The weekend ended and Mart walked through the halls of the Academy again.

Rumors came and went, as his reputation had only improved from very bad to bad. The rumors remained negative, and a large part of them came from those male demons who envied him.

Mart cared little about the comments of the Academy students. He calmly and confidently made his way to the classrooms of Class A.

When Selis saw him, she approached him and he hugged her tightly, and she did the same, as she had missed him.

"How have you been? Did you do well on the teachers' assignments?" he asked as he sat down at his seat near Selis and Asfil.

They told him everything they had been doing over the last few months and also gave him some notes with the topics and assignments he had to complete before the end of the month.

"One week last time; now a month, but now there are more assignments. I'll have to spend weeks immersed in books if I want to avoid participating in the end-of-year tournaments," Mart thought as Professor Derec Mesef entered the classroom.

Derec Mesef, who was a professor dedicated to teaching classes on demonic energy, observed Mart for a few seconds, more specifically observing the way the energy Mart contained in his body circulated, then he began teaching the day's classes.

••••

A few days later.

The sky was cloudy. There were flashes of light between the gray clouds.

Among rocky mountains stood a Gothic castle with an imposing structure.

In a spacious hall with gray walls, gray iron lamps screwed to the walls, black marble floors, and a wooden ceiling carved with images of winged beings killing monstrous creatures.

Around a round stone table, there were six seats, five of which were made of black iron, and the sixth was made of gold and precious gems.

In the five black iron seats:

Samsart Detali: he was an old man, somewhat small because he walked hunched over due to his advanced age. He was wearing a brown tunic and around his neck he wore a necklace with a pendant. The pendant was shaped like a sun with a sinister, cheerful expression.

Samuel Desrial: known in the past as "the sage of words" due to his mastery of evil and blessed spells. He was a man with white hair, a short white beard, and a solemn expression, apparently 70 years old, but with a remarkably healthy complexion. He wore an elegant red and black wizard's robe.

Meristia Zazareth: the sorceress of the mind and illusions; despite having lived for more than two centuries, she remained beautiful and sensual, with her straight black hair, black eyes, black-painted lips, and exquisite white skin always covered by tight-fitting dresses that showed off her exquisite figure.

Ivan Biretel: He was the founder of a kingdom in a snowy region. He wore an elegant white coat trimmed with black bear fur and dark brown trousers. He was tall and robust, with fierce, dark blue eyes, a goatee, and long, wavy hair.

Jules Balmes: he was a handsome man with black hair and green eyes, known as the miracle worker because he was capable of performing one miraculous spell per week, a spell with which he could heal or regenerate any wound, regardless of its severity, as long as the target of his miracle was alive. He used his power to amass a great fortune. He usually wore brightly colored wizard's robes.

The five present debated among themselves about what had happened in the Marrac Mountains.

"This mission has been a total failure, despite the time it took us to prepare for it, and on top of that, as you said, Hann died almost instantly at the light touch of a demon's fingers. That would seem nonsensical if someone else said it," Ivan replied firmly, recalling the report Samsart had sent them.

Samsart remained silent, listening to what they were saying.

-According to reports from the remnants of the Cudernic, the enemy healed some of their allies, and one of them witnessed how a demon's arm regenerated quickly and at the same time its rank increased after being illuminated by the power of that demon, about which we have no knowledge. -Samuel said, as he was the one who maintained direct contact with some of the Cudernic remnants.

In the end, everyone looked at Jules Balmes, because he knew more about healing and regenerative magic, which they considered to be magic derived from an affinity with the element of light or spiritual power.

-I don't have any answers. Ivan, did you not try to torture the imprisoned demons and traitors in the "Red Rock Prison"? Jules said, directing everyone's attention to Ivan.

Ivan frowned, remained silent for a few seconds, and then replied:

-You all know that I can only dispose of prisoners on floors 1 and 2 of the prison. On the third and fourth floors, authority belongs to the strongest. We can only send prisoners to those two floors, but we cannot remove them from there. If there is useful information about that powerful demon that suddenly appeared, this information can only be found on the two floors to which we do not have access.

Everyone continued to murmur among themselves, and there was a certain tension due to the anxiety caused by the lack of information about such a powerful enemy.

The door to the hall opened.

"Attention! All bow down to the leader and founder of Inquisiderian!" "Lenard Trismegisto!"

Everyone in the hall fell silent when one of the two Crepitants guarding the hall door announced that the leader of Inquisiderian had arrived.

A step!

The images carved on the wooden ceiling came alive with movement and color, allowing those present to see how the winged beings killed the monstrous creatures.

Another step!

A presence impossible to ignore, even though the leader of Inquisiderian was not flaunting his power.

Another step!

All the founders stand up and bow respectfully to their founding leader.

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