Chapter 107: Letter From Verdant Dawn Academy

Alaric sat at his desk in the workshop, his attention momentarily diverted from the ongoing work on the artifact.

A letter had just arrived, sealed with the emblem of Verdant Dawn Academy, the prestigious institution where he had spent the last several years of his life honing his magical and intellectual abilities.

His brow furrowed slightly as he broke the seal and unfolded the parchment, his eyes scanning the words written by none other than Professor Amelia Lyon, the voluptuous and beautiful professor of the academy.

The letter read:

“Dear Alaric,

I trust this letter finds you in good health. It has been nearly two months since your last correspondence, and I must express my concern regarding your prolonged absence.

Your leave of absence has exceeded the academy’s allowed duration, and I must inquire as to when we can expect your return.

The semester is nearing its end, and I urge you to return soon in order to complete your studies and fulfill the requirements necessary for graduation.

Your presence is greatly missed, and I hope this letter serves as a reminder of your academic obligations. Please respond at your earliest convenience, as your future at Verdant Dawn Academy depends on your timely return.

Yours sincerely,

Professor Amelia Lyon”

Alaric’s lips curled into a small, thoughtful smile as he set the letter down. He had anticipated something like this, especially given how long he had been away. He wasn’t exactly the model student when it came to adhering to schedules, but this time, he had been preoccupied with more pressing matters. Still, the reminder from Amelia was a signal that he could not continue postponing his return for much longer.

Iridelle, who had been working on the artifact beside him, looked up when she saw Alaric’s expression change. She was always keen to his moods, and when he received a letter, it was almost always important. Seeing the letter from Verdant Dawn Academy, she immediately stood up, a concerned frown on her face.

“What does it say?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Alaric handed her the letter, and Iridelle’s eyes quickly scanned the words. Her frown deepened, her fingers gripping the paper tightly. “You’ve been away for a long time now, Alaric,” she said, her voice filled with concern. “You’re in your seventh year, just like Natasha. If you stay away too long, it could jeopardize your graduation. You might not get the recognition you deserve from such a prestigious academy.”

Alaric glanced at her, offering a reassuring smile. “I’ve thought about that. But the work we’re doing here is important. It’s the kind of project that could change everything for me, for all of us.” His voice was calm, measured. “I’ll handle the academy. Don’t worry about it.”

Iridelle, though she trusted him, couldn’t help the anxiety that crept into her expression. “What will you tell them? They might not be so understanding about your delay.”

“I’ll explain the situation,” Alaric replied, his tone smooth. “I’ll send them a letter. Let me handle this.”

Iridelle’s eyes lingered on him for a moment before she nodded. “I hope you’re right. But still… if you don’t return soon, it could hurt your future.”

“I said, I’ll handle it,” Alaric repeated, his voice firm but gentle. “For now, let’s focus on the artifact. It’s almost ready for the next phase, and I don’t want to lose momentum.”

With a final sigh, Iridelle turned back to her work, though the worry still lingered in her eyes. She trusted Alaric, but she couldn’t help but feel concerned for him. The Verdant Dawn Academy was not just any school. It was the place where the greatest minds were shaped, and even someone with as much potential as Alaric had to navigate its strict academic requirements.

Alaric took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the letter and Iridelle’s concern pressing down on him. But his resolve was clear. He would handle the academy situation, but right now, his focus had to remain on the artifact. He picked up his quill and began writing a response.

“Dear Professor Lyon,

I hope this letter finds you well. I apologize for the extended delay in my return to Verdant Dawn Academy.

The project I’ve been involved in here has reached a critical stage, and as such, I am unable to return until it has been completed. The artifact I am working on is a collaboration with the renowned senior artificer, Iridelle Khysarel, and it is a matter that requires my full attention.

Given the complexity of the project and the tight timelines involved, I estimate that it will take an additional month to finish the artifact. Please rest assured that my commitment to my education remains strong, and I plan to return to the academy once my current obligations have been fulfilled.

I understand the importance of my studies and the need to complete my final year, and I will ensure that my academic responsibilities are met upon my return.

Thank you for your understanding, and I look forward to resuming my studies soon.

