Chapter 56: Plans and Surprises

The unexpected incident at the final scene was ultimately just that—an accident.

After all, there were no casualties.

Once everyone was reassured, the students gradually left the venue, and the performance was abruptly halted.

Yet, Vellandelle’s figure singing amid the chaos was deeply etched in everyone’s minds.

“Sis, you’re not hurt, right?”

As soon as Vellandelle appeared, Rosasys and Kelosha rushed over, forcing Vellandelle to open her arms and catch the two little troublemakers.

“Of course not. With Senior Rin Dong here, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Senior Rin Dong… Sister, you sure seem close to her.”

Rosasys couldn’t help but comment, her eyes showing a hint of dissatisfaction.

Kelosha, meanwhile, paid little attention to the remark and simply rubbed against Vellandelle’s palm.

“As long as my roommate is okay, that’s what matters.”

“Oh, what are you thinking about?”

Vellandelle poked Rosasys on the head, puzzled by how this girl always overthinks things.

What Vellandelle said was perfectly normal, but in Rosasys’s mind, it carried a hidden meaning.

“Senior Rin Dong protected us. Shouldn’t we be thankful to her?”

“Of course.”

After a moment’s thought, Rosasys answered obediently.

“By the way, Sister, do you know Senior Rin Dong?”

“We just met recently.”

“…”

Rosasys felt inexplicably annoyed. Why did Sister keep meeting new women again and again…

“Alright, since the performance is canceled, today’s popularity contest will likely be called off. I heard it will restart tomorrow, so let’s head back for now.”

“Got it.”

“Awesome! Tomorrow we get to see my roommate perform again!”

“Knock, knock.”

A knock sounded at the door.

“Come in.”

An aged, hoarse voice came from inside the room.

With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open.

“Dean, the Divinity has already been sent out. What should we do with the captured cultists?”

“…”

An old man with white hair sat in his chair, his fingers resting on the table.

He closed his eyes, his expression solemn and silent.

“Send word to the Blood Worship Cult and Eternal Society, telling them to come and offer compensation and apologies.”

“Everything else will proceed according to plan.”

“I understand.”

“However, it seems that the thief was unreliable—before leaving the Academy, someone stole from them and destroyed all evidence. I can’t find any traces at all.”

Karlenasha’s cold eyes shifted as if recalling something before she spoke.

“It doesn’t matter.”

The old man remained silent and calm, as if everything was still going according to his design.

“The Academy’s responsibility is only to deliver the Divinity. Who ends up with it depends on their own abilities.”

Karlenasha said nothing.

Although the Dean valued her greatly, she still couldn’t figure out what the old man was thinking.

After so much time, was the plan finally about to unfold?

Never mind—just as he said, it didn’t matter.

None of this concerned Karlenasha herself.

As Ancient Dragonkind, she cared little for the conflicts of this Continent.

She had only come to Aurora Academy as the first Dragon Race representative to observe the current strength of the Continent.

“Is there anything else? If not, I want to apply for graduation.”

“In such a hurry? Last I heard, the Dragon Race tends to have plenty of free time.”

“Because I’ve noticed some interesting things happening recently among the Elves.”

Karlenasha smiled.

The Dean naturally understood what she meant, and though reluctant, he lacked the ability to stop her.

After a long silence, he finally decided to avoid the topic of the Elves.

“Speaking of which, I do have one favor to ask.”

The old man beckoned and a letter slid out from a nearby drawer, slowly landing on the table.

He pushed the letter toward Karlenasha.

“You’ve recently been in contact with her. I think you’ll find this matter interesting.”

“…”

“Ahem.”

Seleste wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, surprised it had been so tough.

She had prepared thoroughly but still barely managed.

It only proved how weak she was now.

“Thankfully, the outcome was good.”

Looking at the golden-glowing skeleton in her hands, Seleste’s lips curled into a smile.

With this item, not only would she eliminate a major obstacle, but her strength would also increase dramatically.

Seleste felt greatly pleased. Her strongest opponent in her previous life had risen through the Divinity.

The Divinity was what the golden-glowing skeleton was called—an object that could elevate one’s status by absorption, opening the path to godhood.

The Divinity was merely a Key.

Using it would allow her to become a higher being, able to glimpse the mysteries of more elevated races.

“‘Divine Suffering Angel,’ without the Divinity this time, can you still defeat me?”

Seleste was a reincarnate.

She had not died naturally but was killed by someone known as the “Divine Suffering Angel”—the very name the murderer used.

After she and her loved ones lived happily, a new god, “Suffering,” began to emerge.

The form she saw was crowned with demonic horns, her face pitch black and unrecognizable.

Behind her hung countless bloodied wings, and she paved her path to godhood with flesh and bone.

The scene was grand, yet all this time, Seleste could not remember exactly how she died at that hand.

It all had to be attributed to reincarnation, which blurred her memories.

“This time, I will become stronger and protect everyone.”

Clenching her fist tightly, Seleste whispered to herself.

Images flashed through her mind until her gaze settled on Vellandelle’s face.

For some unknown reason, Seleste was unusually fond of Vellandelle—not just for her looks, but a deeper soul connection, as if enchanted by love at first sight.

Seleste knew her own nature. She might be attracted to others for appearance, but only a rare few ever earned her true love. Vellandelle was absolutely one of those rare few.

What Seleste didn’t know was that in Vellandelle’s heart, the feeling was quite the opposite.

From the very first moment she saw Seleste, she disliked her for no reason.

No matter what justifications there might be, Seleste was a scoundrel who kept a harem…

But none of that could mask Vellandelle’s unconscious aversion toward her.

Vellandelle, in truth, should not have felt repulsion toward such a beautiful girl.

At that moment, due to the sudden cancellation of the contest, the students had mostly left the venue.

Because of this, Vellandelle, preparing to leave herself, was immediately surrounded.

In an instant, she was like a big star, engulfed by a sea of people.

Rosasys and Kelosha struggled to push through the crowd, clearing a path for her.

Vellandelle forced her way out and dashed off with the two of them.

She suddenly began to suspect whether Karlenasha had done this on purpose.

Because during the earlier chaos, Vellandelle’s display of the Voice of the Banshee had utterly captivated the audience, making it obvious even without looking that her popularity had skyrocketed.