Endever, who had vanished from his office just moments ago, now found himself in a very different place. He teleported just outside the door of another office an office he recognized it.
His eyes settled on the door sign, where big, golden words glowed with an unmistakable magical aura The Principal's Office.
He briefly considered teleporting directly inside but knew he didn't have the power to bypass the enchantments on the room. Besides, he needed a moment to compose himself.
He couldn't just storm in there, not in his current state. Endever was angry, his emotions a chaotic mess, a shameful condition for someone of his stature.
He stood outside the door, taking a deep breath as he fought to regain his composure. He was a powerful man no, he was an extraordinarily powerful man and it was rare for anything to rattle him like this.
His mental strength was legendary, stronger than anyone could imagine, but this time, the stakes were high.
After finally calming down, he opened the door without knocking, stepping inside with an air of determination.
"Arthur, this is the last time I'm telling you this is a very serious matter," came a cold, commanding female voice. "You know you shouldn't have agreed to let her into the academy." Just from her tone, it was clear that this woman was not to be trifled with. Her voice was cold, so cold that it seemed to freeze the very air around her.
"Aria, don't worry," Arthur replied in a tone that tried to be reassuring but fell short. "Everything is under my control, you know that. Nothing goes wrong under my watchful eyes, right?"
Endever nearly stumbled at hearing this. Even Aria, who seemed incapable of warmth, let out a soft, almost mocking laugh. It was as if Arthur had just told the biggest joke in the universe.
Aria Winterfrost, the woman who had been speaking, was a striking figure with ice-blue hair and an equally cold expression. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, though asking about her age was a dangerous game. Her aura of cold indifference was palpable, felt from miles away. She was no ordinary person; she was one of the eight SS-rankers, a force to be reckoned with.
Coming from one of the four strongest families in the world, the Winterfrost family, she had earned the title "The Cold." But her most significant identity wasn't just as a powerhouse
she was also the only wife of the man himself, a man whose name doesn't need any explanation his name alone holds weight that is impossible to carry
ARTHUR NIGHTSHADE
Arthur Nightshade, one of only three SSS-rankers in whole world
The self self-proclaimed "strongest man in the world" a claim no one had yet to refute.
He is the principal of the strongest sorcerer academy in whole world
Nightshade Academy,
a man whose legend needed no embellishment.
Standing at 6'3", with dark black hair and mesmerizing eyes, Arthur was not only the most powerful but also the most handsome man in the world, with titles that couldn't even be counted.
Yet, despite his reputation, Endever's eyes now rested on the strongest man in the world, who was oddly standing aside like he was awaiting commands, while his wife, Aria, sat at the principal's desk, sipping tea as they conversed.
To anyone unfamiliar with these two, the scene would be confusing. But Endever knew the truth Aria was the real boss here.
Even if Arthur was the strongest person in the world, even if he was the principal, the real power and authority belonged to her.
The rights, the chair, everything belonged to her.
Endever coughed to catch their attention, even though he knew they had already sensed him. With their strength, it was impossible for them not to notice his presence.
But, as always, they pretended not to, continuing their conversation as if he weren't there. It was one of their little games, and he was used to it by now.it might be because if there longings for a normal like and they like too feel surprise
As expected, the moment Endever coughed, they both stopped talking and looked in his direction. In a blink, Arthur, who had been standing aside like a butler, was now seated at the principal's desk, while Aria, who had been sitting, was now standing where Arthur had been. The swap happened so quickly that it might have been comical if it weren't so absurd.
tsk tsk...Aria's lips curled into a cold smile as she looked down at Arthur, who was trying to preserve a shred of his dignity, but she said nothing.
Arthur, for his part, coughed to cover his embarrassment, though everyone in the room knew that his skin was thick enough that even if he were to walk naked through a bustling street, he wouldn't be the least bit embarrassed.
its just bow thick his skin is
"Long time no see, my friend. Come, sit, it's all warmed up for you," Arthur said, acting as if he were about to stand from the principal's chair, gesturing for Endever to take a seat.
They were old friends, having worked together for a long time, and despite the bizarre dynamics at play, there was genuine camaraderie between them.
Endever sat down calmly, responding, "Happy to see you haven't changed a bit." He then turned to Aria and said, "Hello, Mrs. Nightshade," to which she merely nodded, as usual.
Endever wasn't offended by her cold reception; in fact, he knew it was a significant gesture. If Aria nodded at you, it meant you were a friend, someone she acknowledged.
If it were anyone else, she wouldn't even blink in their direction. and if she did it would be a Honor for them That was just how cold she was, and Endever knew better than to take it personally.
"Coffee, tea, or perhaps you'd prefer my special brew of expensive whisk" Arthur started to say but abruptly stopped midway after receiving a cold glare from Aria.
"Ahem," Arthur cleared his throat. "Well, ill give you a coffee as always.
I really need it," Endever sighed, ignoring the couple's little games, knowing they had a rather unique relationship dynamic.
He took a deep breath, knowing the real reason he was here wasn't a matter to be taken lightly.