No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 145

But when Georges Bongtang said that, everyone’s mouths fell open. And Damyeon asked,

“…Are you serious?”

As the third-generation only son of the Bongtang family, who was doted on by all Blood Clan members as their dear child, Georges Bongtang was a young master from a decent household until he ruined his family with his own mouth. Although he ruined it with corruption, it was a family that had connections with Demillang, so he had hidden information he knew. For example, the fact that Professor Damyeon was maintaining his life after being chosen by the ancient mysteries dormant in Areah Academy.

He’s a principal who is in his prime within the academy but is merely a novice awakener outside the academy.

But when that very beatable principal glared at Georges Bongtang and asked, a golden flame like a pupil flared up inside his skull. Georges Bongtang wasn’t smart enough to detect that the suddenly intensified gaze was murderous intent, but at least he was faithful to his instincts, so he froze unknowingly, and that was enough of an answer.

The principal immediately tried to jump off the cliff, fluttering his robe.

But…!

Kugugung!

The cliff that was attacked by ‘someone’ began to collapse.

The head’s arrangement to bury Cassice Demillang alive had begun.

***

Crumble… Crack! Crack!

The landing point where Damyeon was about to set foot at the end of the cliff was instantly half-destroyed. The professors quickly stepped back to protect the students from the cracking ground. However, the skull bowl principal of Areah did not back down.

The scholar who was once called a virtuous man to lead Joseon ignored the fractured land and began to walk on air. When his silk shoes stepped on the atmosphere, the other side let out a groan as if it was an unexpected sight.

Of course, both the opponent and Damyeon knew. The fact that he was pushing himself right now.

‘You think I’ll back down just because of that!’

Professor Damyeon raised his chin nobly like a white crane as he had done before. While raising his expressionless skull stiffly, he fiercely rotated the mana circuit inside his empty rib cage instead.

And he shouted as if spitting out his lungs.

“Demillang! Have you truly gone mad! How can you be so tyrannical with a child’s life!”

However, no one else followed Damyeon in rebuking them.

The ones who stood in the principal’s way were none other than…

“Your words are brief. Slave. Which number of ours were you?”

The fact that they were the direct descendants of Demillang.

“…”

“…”

It was forcing silence upon everyone.

Despite the remark that trampled on a human’s dignity in the mud, a deadly silence engulfed the cliff.

The only ones opening their mouths and chattering were the thirteen direct descendants.

“Kik. Sister. Want to play golf with that bastard’s skull? Let’s see if it still doesn’t die.”

“Asura. But he used to be quite noble in his prime. I have a taste for fallen scholars who maintain their integrity and principles even on the verge of death.”

“Ah, so you’re going to stuff him?”

“Of course. Do you know a genius who has been stuffed?”

“…He’s really gone mad with scholar disease.”

The foolishly brave young people tried to rise indignantly for their endangered friends and teacher. But the professors had a duty to save the growing students. When the paper-thin Able stumbled while blocking the enraged Lee Hyang, Hae Yuna, and Shinmyohan at the same time, guarding Demillang, a swift hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

Able knew it was Dohyun just by the feeling of his fingertips touching. So he tilted his head to at least gesture thanks, but Dohyun, whom he faced at that moment, was shaking his hands as if he would collapse at any moment with a pale, frightened face.

It was unlike the usual Dohyun. After a brief eye contact and a deadly silence,

“…”

Able recalled the fact that Dohyun, whom he had known for a long time as an academy professor, had never intervened whenever Demillang was mentioned during all that time they spent together.

‘I always thought she was a passionate type, though a bit sassy and cynical…’

He felt like he couldn’t even guess the reason why such a woman had sealed her mouth for over seven years.

‘Dammit.’

Able, who muttered a curse that didn’t match his name in a low voice, bit his lower lip.

‘Professional calling or whatever, I had no intention of being sincere to this school, but…’

But it was the moment when Able was finally determined to protect even the students she shielded behind her back, who seemed to have lost her mind.

Woong!

A dark indigo envelope floated in the air. Then the direct descendants who were exchanging stupid remarks suddenly shut their mouths as if they became one.

And they politely knelt down, bowed their heads, and held up the letter.

‘Don’t tell me that’s…!’

Before the thought was even completed, the seal that enclosed the letter shattered and commanded.

[ F o l l o w  a s  D e m i l a n g  w i s h e s . ]

“…”

Under the moonlight rippling with silence, the head’s mantra fell.

‘Where in this world is there a clearer murderous intent than this…?’

Able couldn’t read the head’s sinister intentions at all.

‘Wasn’t sending thirteen direct descendants enough of an expression of will…?’

Was there a need to personally send the head’s mantra?!

“By the way, tell Hanra not to worry. We will rescue and send your child, so tell them to shut up and stay put.”

“That’s right. We were only given the imperial order to kill Cassice Demillang.”

My legs trembled and my mouth went dry at the crooked foreign language.

Demillang will now do whatever it takes to follow the head’s order. Even for the sake of their own clan’s dignity.

‘They absolutely won’t let a rescue team head to the bottom of the cliff! Damn it! What is this? Why are they trying so hard to kill Cassice Demillang! The head of Demillang…!’

But there was no way for Able to know what the head of Demillang wanted.

No matter how much time passed, the confrontation with the direct descendants did not ease, and the vermin and shadows of the Demon Realm swarmed like ants and rushed into the Black Wilderness.

Surely to assassinate Cassice Demillang.

Damyeon, who was struggling to somehow rescue the two fallen students, nearly died several times from the direct descendants’ antics but was surviving skillfully.

However, the binding of his bone joints was felt to be gradually weakening. At this rate, he would have to live his entire life trapped in immobile bone joints.

But no one helped Damyeon. No one could openly defy Demillang’s will.

“Please, I won’t cross the line, just my child…”

“I allow it.”

Rather, the guardians came to seek Demillang’s permission and took the students away. Among them, Logan Esteban, Diedrich Vinckel, and Capone Jones unusually rebelled against their guardians. The heads of Esteban, Vinckel, and Jones’ families seemed to fear Demillang’s gaze turning this way, so they lowered their heads and forcibly dragged their children.

Hae Yuna’s grandmother was no different.

“Come here quickly. Yuna. Right now!”

“N-no. That’s really…”

When Hae Yuna resisted, her grandmother forcibly grabbed her. She tried to somehow plant her feet on the ground and endure, but to no avail.

‘As long as I can’t attack Grandmother…’

Tears began to well up in Hae Yuna’s large, calf-like eyes.

“Please, Grandmother. Don’t do this. It’s enough for me to survive alone once!”

At that very moment, Lee Hyang was listening to the telepathic message delivered by the elders of the Royal Clan who had personally visited with complicated expressions.

‘This is the limit. It was already dangerous enough.’

‘Lee Hyang-a. You are our future.’

‘You must not show hostility towards them.’

But, really, until when do I have to hide it?

Until when should I not show hostility?

‘Until I lose all my friends to the enemy’s blade, continuously?’

So many adults have come…

No one joins Damyeon. No one tries to save the innocent student.

Just because the enemy is Demillang.

Just because Demillang wishes for it…

‘What value is there in a future where we survived so wretchedly?’

Finally, at the moment when all of this became unbearable,

“Die, you bastards!”

─A madman appeared from somewhere.

The one who suddenly popped out of thin air without a magic circle and rushed straight to the cliff was definitely the head of the Hanra Clan. He was rampaging like a mad dog and smashing the cheekbone of a direct descendant with a single slap.