CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Julius lifted his brows the moment he heard the words from Noah who slowly returned his gaze to him after making sure that no one was eavesdropping on them. “A secret library?”“Yes. A secret library, Diego.” Noah nodded to affirm his words, and after shielding his mouth with his right hand, he continued. “I think it was built in the past, way before this Combat society became existent. The books there are so old but they contain so many secrets from the past and even predictions about the past. There are books on teleportation, time-traveling, space, reincarnation, and even magic.” Noah shook his head in excitement, staring at Julius who struggled not to express the frenzy that lingered in his mind, ready to let itself out. “Sometimes, I hear voices when I am inside the library, but no one ever shows up. I was thinking that it could be some of the cadets in this college, but no one seems to know anything about it. I am sure that the Combat society would have

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Julius descended the stairs and made his way toward the classroom block with so much anger boiling inside him. “That coward! He calls me a drug dealer and a drunkard! I should deal with them when the time is right, all of them!”“Relax, Diego. Do not forget what lies ahead of you. All of these are distractions that can set you back from your path.”“Vera? You are still here.”“Of course, Diego. I am always here with you until my time is over.” Vera responded at once while Julius walked into the classroom block and sauntered through the hallway that led to one of the laboratories in the building. “Well, I thought you had left me. You suddenly became silent and refused to give me an answer to the question I asked.” “Focus, Warlord. You still have the ancient book to find, you still have a lot to learn.” Vera caused Julius to go into a period of thinking while he continued walking slowly toward the laboratory. “How long is this supposed to take? How long am I sup

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN Julius was forced to stop while Circe started to walk toward him with slow but steady steps. “I almost forgot about you.” Julius sighed softly even though he got no relief from it. “I underestimated you, mortal,” Circe said with a smirk on her face, she turned toward the maidens who were still grunting in pain, and scoffed at them before returning her gaze to Julius. At that moment, she became a bit wary of him and was cautious of not being attacked by him as she saw that he wielded more powers than she had imagined. “You may have been able to defeat my maidens, Diego. But I will be back for you when the time is right. Draevyn may have bestowed his powers on you, but that doesn’t mean that you will be as half as the conqueror he was.” “You may be right, Circe. But that doesn’t mean that I will give up. You can try as much as you want, but I will never go back to your island with you.” Julius stood on his unshaken resolve, looking at the Enchantress who chuck

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE Julius eventually pushed himself up from the bed and headed to the bathroom to have a quick shower before putting on the gray suit, which fit him perfectly.“She was right.” Julius smiled while he admired his outfit, alongside the brown Clark shoes which he got from the wardrobe. Certain that he looked like a young CEO, Julius nodded in satisfaction, adjusted his jacket, and walked out of his Chambers, and headed for the exit of the Castle. “Lord Diego? You are back.” A female voice called out to him while he was still in the hall, trying to get to the exit doors in front of him. Monica hurried toward Julius, who turned around to look at her as soon as she called out to him. “Hello, Monica. It’s you…” “Welcome, Lord Diego. It appears that you are on your way out.” “Oh yes, Monica. I have an important meeting to attend.” “But you just got back from college. You must be really exhausted and famished. I already asked Gladys to prepare something really nice for

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE Julius stepped into the Conference hall a few seconds after Dominic had gone in, his eyes went straight to look at the four men who were seated at the two corners of the long wooden table in the middle of the hall, two at both sides. They were clad in black suits and had some files lined up in front of them while they whispered some inaudible words amongst themselves. Three of the men were in their middle age, while the one who was seated in the first seat by the left looked very much older than the rest; his face showed signs of retirement, as the wrinkles lined up on his forehead bore witness to the fact that he was supposed to be taking an eternal break. The moment the four men dressed in black suits saw Julius walking into the Conference Hall, they stood up slowly to show their homage, while the oldest man among them seemed a bit reluctant to do what the others did. From his countenance, it was visible that he was forcing a smile on his face even though he