Yours sincerely,

Alaric Steele”

Alaric sealed the letter and handed it to one of the servants to be sent off. As the servant left the room, Alaric’s mind wandered back to the concerns that Iridelle had voiced. There was no denying the importance of his time at Verdant Dawn Academy, but he also knew that his future would not be defined solely by the institution. This artifact, the work he was doing with Iridelle, would shape his path in ways that the academy could never offer.

A few hours later, as Alaric was going over the results of their testing on the artifact, he was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Ulriya and Kara, two of his most loyal maids, entered with news.

“Master Alaric,” Ulriya began, her voice steady but with a hint of urgency. “There’s been a development. It concerns Eskil.”

Alaric raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. Eskil, the greatest martial talent from the Eloriath Kingdom, was someone Alaric had crossed paths with before.

Eskil had been part of the group that had attacked his Aunt Cassandra’s house—an event that had ended with Eskil’s defeat at Alaric’s hands.

Alaric had heard little from him since then, but he knew that Eskil, and the rest of the Lionheart Martial Institute, had returned to their training with a vengeance.

“What about him?” Alaric asked, leaning forward slightly.

“Eskil underwent his second awakening,” Kara said, her voice filled with a mix of awe and disbelief. “He’s no longer an Apprentice Martialist. He’s become a Master Martialist.”

Alaric’s eyes widened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. Eskil’s second awakening was a significant event, one that could only be compared to Alaric’s own rise from an Apprentice Mage to a Master Mage. It spoke volumes about Eskil’s potential.

“He’s become that strong already?” Alaric murmured, mostly to himself.

Ulriya nodded. “Yes, and it doesn’t stop there. Since his awakening, Eskil has been challenging every Master Martialist he can find—defeating them one by one. He’s even started taking on Master Mages, proving his superiority over them as well.”

Alaric leaned back in his chair, contemplating the information. He wasn’t overly concerned about Eskil. While Eskil’s martial prowess had certainly grown, Alaric was confident in his own abilities.

Ever since absorbing the Blood Essence and Spirit of the Azure Spirit Lion—a mythical beast—Alaric’s body had undergone its own transformation. Though he was a mage, his physical capabilities were nearly on par with that of a Master Martialist.

While he couldn’t use Battle Aura in the same way a Martialist could, he had learned to enhance his body using Magic Energy. His body was stronger, faster, and more resilient than ever before.

“I’m not worried,” Alaric said with quiet confidence. “Eskil’s potential is certainly high, but he doesn’t have the same versatility that I do. His path is that of a martial artist. Mine is much broader.”

Kara and Ulriya exchanged glances, sensing the certainty in Alaric’s voice. “We’ll keep you updated on any further developments, Master,” Ulriya said.

Alaric nodded, his thoughts already turning back to the task at hand. Eskil might be a rising star in the martial world, but Alaric had his own path to follow. And right now, that path led straight back to the artifact.

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Far from the opulent halls of the Steele manor, in the rugged, mountainous region bordering the Eloriath Kingdom, stood the imposing Lionheart Martial Institute.

Carved into the side of a sheer cliff face, the institute was a testament to the dedication and resilience of its practitioners. Training grounds, carved directly from the rock, echoed with the sounds of clashing steel and the rhythmic shouts of martial artists honing their skills.

Within the institute’s austere confines, a storm of fury raged within Eskil.

The memory of his humiliating defeat at Alaric’s hands burned like a brand on his soul. The cheers of the crowd, the look of pity in his fellow students’ eyes, the crushing weight of failure – these were the constant companions of his waking hours, fueling his obsession for revenge.

The day he had been rescued from the brink of defeat by Gideon, a high-ranking member of the shadowy Phantom Assembly, had been a turning point. Gideon, recognizing the raw potential within Eskil, had offered him a path to power, a chance to transcend his limitations. It was an offer Eskil couldn’t refuse.

In the secluded depths of a Phantom Assembly stronghold, Eskil had undergone a grueling transformation. He had been subjected to painful rituals, his body pushed to its absolute limits.

