Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Opening my eyes, a satisfied grin appeared. These last few days all seemed like a blur, having its up and downs, but the night with Isaella was...hmmm, I can't really put in a word. Chuckling aloud, it turned to see an empty room.

Pushing the blanket off my naked body, I frowned as a shadow charged into my room. With a predatory stare, he took a sniff giving a menacing yet entertained smile.

"Little bro, did you finally get some. Has that cherry been popped..." Eroma asked his ashen hair shivering, "did you give her the call of duty..."

Palming my face, I sighed, "Damn it, Eroma, why are you here...How the hell did you even figure it out?" I questioned, completely bewildered by the young man's antics.

With his head raised high, Eroma flicked his ashen hair to the side, posing like he was a Jojo character, "You dare ask this lord such a laughable question," He arrogantly explained, "FOOL! I have been plowing since I was ten. This nose can detect anything regarding a woman. when you were only a toddler, I had..."

Coughing, I got quickly dress, wearing my school uniform, leaving this idiot to monologue to himself. Seeing I was late, I rushed to my carriage as it shot off.

"Why are you here," I inquired, gazing at a man I truly considered to be a brother.

Looking around, Eroma smile faded as a burst of qi flooded the area. However, I suddenly waved my hand as darkness enveloped the area, shocking Eroma.

"Dao...no Element of Darkness," He muttered.

"It would seem you were busy little brother," He lightly said, getting comfortable, "I am here on Grey's orders. He wants you to kill or cripple Tomas today. Your little interaction with that loser the other day had caused quite the stir within Pendragon." Eroma explained.

Placing my chin on my palm, I contemplating whether killing Tomas was within my best interest. "Tell Grey I will cripple Tomas. We need Dra to go insane. You can kill a man but never humiliate them. A foolish saying, but it still holds true." I revealed, eyeing Eroma.

A slight twitch flickered through his brow as he laughed, "You really are like that bastard grey. Do you need me to deliver anything...Maybe to Emma or Val." He asked, causing a bitter taste to fill my mouth.

"no, "I softly said, "There was a reason for what I did. It's fine if you all visit, but it must be done tactfully, but I do have a mission for you."

With a cold smiled, I whispered into his ear, "I want you to place a bounty on my head during today's tournament."

With a confused stare, he nodded absentmindedly before gazing out around the area, "I need to go; I can sense some monster's divine sense trying to find you." He coldly commented, "I will do as you asked but be careful there are some real monsters here today."

Flickering from my sight, a chill assaulted my body as I released the darkness from around the carriage. With a hint of contempt, I looked at the massive castle in the distance. Various air carriages lit up the Azure sky revealing all the different academies all across Asterion.

I laughed with a slight smile; it would seem that my dear elder brother will be making an appearance. It had been far too long. I wonder if he will be enraged at his dear younger brother.

Chuckling at the thought, I exited the carriage as a squad of soldiers greeted me with a respectful salute, "Inquisitor, the king as decreed that we protect you during your time at the Acadamy of War. " A soldier with black and golden armour proudly said.

Inquisitor? Is that my new title. It would seem that there is someone by the king's side with some intelligence. Giving a fake smile, I nodded, marching away as a small squad of Spirit Realm masters followed behind.

Looking at Grimolor already at a massive podium draped in an elegant gown befitting that of an aristocrat. He gazed down at the sea of men and women as excitement began brewing like a storm.

"WELCOME!" He shouted, causing a mass of cheers to filled the air.

"Today, the Children of War will battle against our great nations best and brightest Academies." He proudly proclaimed, "Who will prevail, Those from War? or maybe it will be those that are to be the blades of The King himself? And how could I forget those that hail from the aristocracy themselves."

Like a chaotic sea of anarchy, many men and women began screaming like a crazed beast, causing a slight radiant smile to shine not just from Grimlor but all the instructors surrounding him.

"WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR!"

"KNIGHTS! KNIGHTS! KNIGHTS! KNIGHTS!"

"Asterion! Asterion! Asterion! Asterion!"

As the sea of people roared at the top of their lungs, a hint of excitement filled my heart as I beamed with joy. Walking to the platform below, a senior with blond hair treated me with a proud expression.

"Arsene, we have been awaiting your arrival," He proudly exclaimed, "Your number is 49, may victory grace your blade Ashen Prince."

Chuckling, I stepped into the mass of students; some held radiate smiles while others shone with anxiety. But one thing was clear, everyone here was ready to compete. My blood was already running hot as the mark of Sacerlage heated up with my excitement.

"Welcome, my fellow countrymen, for the time of supremacy is now upon our fellow students. Blood will soon rain, and only one will be standing." Grimlor roar as he shot his fist into the air.

"FOR THE KINGDOM OF ASTERION!!!!!!! LONG LIVE HIS MAJESTY THE KING" Grimlor Cheered as the sea of people followed.

"LONG LIVE HIS MAJESTY THE KING"

"LONG LIVE HIS MAJESTY THE KING"

"LONG LIVE HIS MAJESTY THE KING"

With a deafening roar, a burst of bright and charismatic laughter filled the air as powerful Qi shot down like a bolt of silver lightning. Draped in his royal attire, Oswin roared, "MEN OF ASTERION, WELCOME TO OUR KINGDOMS FIRST COMPETITION INVOLVING EVERY SCHOOL IN ASTERION."

Shock at the king had made an appearance, the people went frantic. With a warm smiled, he waved as he turned to Grimlor, "Begin."

"Yes, your majesty, "