The Overlord Of Death

Chapter 6

An army of scholars surrounded Daebzhir as he tried to push his way forward. He may be the overpowered wicked, but Daebzhir still had the build of a child.

Barely surpassing the 5 feet mark, Daebzhir could not see the platinum gate of the academy in front of him. The soaring obstacles limited his perceptible vision and surrounded the edges with darkness.

He lost his balance after tripping on a subtle rock on the ground, nearly landing on his face if not for the strong pair of hands that held him. Daebzhir glanced at his savior.

The first thing he saw was the young man's familiar tattoo on his chest, hiding behind loose robes. The mark was quickly hidden by the robes as the student stood up again.

"Hey kid, be more careful alright? It's best to take care of your pretty face because you are a girl." The student reprimanded him.

Daebzhir laughed softly and told him, "Thank you."

He didn't mind being called a woman, his rebellious phase had passed centuries ago. Daebzhir was more than willing to use it to his advantage.

"Please spare me a few minutes and help me get to the gate of the school." He asked and pointed a finger towards north.

The student stared at him for several seconds before reluctantly replying,

"Sure. Here, hold my hand. I will guide you there."

He reached out his hand for Daebzhir to grab. Daebzhir gladly accepted the offer and followed the auricomous boy.

"Master... that impudent brat... to think he dares to hold-"

"Leave it Noibor. His naive attitude is favorable for us. I will let him guide us."

Daebzhir replied in his mind. Noibor did not pursue the topic any further, but only awaited his master's command.

The gate was more discernible from the crowd, and at last, he reached the entrance of the academy.

"This is as far as I can help you. I assume you are a freshman, you will have fun here."

Daebzhir thanked him before turning his attention towards the door.

"Did you see that Noibor?"

"Yes... master... that was the crest of a royal family..."

Daebzhir smirked. He was right. The blonde was a descendant of him. Everything that happened so far could not be coincidences but strings of fate that pulled them together.

"Now then, how shall we proceed?"

Daebzhir mumbled to himself.

He glanced at the two guards ahead of him. For just mere school soldiers, they were surprisingly equipped with rich enhancements: A black iron vest with long steel gloves, a gray helmet wrapped in silicon at the end, and a pair of combat boots with red laced strings.

This was suspicious.

Daebzhir carefully checked his magic restrictions before approaching the guards attending the entrance. The academy must have installed some kind of unknown power detector.

One of the guards who had a distinctive white beard glanced at Daebzhir and stopped him.

"ID please."

"Sir."

Daebzhir grabbed into one of his pouches attached to a thick thread on the side of his champagne robe and pulled out his student ID.

The guard took the card and examined its authenticity. A large flame of magic left the card when he casted a spell.

Of course it was real. Otherwise, Daebzhir wouldn't have gone out of his trouble to get it.

The two guards pulled onto a lever that opened the gate. As he walked inside, the gate started to close once more and the sounds of the guards could be heard. However, he didn't seem to care about it.

The campus from up close was spacious.There were many students running frantically from one place to another. The veterans wore a pink badge attached to their uniforms while the freshman, like Daebzhir, had a red badge. In Morosis, the colors of the badges identified the student's rank. Blue was the most respected while red was the lowest.

Daebzhir felt a heavy presence oozing out of a building. The powerful magic could only be sensed by those who were at least decent in their abilities.

It had thick columns omitted from the stone ceiling, the ivy vines decorated them thoroughly. The architecture was in a shape of a dragon, the body of the building extended into the shape of the creature's head at the central.

Following the newcomer signs, Daebzhir sauntered to the building. He was careful in his steps, fearing that the enemy would be able to detect his enmity.

"Would it be better to get a decoy?" He mumbled.

If Daebzhir befriended a fellow scholar, that would lessen the school's suspicion. Although, he doubt it would do much.

The entrance of the building led him to a large assembly room where each row had a chair, carefully stacked on a step of the room. Daebzhir could feel the black ring on his finger burn.

"Lord Daebzhir! You-you mustn't sit here! T-this is tr-truly-"

"Lystis, don't message me at this time if its not crucial. You are risking my exposure!"

He hissed. However, even Daebzhir, didn't favor sitting on the chairs of lower elevation.

Suddenly, the lights of the room turned off and the candles at the stage magically glowed vibrantly. A thunderous voice pleasingly echoed,

"Welcome, welcome, welcome! It is a pleasure to have all of you here with us."

The person speaking was dressed in a white cloak with a blue badge attached to his collar. His flaming maroon hair flowed in different directions as he used his arms to make a gesture.

The freshman squad broke out in applause for the student. It seemed as if they knew who he was, and even if they didn't, the badge was more than enough to deem his status.

"You can me Drakalis. There is no need for titles of respect in this academy for me. I am friends with everyone."

Drakalis introduced and stepped forward on the stage. His arms broadly exaggerated, hugged the air.

Daebzhir felt annoyed. This child, Drakalis, was already pinching in on his bad side. There was a spark of mutual agreement as their eyes connected. Drakalis stumbled back.

"A...ah! I'm sorry, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed right now." The student apologized, and the crowd gave him sympathetic nods.

Drakalis dismissed his cryptic movements and continued his speech. Perhaps his fatigue caused a moment of illusion. After all, Drakalis stayed up the whole night working on the newcomers preparation.

Minutes passed and slowly turned into an hour. The freshman didn't mind, they enjoyed listening to Drakalis. From the female's perspective, Drakalis was more than just a handsome man, his looks were superb: Light green eyes, pale and clean skin, and a hair that outshone the sun.

From the male's perspective, they look up to him as leader. Because he was the first person who they came across today, it was only natural to idolize him. Or, was it?

Daebzhir impatiently tapped his feet on the ground. It annoyed a shorter female to his left, who occasionally tossed a glare in his direction.

This was a truly boring morning.