Betrayed, I Knocked Demon Lord's Door - Chapter 27: Chapter 27
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At Ekavine Academy, Caitlyn's first lecture for the new class was drawing to a close. She paused to sip from her water bottle.
Caitlyn stretched lazily after her nap and ambled toward the classroom at an unhurried pace.
The afternoon bell rang through Ekavine Academy's stone corridors as Caitlyn ambled into the classroom.
She walked to the podium, turned, and faced the students, whose chatter echoed nonstop. Same as the first class with the previous group.
Caitlyn calmly wrote her name on the blackboard in steady strokes, unfazed by the growing whispers behind her.
"Professor Morrow!" A voice cut through the noise before she finished. "Where's your teaching assistant? We're dying to meet him!"
Clearly, rumors about her and Leon had spread.
But judging by their expressions, these students hadn't heeded warnings from others.
'This does fit the nature of Adepts. They wouldn't back down until they're truly shaken by absolute force,' Caitlyn thought.
"He's busy this afternoon. You'll see him next class," said Caitlyn.
"What a pity! Everyone's been looking forward to seeing our TA," someone whined.
Caitlyn ignored them, flipping open the attendance sheet.
"How about this, Professor. Call him over, will ya?" he continued.
"I said Leon's occupied." Caitlyn's tone frosted.
Laughter erupted. "Rumor is you and your TA are more than just colleagues. Don't tell me you're just here to play professor thanks to him?"
"Heard you're riding his coattails? Ekavine trains warriors, not bookworms!" The tone turned sharp, dripping with provocation.
But Caitlyn stayed composed. "Teaching theory doesn't require combat skills. My knowledge is enough to teach you."
"Knowledge suffices. Professor, you can't seriously think a regular people who's read a few extra books can teach us properly, right?" someone jeered.
"Guess Leon's pretty powerful," Someone snorted. "he must've pulled strings for his little trophy wife. No skills, probably younger than us too. How's the cushy life?"
Caitlyn's eyes narrowed. She stared at them but stayed calm, emphasizing, "I'm older than you all."
"Powerful? Scaredy-cat more like!" Another voice jeered. "Ran off when he heard we'd challenge him! Why else was he here this morning but disappeared this afternoon? Just a coward who picks on weaklings!"
"I believe I already said..." Caitlyn's voice turned icy, laced with barely contained rage.
Crack!
The classroom instantly shuddered under a terrifying aura that made the air tremble.
An invisible force smashed the speaker through three desks. Wood splintered as he cratered the floor, blood pooling.
Silence swallowed the room.
Caitlyn leaned on the podium, crimson light writhing in her eyes. Every student froze under her gaze, shirts drenched in cold sweat.
A murderous aura erupted—aw, unfiltered, drowning the room in primal terror.
'Trophy wife? More like a bloody dragon,' they thought.
"Leon's merely busy. We're friends." Caitlyn's voice carved through the tension.
The loudest hecklers fell to the ground. "One more thing: Mock me all you want. But do not disrespect Leon. Considering this napper a warning." Caitlyn glanced at the unconscious student.
Dead silence.
Caitlyn's frost-tinged voice carried through the room, reaching every ear except the unconscious "napper".
Leon's so-called "keeping order" is just an excuse to cling to her. Though Caitlyn appeared petite, she was no ordinary professor.
As the former Demon Lord, Caitlyn could cow a classroom without effort.
Leon knew her better than anyone, be it prey or opponent, that her "kindness" was fearsome. 'Why else would Leon wander off so casually?' Caitlyn thought.
Students exchanged panicked glances. 'Who survives couples like this?! He guards her honor, she guards him... Just friends our asses!' they thought unanimously.
"Who's the monitor?" Caitlyn's tone returned to clinical calm.
"P-professor..." A girl pointed at the floor. "He's...uh...taking a nap."
"You're acting monitor. And carry him to the infirmary." Caitlyn said.
Deskmates scrambled, dragging the bloodied student whose skull had cracked against the doorframe.
As the new monitor trembled through roll call, Caitlyn surveyed the shattered desks.
'Repair bills... Leon's paycheck will cover this.' Caitlyn said inwardly.
Leon cracked his neck in the testing zone, joints popping after long inactivity.
'Not fully recovered, but enough for this circus.' He gave Bob a confident nod.
