?" Anon turned his gaze towards the noble section and realized he was the only one left standing in the hall.
"HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?" the headmistress shouted, feeling helpless in front of a commoner kid.
"Ingrid, what are you doing?" a voice came from the entrance of the hall.
Immediately, the aura that had enveloped the room vanished, and the headmistress immediately bowed down before the man who had arrived.
"Mr. Kale, I am so sorry for my mistake," Ingrid apologized to the elderly man with a white beard, white hair, and an aged body, appearing to be around 150 years old.
"Using your maximum aura on these new kids? Have you finally lost it?" the old man scolded Ingrid.
"It was my mistake, sir. I apologize for it," Ingrid apologized once again.
"Pick up the five students and take them to the infirmary, and you, follow me to my office," Kale said in an angry tone as he left the hall.
The headmistress began to leave the hall, but as she passed by Anon, she looked at him with her sharp eyes, attempting to discern his true identity, yet finding nothing peculiar about him.
"Hmm...Trying to flirt with a guy so young, ma'am?" Anon said with a smile.
"Y-You..." the headmistress tried to curse Anon, but she couldn't because Kale was observing her.
"What was that?" Anon asked.
"Just wait, you commoner," she said as she left the hall.
[The Lord of Rage, Demon God Nefarious, looks at you with a smile and asks, "Isn't that crest useful, brother?"]
"Indeed...it is," Anon said as he laughed and looked at the demonic crest.
"Wait, can you guys see me all the time?" Anon asked.
[Yep, but we only get notified when something significant is happening around you, so we only observe your actions during those times.]
"Oh, so that's how it is. Did you watch me fuck my step-mother ?"
[Yes.]
"How about my three step sisters ?"
[Yes]
"That bitch from the nicolas Household ?"
[Yes, and that ogre female too, yesterday.]
"Fuck...you have to stop doing that all the time."
[We can't, you are now connected to us by that crest. Whenever you do something that feels intresting to you we are bound to know that.]
Inside Kale's office,
Thud! Kale slapped his hand on the wooden table and glared at Ingrid with anger.
"Sir Kale, I was just..."
"Shut up. You've disappointed me. Do you have any idea what you've done?" Kale asked in a furious tone.
"N-No, sir."
"Those five kids belong to the 7-star noble families, and you used maximum aura on them. You are a 5-star noble at best. The least you can do is personally apologize to them. I can only hope they don't disclose this to their families, or you'll face immediate suspension and a lifetime magic ban seal on your heart."
"I-I understand," Ingrid spoke with a grim expression, her voice filled with fear.
"Get out," Kale ordered.
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"Just go, Ingrid. I don't want to see any more of you," Kale said, closing his eyes and placing two fingers on his temple, lost in thought.
"Y-Yes, sir," Ingrid said in a low tone as she exited the principal's office.
"Why does it always have to be me? All of this happened because of that commoner kid. I won't forget this kid," she said angrily as she made her way towards the infirmary.
"Well, you better not. Hahahaha..." Anon laughed, overhearing every word of their conversation from outside the room, thanks to his heightened senses.
'Hmm... She's a bit rough, but kind of cute and hot at the same time,' Anon thought, smiling to himself as he left.
In the hall...
"Hello, students! I welcome you to our academy, and I am your examiner for today's test," a young woman said, looking at everyone with a smile.
"Huh...? What test?"
"Didn't we already take the test that the headmistress administered...?"
"Yeah, I'm wondering about that too."
'Test...? If this is the test, then what was that? Why did she apply all that pressure on the students?' Anon wondered, gazing at the ground.
"You must all be wondering what kind of test this is now, right? You're all thinking about it. That wasn't the test; it was the headmistress's way of asserting her authority over the school. The real test begins now. Brace yourselves. Believe me, it will be easier than the headmistress's test," she said, laughing like a child.
"I'm out of here. I'm not taking any test," a 6-star noble student declared, walking away from the field.
"S-Sir, you can't do that. You have to take the test," the teacher said, attempting to stop the student.
"Huh...? Are you arguing with me, commoner?"
"No, sir, but you have to take the test, or I will disqualify you." the teacher said in a fearful tone, addressing him as "sir," despite being a teacher at the academy.
"Oh, really? Well, I'm not going to stop. Try and stop me," the kid said with an attitude-filled voice.
"But-"
Slap!
Before the teacher could say another word, Samantha slapped the male noble student.
"Don't you have any respect for your teachers? Motherfucker, respect women. You are of noble blood. If I see you talking to any woman like that again, I'll take that tongue of yours and insert it in your ass," Samantha angrily exclaimed.
'Oh, feminism even here...?' Anon thought as he smiled.
The noble student immediately became fearful of Samantha and tried to speak something. "B-But... Madam Samantha, she..."
"What? You got a problem with her warning?" Luna stepped out of the crowd, cracking her knuckles.
As soon as he saw a 7-feet-long werewolf cracking her knuckles, he immediately started apologizing.
"N-No, ma'am. I will never do anything that will hurt any woman again. I will respect women and take this test like any other woman... I-I mean, man," he said as he walked back and stood behind the crowd, beside Anon.
"Better," Luna said as she also returned to her position.
"Thank you, Madam Luna and Madam Samantha," the teacher thanked both of them.
"No problem," they replied with smiles.
'Both of them are feminists but not discriminatory. That's one good thing,' Anon thought and chuckled softly.
'But still, I'm getting bored over here,' Anon thought as he looked around.
Suddenly, he glanced at the guy who had just been slapped by Samantha and smiled with an evil grin.
'Hehe... here comes entertainment.'
"How could she do that?" Anon said in a low voice, nodding his head from side to side.
The 6-star noble guy looked at Anon for a moment and then returned his gaze to the teacher.
'Hmm...? Didn't work? Maybe I need a bit more drama,' Anon thought as he noticed that the guy was still ignoring him.
"Che-Che... How could she slap a 6-star noble just like that?" Anon spoke again, speaking a little louder and nodding faster.
"Hmm...? Are you talking to me?" The noble guy finally asked.
"Yes, sir. I'm just wondering how she could slap you in front of the whole student body. Now it will be more difficult for you to find any girl the whole year. No girl will look at you.
Even if you tried to force any girl into being your girlfriend or wife, she will go directly to Samantha or Luna, and you will get beaten again. Che-Che, what good is that life?" Anon said, weaving a web of words for his target.
'This guy is absolutely right. She slapped me in front of the whole crowd. Now no girl will come near me, and if I try to approach them, I'll be beaten again.
Without any romantic prospects, my life will become hell...' The noble student started pondering, and his expression turned worse.
"Sigh But what can be done? She is a 7-star noble, and you are just a 6-star noble. The difference is just too damn big," Anon fired another bullet at him.
'Yes, this kid is right. The difference between our families is just too big.'
"Well... do you have any better ideas?" the noble guy asked Anon hesitantly.
'Gotcha.'
"Oh, yes, sir. I do have an idea," Anon responded with an evil smile.