. . As everyone looked toward the horizon, they noticed a series of helicopters rapidly approaching the school. Their low rumble grew louder, and within moments, the entire campus was surrounded by armed police officers. The helicopters hovered ominously overhead as squad cars screeched to a halt outside the school gates, filling the area with flashing blue and red lights. The presence of the police sent a wave of relief washing over the students and faculty, who had been paralyzed with fear moments earlier. Recognizing the officers, they began to feel safe for the first time since the chaos had erupted. “Thank goodness! The police are finally here! We’re saved!” Ruth exclaimed, her face lighting up with visible elation. Turning to Tricia, she asked eagerly, “Tricia, were you the one who called them?” Tricia shook her head, her smile widening in genuine relief. “No, I was about to, but it seems like I didn’t even need to!” She let out a small laugh, her heart lighter now that h

. . Eve initially struggled to comprehend Landon’s statement when he voiced it. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she tilted her head in confusion. After a brief pause, she spoke, her tone carrying a hint of uncertainty. “Forgive me, young master, but I don’t quite understand what you mean,” Eve said carefully. “How are we supposed to investigate every student for being spies or terrorists? From what we know, none of the students have any connection to terrorism. This situation doesn’t seem related to terrorism at all. How does interrogating them under such pretenses solve anything?” Her confusion was genuine. Eve was highly competent, but Landon’s sudden leap to terrorism as a cover story left her momentarily puzzled. Hearing her question, Landon chuckled softly, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. He didn’t seem offended by her skepticism; instead, he appeared amused by it. “Oh, my bad,” Landon replied casually, leaning back in his chair with a faint smirk. “Let m

..“How?” Landon was utterly shocked when Eve’s words reached his ears. Landon was certain he had not killed the Blue Sovereign, so how could the Blue Sovereign be dead? The news baffled him. He had already caused significant chaos by taking the life of the Orange Sovereign, but he had never anticipated that this turmoil would somehow lead to the death of the Blue Sovereign. The revelation filled him with intense curiosity.‘What could have possibly led to the Blue Sovereign’s death?’Only a few hours ago, Frank had been on the verge of sending a signal to the Blue Sovereign, and Landon had intervened to stop him. It wasn’t that Landon lacked the will to face the Blue Sovereign in battle—on the contrary, he was eager for that confrontation. However, he preferred to choose the terms of such a fight. Besides, taking on the Blue Sovereign in the middle of school grounds had seemed like a reckless idea. Yet now, mere hours after his encounter with Frank, the Blue Sovereign was reportedl

..After spending a grueling few hours in the detention center, the students and staff of Cradle Valley University had reached a breaking point. They were exhausted, both physically and mentally, and were willing to do almost anything to regain their freedom and return to their normal lives. The cold, confining walls of the detention center had stripped away their usual composure, leaving them desperate and eager to comply with any demands that might lead to their release.The relief that washed over their faces when they learned the authorities had found them innocent was palpable. It was like the first taste of water after being stranded in a barren desert. They clung to the promise of freedom with a fervent determination, as if their very lives depended on it. Each individual was delighted, grateful to escape the harsh reality of imprisonment. Among the entire group, Tricia stood out as the most visibly relieved. She had spent her time in the detention center cursing Frank under h

..Out of the six transfer students, this particular male stood out. He didn’t bother to hide his curiosity or disguise the fact that he was observing Landon. Even when their eyes met, the boy held his gaze, unflinching. Rather than engage in a staring contest, Landon chose to look away. It wasn’t out of intimidation but rather a calculated decision. His current persona as a miserable, unremarkable student didn’t align with the idea of locking eyes confidently with a stranger. Maintaining his cover was more important than asserting dominance in this situation. The rest of the school day proceeded without incident, and soon enough, Landon was done with his classes. As he prepared to leave campus, Kara approached him. “Landon, are you okay?” she asked gently. Her voice was filled with genuine concern, though she seemed hesitant to bring up the events of yesterday directly. Landon smiled warmly and reassured her, “I’m fine, Kara. Don’t worry about me.” Though they exchanged on