Bob solemnly activated the simulator.
The air thickened as onlookers snickered, eager to see the cocky newcomer fail.
The atmosphere suddenly turned oppressive, as if the air itself had grown heavy and viscous. An invisible force continued to coalesce, pressing down on everyone present.
Leon's eyes never wavered as reality dissolved. The testing arena vanished, replaced by an endless plain where a Black Dragon's shadow swallowed the horizon.
Obsidian scales shimmered like cursed armor across its mountain-like frame. Sunlight died beneath wings spanning eternity, while golden eyes radiating divine contempt pinned him in place.
Its slit pupils contracted, promising annihilation with every earth-shaking breath.
Leon rubbed his stubble. 'This thing...reminds me of the beast boss from The Abyssal Rift.'
The next instant, a message flashed before Leon's eyes: [KILL IT]
As the text faded, the Black Dragon surged to life, its oppressive aura so overwhelming that the air itself seemed to solidify.
A shimmering barrier encircled the testing arena, projecting Leon's confrontation onto a glowing screen for all to see.
"Bet he's pissing his pants!" someone sneered dismissively.
Then the message faded away, and the Black Dragon stirred.
But Leon merely scoffed. "What a cheap imitation... The real one was a worthy opponent. You?"
His voice dropped to a murmur as he swung a fist with unflinching eyes.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!
A cataclysmic surge of raw power erupted from his fist, radiating outward in a tidal wave of sheer force.
In an unimaginable surge of pure power, everything before Leon was instantly stirred.
Black Dragon vanished in an explosion of light, its holographic form shattering like glass.
The ground trembled violently, and onlookers staggered back, hearts pounding.
The screen flickered erratically, its surface suddenly awash with spiraling numerals—99999999...∞—blurring into incomprehensible speed.
The crowd froze in stunned silence.
One by one, they rubbed their eyes in disbelief. Everyone knew the truth: surpassing the measure's limit meant only one rank—S.
Yet a handful of A-rank hunters ignored the digits, their gazes locked on Leon as he stood with hands in pockets, smirking faintly.
There was no trace of belittlement left in their eyes.
Leon had used nothing but brute strength. No trace of magic, no spellwork—just pure, unadulterated physical power.
Caitlyn stretched lazily after her nap and ambled toward the classroom at an unhurried pace.
The afternoon bell rang through Ekavine Academy's stone corridors as Caitlyn ambled into the classroom.
She walked to the podium, turned, and faced the students, whose chatter echoed nonstop. Same as the first class with the previous group.
Caitlyn calmly wrote her name on the blackboard in steady strokes, unfazed by the growing whispers behind her.
"Professor Morrow!" A voice cut through the noise before she finished. "Where's your teaching assistant? We're dying to meet him!"
Clearly, rumors about her and Leon had spread.
But judging by their expressions, these students hadn't heeded warnings from others.
'This does fit the nature of Adepts. They wouldn't back down until they're truly shaken by absolute force,' Caitlyn thought.
"He's busy this afternoon. You'll see him next class," said Caitlyn.
"What a pity! Everyone's been looking forward to seeing our TA," someone whined.
Caitlyn ignored them, flipping open the attendance sheet.
"How about this, Professor. Call him over, will ya?" he continued.
"I said Leon's occupied." Caitlyn's tone frosted.
Laughter erupted. "Rumor is you and your TA are more than just colleagues. Don't tell me you're just here to play professor thanks to him?"
"Heard you're riding his coattails? Ekavine trains warriors, not bookworms!" The tone turned sharp, dripping with provocation.
But Caitlyn stayed composed. "Teaching theory doesn't require combat skills. My knowledge is enough to teach you."
"Knowledge suffices. Professor, you can't seriously think a regular people who's read a few extra books can teach us properly, right?" someone jeered.
"Guess Leon's pretty powerful," Someone snorted. "he must've pulled strings for his little trophy wife. No skills, probably younger than us too. How's the cushy life?"
Caitlyn's eyes narrowed. She stared at them but stayed calm, emphasizing, "I'm older than you all."
"Powerful? Scaredy-cat more like!" Another voice jeered. "Ran off when he heard we'd challenge him! Why else was he here this morning but disappeared this afternoon? Just a coward who picks on weaklings!"