And then, he had been presented with the demon seed, a grotesque, pulsating orb containing the essence of the Iron Fanged Tiger, a ferocious beast known for its unparalleled strength and savage battle aura.

The fusion had been agonizing. The tiger’s essence had surged through his veins, tearing at his flesh, reshaping his very being. But Eskil had endured, driven by his burning desire for revenge.

When the pain finally subsided, he emerged a changed man. His physical strength had increased exponentially, his battle aura now crackled with the raw power of the tiger. He had become a Master Martialist, a force to be reckoned with.

He had spent the intervening months mastering his newfound power, honing his skills, pushing himself to the absolute limits of his capabilities.

He had learned to control the tiger’s essence within him, to channel its raw power into devastating strikes and impenetrable defenses. He had become a weapon, forged in the fires of vengeance, ready to unleash his fury upon the world.

Now, after months of seclusion and training, Eskil had returned to the Lionheart Martial Institute.

It was his first time back since his defeat at Alaric’s hands, and he made sure to conceal any trace of his involvement with the Phantom Assembly and the demon seed that now resided within him.

He knew that revealing his connection to such a dark organization would bring unwanted attention, and he wasn’t ready to expose his secrets just yet.

He entered the institute’s main courtyard, his presence immediately drawing attention. Students stopped their training, their eyes widening in recognition.

Whispers spread through the crowd, the name “Eskil” echoing through the air.

He moved through the courtyard, his head held high, his expression stoic. He could feel the weight of their gazes, the mixture of awe, respect, and a lingering hint of pity. He ignored them all, his focus fixed on his goal.

He sought out the institute’s Grandmaster, a stern, imposing man who had always held high hopes for Eskil. The Grandmaster’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw Eskil, his gaze taking in the changes in the young man’s physique, the aura of power that now surrounded him.

“Eskil?” the Grandmaster said, his voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and pride. “Is that really you?”

Eskil nodded, his expression unwavering. “It is, Grandmaster,” he said, his voice deep and resonant. “I have returned.”

The Grandmaster’s eyes narrowed, his gaze searching Eskil’s face. “I heard… rumors,” he said, his voice cautious. “Rumors of your… disappearance. Where have you been all this time?”

Eskil offered a vague explanation, claiming he had been on a secluded training journey, seeking to overcome his past failures. He carefully avoided any mention of Gideon or the Phantom Assembly.

The Grandmaster seemed skeptical, but he didn’t press the issue. He could sense the immense power that now radiated from Eskil, and he knew that the young man had undergone a significant transformation.

Eskil’s return to the institute was met with a mixture of awe and trepidation. He quickly established himself as a dominant force, challenging and defeating every Master Martialist within the institute.

He even sought out Master Mages, proving his superiority over them as well. His reputation, once tarnished by his defeat at Alaric’s hands, was now being reforged in the fires of his newfound power.

But even as he basked in the newfound respect and admiration, his mind was consumed by thoughts of revenge. Alaric’s image haunted his every waking moment, the memory of his defeat fueling his burning desire for retribution.

He knew that only by defeating Alaric, by proving his superiority once and for all, could he truly erase the stain of his past humiliation.

He also harbored a deep jealousy towards Alaric, particularly concerning Alaric’s cousin, Fiora. Eskil had noticed the way Fiora looked at Alaric, the adoration and love that shone in her eyes.

It was a look that Eskil desperately craved for himself, and he resented Alaric for possessing it. He wanted to win Fiora’s admiration, to steal her heart away from Alaric, to prove that he was the more worthy of her affections.

He had heard whispers of Alaric’s activities, rumors of his involvement in various events including that dungeon clear event of the Silver Ravens Guild. He knew that Alaric was no longer the same guy he had faced before. He had grown stronger, more powerful, more influential.

But Eskil wasn’t deterred. He was confident in his own abilities, in the power that now coursed through his veins. He had become a Master Martialist, a force of nature, driven by vengeance.

He would find Alaric, he would challenge him, and he would finally have his revenge. He would reclaim his honor, win Fiora’s heart, and prove to the world that he was the superior warrior.

The tiger within him roared in anticipation, eager to taste the sweet nectar of victory.