Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

"Let the guarding soul of our academy be the judge. Those who are sinners will die!" Mr. E muttered these words in deep tone and veneration.

The next moments a heavy silence prevailed everywhere, before shouts of pain and screams of panic erupted from some. Arthur witnessed many figures being engulfed in golden fire before nothing remained from them except for their ornaments.

This kept happening fast, like a virus infecting everyone! "All of them…" he muttered in disbelief, as the number of these golden fires kept increasing in front of his eyes, numbering in hundreds!

"Tsk, they are all sinners and traitors," Mr. E said in disgust, "remember, anyone betraying the academy will be judged and killed without the need to move a finger," he wasn't acting proud or mighty, as Arthur sensed a tinge of pain from his voice.

"The loss is great," he muttered.

"Not only here, but those clans and guilds might act against us," he said before adding, "they have been collaborating with dark clans for a long time already. Most of them can be considered our enemies, the one you can't corner; the hardest enemies ever!"

Arthur nodded, understanding the logic behind Mr. E words. "But this is a must, we are after all the Dorgazire academy; the guardian of the eastern part of this world. We can't be pressured by the dark clans, or let those traitors do whatever they wish without proper punishment."

His resolve was firm, and Arthur admired that in him. Despite knowing what was on stake here, he didn't hesitate and applied justice by force! Such a master was someone who would be dependable.

"And I won't stand by watching those dark clans doing whatever they like," he also vowed to himself. After all, this war started because of him, and he didn't intend to stop or go back over what he accomplished so far.

The purge continued for an entire hour, and after that the entire world ushered under heavy silence. "Release," Mr. E calmly muttered, as if he didn't commit a genocide right now!

"Cesile, Armond, Slone… come now!" he shouted and after everyone regained their freedom, they all glanced at him with fear and veneration.

He was such a decisive master, despite being known for his kindness and hate for violence. Yet, at this decisive moment, using soft measures weren't considered wise.

"Master," the three came and greeted him in great veneration.

"You three are responsible for counting the dead. Cesile, make sure to create a list of shame of all the clans and guilds whose had the highest death toll."

"Right away, master," they all said before Cesile paused for a moment while glancing over the weak pale Arthur behind. "Is he ok?" she asked, as she gave Amanda a glance, "is everything alright?"

"Don't worry, both are fine but they need rest for the next few days," Mr. E said before turning to Arthur and Amanda, "take him back to his residence and make sure he won't have any classes for a week."

She nodded and gave Arthur a meaningful glance before the two moved in silence away. "I will keep my eyes on you two all the time," Mr. E said to himself as he had this feeling the two wouldn't listen to his words and stay indoors for a whole week.

"What's special about that world anyway?!" he regained his focus back on the world used to conduct a test. "I thought it was a silly joke by our enemies, yet that world seemed quite special. I have to go personally there and investigate it," he muttered before observing the chaos around him, "but after I get everything sorted out."

He knew the academy suffered losses this time, and the wounds created by the elders' betrayal wouldn't heal in one day or even a week. Yet he moved, raising up his head, knowing he took the right decision back there.

"You owe me a lot!" Amanda said once they moved far from the reach of her master. "I saved your life, and you stole my pillars!"

"I didn't steal them, I just borrowed them," Arthur instantly replied with a weak voice.

"Without my consent!"

"You were there, why didn't you claim them?"

"I was on the verge of dying! Have some manners! Don't you have an honor?" she laughed while enjoying teasing him.

"I do, but you gave me the pillars voluntarily and I didn't steal them!" he refused to budge.

"Then you owe me for saving your life," she said while adding, "and you owe me many things to explain."

"I owe you nothing to explain," he said, trying to avoid her interrogation.

"C'mon, I saw your city, I saw your army, I saw what you did back there! I even saw you move from one place to another using a very unique way! You can't be anyone, a mere clan head from a nameless clan of the desolate areas, you have a secret. I want to hear it!"

"Don't you know prying on others' secrets is a naughty habit?"

"I love being naughty," she laughed before adding, "you won't get rid of me using these pathetic word games. C'mon, aren't we a master and disciple? You are my only disciple for years; can't you trust me? I just risked my neck for you back there! Do you know what would have happened to you if I didn't stop that mysterious dark master? C'mon, show me some appreciation!"

"Thanks a lot for everything," he shrugged.

"That's it?"

"Yup, isn't thanks enough? Do you want me to kowtow to you?"

"What's this?" she asked before adding, "forget anything, I want answers!"

"And I ain't telling a word."

"Let's see how you can do anything there without me by your side, humph!" she harrumphed as she glanced to the other side as if she was mad at him.

He simply gazed at her before returning to look forward.

"C'mon, tell me something! Tell me everything!" she said again, making him realize how childish she was in the interior.

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself? The mighty Amanda is jumping around a disciple like a kid?"

"Don't try to play these tricks on me, I can do whatever I want, and I won't be ashamed at all!" she said in an arrogant tone, "yet aren't you ashamed not to express your gratitude to the girl who saved your life back there?"

"I also saved your life and repaid the debt," he said without glancing at her eyes focusing on him.

"That's not fair, it doesn't count!"

"It does!"

"No, do you want me to go back and tell Mr. E about everything I know?" she suddenly threatened, "I'm not the one who will have great deal of his secrets exposed, hehehe."

She stopped, and started to walk in the opposite direction, startling him. He turned to her as he sighed. "Trouble," he muttered to himself, before loudly shouting, "alright, come back."

She raised her hand high in a waving sign as she loudly said: "No, you a bullyer! You bully cute girls who risk their lives for you, poor me, poor me."

His eyes twitched as he didn't know what to say to this shameless master! "She is even more shameless than me back in the days!" he said to himself before finally saying in a sincere tone: "Come, I will answer some questions of yours."

"Really?!" the next moment she appeared instantly in front of his face, startling him. He was weak at the moment, and this sudden move of her made him lose balance.

"Watch out," he shouted as he fell directly over her, yet she couldn't move in time and she ended up embracing him with his head softly lying on her shoulders and hot breaths coming out from him over her neck!

"Stay away," she rudely threw him to the side in reaction to what she suddenly felt. He fell on the ground, flipped a couple of times before finally resting on his back. "Ah, c'mon I didn't mean anything," he shouted in pain while he tried to stand straight.

"You… you are a naughty one! Keep your distance away or else…" she threatened with red cheeks and a soft touch of pink under her eyes. The moment he saw this he understood everything.

"You are such a sensitive girl from the inside," he muttered to himself before smiling as he said: "I promise this won't happen again, but don't surprise me like this. I'm still injured and weak right now."

He pointed to his body who had many wounds and even his clothes were stained in his blood. She hesitated before helplessly sighing, "alright, let's go back to your residence," she then moved at the front, while he silently followed without saying a word.