"I believe I already said..." Caitlyn's voice turned icy, laced with barely contained rage.
Crack!
The classroom instantly shuddered under a terrifying aura that made the air tremble.
An invisible force smashed the speaker through three desks. Wood splintered as he cratered the floor, blood pooling.
Silence swallowed the room.
Caitlyn leaned on the podium, crimson light writhing in her eyes. Every student froze under her gaze, shirts drenched in cold sweat.
A murderous aura erupted—aw, unfiltered, drowning the room in primal terror.
'Trophy wife? More like a bloody dragon,' they thought.
"Leon's merely busy. We're friends." Caitlyn's voice carved through the tension.
The loudest hecklers fell to the ground. "One more thing: Mock me all you want. But do not disrespect Leon. Considering this napper a warning." Caitlyn glanced at the unconscious student.
Dead silence.
Caitlyn's frost-tinged voice carried through the room, reaching every ear except the unconscious "napper".
Leon's so-called "keeping order" is just an excuse to cling to her. Though Caitlyn appeared petite, she was no ordinary professor.
As the former Demon Lord, Caitlyn could cow a classroom without effort.
Leon knew her better than anyone, be it prey or opponent, that her "kindness" was fearsome. 'Why else would Leon wander off so casually?' Caitlyn thought.
Students exchanged panicked glances. 'Who survives couples like this?! He guards her honor, she guards him... Just friends our asses!' they thought unanimously.
"Who's the monitor?" Caitlyn's tone returned to clinical calm.
"P-professor..." A girl pointed at the floor. "He's...uh...taking a nap."
"You're acting monitor. And carry him to the infirmary." Caitlyn said.
Deskmates scrambled, dragging the bloodied student whose skull had cracked against the doorframe.
As the new monitor trembled through roll call, Caitlyn surveyed the shattered desks.
'Repair bills... Leon's paycheck will cover this.' Caitlyn said inwardly.
Leon cracked his neck in the testing zone, joints popping after long inactivity.
'Not fully recovered, but enough for this circus.' He gave Bob a confident nod.
Bob solemnly activated the simulator.
The air thickened as onlookers snickered, eager to see the cocky newcomer fail.
The atmosphere suddenly turned oppressive, as if the air itself had grown heavy and viscous. An invisible force continued to coalesce, pressing down on everyone present.
Leon's eyes never wavered as reality dissolved. The testing arena vanished, replaced by an endless plain where a Black Dragon's shadow swallowed the horizon.
Obsidian scales shimmered like cursed armor across its mountain-like frame. Sunlight died beneath wings spanning eternity, while golden eyes radiating divine contempt pinned him in place.
Its slit pupils contracted, promising annihilation with every earth-shaking breath.
Leon rubbed his stubble. 'This thing...reminds me of the beast boss from The Abyssal Rift.'
The next instant, a message flashed before Leon's eyes: [KILL IT]
As the text faded, the Black Dragon surged to life, its oppressive aura so overwhelming that the air itself seemed to solidify.
A shimmering barrier encircled the testing arena, projecting Leon's confrontation onto a glowing screen for all to see.
"Bet he's pissing his pants!" someone sneered dismissively.
Then the message faded away, and the Black Dragon stirred.
But Leon merely scoffed. "What a cheap imitation... The real one was a worthy opponent. You?"
His voice dropped to a murmur as he swung a fist with unflinching eyes.
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!
A cataclysmic surge of raw power erupted from his fist, radiating outward in a tidal wave of sheer force.
In an unimaginable surge of pure power, everything before Leon was instantly stirred.
Black Dragon vanished in an explosion of light, its holographic form shattering like glass.
The ground trembled violently, and onlookers staggered back, hearts pounding.
The screen flickered erratically, its surface suddenly awash with spiraling numerals—99999999...∞—blurring into incomprehensible speed.
The crowd froze in stunned silence.
One by one, they rubbed their eyes in disbelief. Everyone knew the truth: surpassing the measure's limit meant only one rank—S.
Yet a handful of A-rank hunters ignored the digits, their gazes locked on Leon as he stood with hands in pockets, smirking faintly.
There was no trace of belittlement left in their eyes.
Leon had used nothing but brute strength. No trace of magic, no spellwork—just pure, unadulterated physical power.
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