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There was a glow of light above the towering wall of Saint Freya Academy before the body of a young man suddenly materialized and fell to the ground.


Roel violently coughed out blood upon hitting the ground. He was already on the verge of death with the severe injuries he had sustained and the stress resulting from the teleportation, but the thought of Lilian made him grit his teeth and hold on to his consciousness.

He wasn’t about to give up here. He came here not to despair but to seek hope.

A cold night wind blew from the corner of the academy’s walls. His surroundings looked dark and deserted, but the moment he entered the barrier, he could senseherlooking over.

Without any hesitation, he pulled out Ascendwing and plunged it toward his heart. But before the blade could even land, an iridescent glow suddenly emerged and blocked the blade.

“What are you doing?!”

His seemingly reckless action was immediately met with an infuriated feminine voice.

Looking at the ancestor whom he forced to appear by threatening suicide, Roel knew that he had to convince Astrid to save Lilian in the fastest time possible.

But before he could do so, he had to first understand why she had chosen to turn a blind eye to their plight.

Their fight with Priestley had occurred not too far away from Saint Freya Academy. Such a distance could be easily covered by a top-notch expert who had already lived for centuries within moments. This hinted that there was a more compelling reason that forced her to turn a blind eye to their plight.

“Why didn’t you make a move?”

Roel stared at the woman before him with his sharp golden eyes. Blood was still flowing profusely from his body, swiftly forming a puddle that stained Astrid’s boots.

Astrid couldn’t bear to see such a look on Roel’s face. She contemplated for a moment before revealing the truth with a bitter voice.

“Child, I’m sorry for your older sister. Due to certain reasons, I can only make a move once. I won’t stand a chance against Priestley out there; I have to face him in the academy.”

“Is that so?”

Roel responded unexpectedly calmly to Astrid’s explanation. He reached into his robe and pulled out a box. In it sat a glistening gemstone.

The moment he took the gemstone out of the box, the two of them could vaguely hear the calls of the tempest whispering in their ears. Dark wind started to revolve around them, colliding furiously against the natural flow of air.

Roel watched as Astrid’s eyes widened in astonishment before finally revealing his condition.

“Save her. I’ll kill Priestley.”


Astrid’s iridescent eyes contracted sharply upon hearing those words, but the severely injured Roel remained unnaturally calm.

It was true that Priestley was powerful, but there was one thing he was oblivious to in this chaotic Leinster that could potentially threaten him—Tempest Caller.

In fact, it would appear that the Saints Convoca

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