Alaric made his way back into civilization, the heavy stench of blood as he kept drawing closer and closer into a place where humanity was enough to drive him mad with hunger. The realization of what he could do if he got overwhelmed with anger was enough to make him reduce his pace and slowly control himself and reduce his hunger as much as possible until it was nothing other than a little throb that was a pain in the back of his mind. He kept himself hidden from the humans whenever he could. He was sure that no one had seen him until he could see the peak of a mountain way ahead of him. An indication that he was closer to the place he had called an academy. He stopped dead in his tracks the moment he noticed a human scent, one that felt oddly familiar, but he couldn’t quite place where he had smelled it from. He resumed walking, getting closer and closer to the scent. He had considered passing through other means, like scaling up a tree and jumping from one to the other like the

“Senior… Alaric,” the student called once again in a trembling voice, amidst a violent fit of coughs, the fear in his eyes had reduced to an entirely different emotion. Alaric stared at him with a frown on his face, and then his gaze moved from his face to something else. Kira was the one who noticed it. She traced his gaze to the neck of the student, staring at it intently, she couldn’t see anything on the surface that would grab his attention that much, except… he was looking inwardly. He had been alone wherever it was for more than a year, watching him watch a human like he was nothing other than food made her wonder where it was that he had been. The answer to that would come sometime sooner, in that moment, she moved towards Alaric and stood in between him and the student. Her hands gently caressing his face and turning it to face her, his dark gaze resting on hers. She watched the red ring around his pupil slowly dissipate, but she also noticed the other person in the area wi

“Let’s start with the most important topic to both of us,” Headmaster Thorne began the moment he and Alaric entered his office. Alaric settled on the chair across from the headmaster while waiting for what the most important topic was, because in that case, he was lost. The headmaster let out a sigh as he settled on his chair, and then he dragged the chair forward with his ass, placing his elbow on the table. He intertwined his fingers and placed his chin on them, his gaze fixed on Alaric. “First things first, how’re you doing?” “Fine,” Alaric answered briefly. “How was your time in the prison realm?” Alaric shrugged. “It was mixed, sometimes good, sometimes bad.” “How long did your time in there feel to you?” “It was long enough.” “Then, the main topic. Subject 49, how did you kill him?” There was a heavy look of curiosity in the headmaster’s eyes. “I blacked out.” Alaric’s answer was frustratingly brief, the headmaster heaved another sigh and relaxed back o

In one of the buildings that belonged to the Beastmaster, a middle-aged woman could be seen swinging a sword while staring absentmindedly at a blank space, she was seated in front of the porch. She felt the presence of someone approaching her, one of the only two people she had ever talked to since she stepped out of Vincent’s house. Jenna settled on the space beside her. “I have news for you,” she began, but before she could go on, she got interrupted by Bella, who was yet to spare her a glance. “Before you share any news, I want you to know that I will be leaving at the crack of dawn to start the search for my son.” Jenna sighed. “Well, the news I am about to share with you is concerning your son in the first place.” Those words sparked a reaction from Bella, who jolted and turned to face her with eyes a fraction wider than their usual size. “What is it? Has he been found?” “There’s information that he has been found, and the last place he was seen was the Holy Moun

Alaric stood in front of the half-open door, staring at Ross, the junior who he had seen on his first day back. Ross didn’t look as nervous as a couple of his classmates did when they stood close to him or had to talk to him on his first day back, and Alaric couldn’t help but wonder why. “Why are you here?” Alaric questioned. “I got a piece of information that would so much interest you,” he replied enthusiastically, and Alaric nodded his head, urging him to go on, which is exactly what he did. “On news of your arrival, which is beginning to spread like wildfire, the federal council has made their move. A couple of the important figures would arrive pretty soon, it might be tomorrow evening or maybe the day after tomorrow. I can’t tell the exact time,” Ross added just like a subordinate would read a report to those above him. It was a habit he had grown with. The professors of the academy even know him for those acts, after all, it was one of his unique traits in the academy.