A Destained Young Master Villain



The crowd that were in the vicinity discussed what was going to happen next. However, ultimately, they decided to vacate the premises due to their apprehension that a large scale battle might ensue.

If one were to break out looking at the number of troops and ships that Gorgon brought with him, they would inevitably become casualties of the battle, a fate they wanted to avoid.

Leaving only the elders, Hermion, Gorgon, and his troops, and some that still stayed curiously anticipating what would happen next.

'Curiosity killed the cat.' Some individuals thought as they watched some people who stayed.

The trio of elders also bid farewell to Hermione and proceeded to return indoors to the academy premises. Given the Dean's presence, their guidance of Gorgon was deemed unnecessary.

"Follow me, Gorgon," Hermione said as she started walking back inside the academy to start heading to her office.

Gorgon proceeded to walk behind, and amidst the ensuing awkward silence, he made the decision to initiate a conversation, given that they were close acquaintances.

"I apologize for my behavior earlier, my attitude was a bit inappropriate."

"It is understandable, considering the circumstances regarding the death of your son. I did not feel offended by your actions. There is no need to be so concerned about it."

"Thank you. Anyway, Hermione, who was that kid earlier?" He was curious since Zen looked like someone of high status.

After also thinking about it, his appearance and aura seemed familiar to him, but he could not make them out, so he asked her.

"Young master of the Raverdieu family, and his name is Zenryx Raverdieu, Son of Elle and Randell Raverdieu," she responded.

"Huh? The Raverdieus got a young master now? Since when?"

"It happened long ago, however, his parents chose not to disclose his existence to the society. He has only recently made his presence known."

"Hmm that's why he gives me a familiar feeling."

"Looking at his aura, it seems he has reached an Advanced rank. The Raverdieus have produced a monster, quite a talented young man, if I say so."

Hearing him praise Zen, she couldn't help but purse her lips together. 'You would not be saying that if you found out that he was the one who killed your son.'

'This Zenryx is too ruthless.' She had gathered information from the three professors regarding the outbreak, comprehending the sequence of events and the factors that led to Goren's demise. It was revealed to her that the incident was caused by a minor disagreement.

But because of that, Zen just killed him, which made her think of him that way. Although she is quite ruthless herself, she does not go killing people nonchalantly without any reason.

After that, the entire walk to the office became silent again.

Upon arrival at the office, Hermione proceeded to scan her identification card, and the door automatically slid open.

Looking at the room, the walls are painted a brownish color, while the floor is covered in a light red carpet. In the center of the room is an ornate chandelier that hangs from the ceiling, casting a soft glow throughout the room. 

On either side of the room are two comfortable couches upholstered in red fabric. In the center sits a wooden table topped with books and a globe-like decoration that shows the Planet Pontiac.

There were also a bunch of bookcases placed on either side of the spacious room.

The room really looked fantasy-like, without any trace of futuristic technology other than the door.

They then got inside, and Hermione instructed Goren to sit down on the couch. Once he was seated, he immediately asked what happened to his son.

"So tell me, Hermione."

She released another sigh and proceeded to sit down also. "Gorgon I am going to be honest with you; I do not think you will be able to avenge your son."

Once her words dropped, Gorgon's face turned ugly, and he said, "Why? Are you going to protect that person also?"

"It seems that I just wasted my time coming here to talk to you."

"So be it then; I might not be able to fight with you, but I can still do some damage to your so-called academy."

As he was about to stand up and leave the room angrily, Hermione spoke up to calm him down: "Calm down, you misunderstood." Hearing this, Gorgon sat back down and asked for an explanation of what she meant.

"What did you mean by that then?"

Hermione contemplated for a bit if it was really fine to tell him, but she gave up in the end and told him what happened, starting from the start of the outbreak until his son died.

"So you are saying someone killed my son?! Who!" Gorgon roared angrily.

"Zenryx Raverdieu…" she responded.

"So you are telling me that the kid earlier that said the word 'lizard' was none other than the one responsible for my son's death! And that what he said was not a misunderstanding and he was simply mocking me?!"

"AHHAHAHA, VERY GOOD VERY GOOD, so what if you are from the Raverdieu family? Today will be your last day in this world." Gorgon manically laughed.

After he finished his words, he instantly appeared outside of the academy, projecting his entire aura and diligently surveying the surroundings in search of Zen's whereabouts. 

He really wanted to go and kill him after finding out that he was the perpetrator, he even mocked him after knowing that he was the father of the person he killed.

Zen simply did not take him seriously.

Once his aura had been spread out, a bunch of professors sensed it and appeared outside, trying to figure out what was happening.

All the students also felt confused about whether there was really going to be a battle. There has never been a battle of this scale between humans on the Astre continent before. So they were quite worried.

On the other hand, Hermione, for some reason, did not follow him or even stop him. She seemed calm, like she was not worried about what was going to happen next.

"WHERE ARE YOU, ZENRYX RAVERDIEU! You ruthlessly killed my son, and you dare not appear in front of me?"

His words were heard by everyone. This revelation immediately caused an uproar among the people.