The Way of a Demon Lord

Chapter 72: Deadline



Chapter 72: Deadline

A few days after the conclusion of the Hunt.

The uproar caused by the mass ‘disappearance’ of the Institute participants had yet to die down.

Almost everyone was coming up with ‘theories’- each one wilder than the last. Divine punishment was probably the least weird one out of them all. But classes continued nevertheless.

Adrian accompanied Isabella for a bit before bidding her farewell. He had other things to do.

Adrian went all the way from the second to the fourth where the fourth year classes were held. He walked to one of the doors on the corridor and barged in, not bothering to give a knock.

“Darling.” He said the moment he walked into the small decorated room. At the other end of the room lied a desk.

Evelyn, who was sitting at that desk, stood up from her seat. “What are you doing here? I was planning to visit you today.”

“Oh. Were you really?” He gave her a look and a smile while he circled around the desk.

Evelyn took a step back. Nothing good ever happened when he got too close to her.

“Ye… yes.” She took another step back. “Of course, I have something really important to tell you.”

“Really important?” He raised one of his brows. “I wonder what.” His pace did not slow down at all as he approached her.

“It’s about the selection of the next ruler of Nemphis.” She kept walking backwards.

And soon, she was at a corner with nowhere to escape; the distance between him and her kept closing- slowly, but surely.

Adrian smirked as he said, “The time has been set, right?” He was now just inches away from her body.

“Ye.. Yes.” Her face could feel his hot breath.

Adrian reached out his arms and grabbed her waist. “Very soon.” He pulled her hard, melding his body into hers. “Right?”

She panicked and blushed at the same time. “Not here!” She whispered. “Someone might barge in.”

“I don’t mind.” He smiled.

“But I do!” She tried to resist, but after a few seconds- she gave up. When was the last time she won against him?

“At the start of the next bright year.” She answered.

“The Lochtear house?” Adrian’s right hand slid down to her butt.

“I failed.” She was accustomed to him doing this. “They did not even listen to me. Why would they?” She sighed as she closed her eyes.

But sudden tight grip on her ass woke her up. “Aaah.” She gasped.

He continued fondling her ass. “That means we are not at a very good spot right now.”

Her face was now even redder than before; she would gasp occasionally at his harder clasps. “Not even close. Our position is bad- horribly bad. Aah… without the Belfords, they have two Marquess house while we have two. But this is nothing. They have two Dukes, aah… which is two more than the ones on our side.”

Adrian guided his left hand to her supple breasts. “Don’t worry, we have made a deal. Remember? When I said I will make you the queen, you will be the queen.”

“Mmmmh!” She moaned as Adrian gently kneaded her mounds. “You better. I have paid enough price and I am paying, even ‘now’.”

Adrian took his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Sure, my queen.”

Evelyn closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, bracing for impact.

*Click*

“What are you doing?” A feminine voice sounded in her ears.

She opened her eyes in alarm. Seeing her classmate, she panicked. She looked around, but he was not there anymore.

“Phew.” She sighed.

“Why are you blushing and looking around?” The newcomer looked around and sniffed before looking at Evelyn. “Why do I smell the scent of a man here?” She gave Evelyn a suspicious look and a smirk.

“Fix that nose of yours!” Evelyn wanted to die. Her dignity was gone- again!

******

A blonde, green eyed young man was basking under the almost non-existent sunlight.

A maid appeared beside him. “Your highness, the heir of the Bradley house is here to meet you.”

“Let him in.” He remained still.

The maid bowed and left.

“Greetings, your highness.” A young man entered the scene and bowed.

“Eric. How have you been?” The prince rolled his green eyes towards the newcomer.

“Not that good. We have yet to fix everything about that situation.” Eric sighed.

“Your father caused the problem, he will fix it himself. You can relax.” The prince said.

“I guess you are right.” He sighed again. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you will be our next king.”

“That, my dear friend, is true.” A smile formed on the prince’s face for the first time. “But do you think just defeating Evelyn is enough?”

“What do you mean? Your highness.” Eric squinted. The prince rarely formed such a smiled on his face, but when he did- someone died.

“I have been betrayed.” He said.

“Who dared to?” Eric’s eyes grew even narrower.

“You will know soon enough. And what do you think of that guy- Adrian?”

“The ‘Duchess’s’ son? He is good. I got my hands on this year’s Hunt’s reports. That brat did well- killing three Institute students when he is just a second year. But not good enough to be a variable in ‘the selection.'”

“I know. But his ‘maid’, Isabella Hunt- she is a tier 5 after all. And did you see how many she ‘hunted’?”

“Seven- three of which are level 3s. And most importantly- a level 4.”

“Right. Even among the tier 5s, she is top class. Maybe not on par with Emilia Darkheart, but better than all others.”

“Are you saying she might be a variable?” Eric squinted.

“Might be?” The prince chuckled. “She already is one. Do you think the Royal family will let such a gem go?”

Eric thought for a few seconds before asking, “What is your plan then, your highness?”

The prince just smiled evilly in response.

******

Midnight. The snow on the ground was even thicker than before.

“Where are we going, young master?” Isabella asked.

“The principal’s quarters.” Adrian answered.

‘The principal’s quarters?’ She squinted but did not ask anything further.

Both Adrian and Isabella walked through the silent and dark pathways of the Academy. They did not even bother to use any sort of cover since they were already using their essences to the fullest.

Soon, they reached the principal’s quarters. Before anyone could knock, the door opened.

It was Abegail who opened it. “Come in.”

No sooner had they stepped in than the door closed shut again.

Both of them reached the bedroom lit with lamps. A fire magic circle kept the room warm.

The middle aged principal was sitting on the bed wearing a loose night gown, flaunting those huge jugs and motherly thighs.

Abegail was also wearing a nightgown, but it was much more modest compared to the one her mother was shamelessly wearing.

“Hope we are not late.” Adrian smiled.

“Of course not, you’re welcome.” Rastia answered with a smile.

Isabella was confused. Why were they here?

Adrian knew what she was thinking. He looked at her and smiled.

“You did well at the Hunt. It’s time to take your reward.”

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