I created my own system-Chapter 312: So what should we do?

Then a day went by and Edmund was welcomed by a sudden call.

"This is a very unexpected princess. May I ask why did you suddenly call?"

{I have heard news about the situation there, especially the events that happened at the academy}

"That, my princess, is all a plan, a trap, so if you are worrying about your fiancée, he is fine. You know Eros, he has an ability that is very powerful. Powerful enough to protect him!"

Edmund was very convincing as he explained how powerful Eros had become. Even when he is in pain, he is very happy to share the little moments that make Eros shine throughout the battle. This kind of moment is what Edmund wants the most: a time to flaunt his student’s achievements no matter how small it is. For a teacher like him, every progress is essential to boost a student’s strength.

{Teacher you know I will never doubt Eros what I am more concerned about is the news I heard about Apollo, the power he had shown was clearly different from the expected power he should have based on the test results he had before}

Those words make Edmund silent since he is aware of what she is referring to.

"Are you perhaps worried about Apollo taking Eros’ seat as the heir? Rest assured because that lad will never have a chance"

{How about the personality he has...do you think he would aim for the seat?}

"His personality?.... hmm...that lad is raised by the mages of the tower; if you are unaware, the people in there are more focused on magic than people. Since the lad has been staying there for six years, I could say he must have already become similar to them. A mage who only seeks satisfaction with magic"

{Hmmm..I...don’t think I can trust that... We are not sure that his attitude would stay away from the power of the duck title. Keep an eye on him and report to me if he does anything against Eros}

"You don’t really need to say that to me because I will do everything to make sure my student gets anything he desires"

The voice from the other end of the communication orb seemed to be contemplating something, and then, after seconds of silence, it spoke again.

{Are you in any kind of pain?}

That question came out of nowhere and Edmund was taken aback.

"No, my child, how did you come up with such a conclusion? This old man is just tired. That is why my voice appears to be exhausted," he tried to reason but in his mind, he felt nervous about being read by such a girl.

"Princess I will be hanging since there is a matter that requires my attention"

{Oh, I am sorry for holding you for so long I shall call again next time}

"Yes yes.. please do call next time"

The call then ended while Edmund’s body was covered with sweat, though he wasn’t sure if it was because he was nervous or just because the pain was becoming unbearable.

"Hoooo.... endure... endure"

He kept repeating that as if praying to a mighty god, like a mantra that would grant the wish he wanted to have. However, like some prayers, no matter how devoted his words may sound, they never come true. The pain did not cease. Instead, it remained firm like a sturdy wall unbothered by any kind of storm.

Helpless, the old wizard soon succumbed to the pain and lost consciousness like he usually does.

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While Edmund curses his luck on gaining an enemy like Apollo, the boy in question is currently facing the group of students, which he only knew through the diary entries they left from the abandoned shrine.

[They are right at the other side of the door]

Jeremiah reported after confirming that the professors had already taken the liberty to gather them for him. freёwebnoѵel.com

"It seems they weren’t lying when they said they were still close to their students despite the class being disbanded"

[Indeed, but Creator shouldn’t you hurry inside?]

"I suppose so...wait let me check my dialogue"

Like a nervous student checking his notes before the final exam, the boy with an adult appearance hurriedly reviews the words he will be saying later on.

[Dont panic Creator]

"I am not panicking"

He replied while shakingly reading the cue cards in his hands.

However, his frantic action soon seizes as soon as Professor Calista sends him a message to finally enter the hut.

"Okay, I am tasked to go in now..."

[Dont be nervous]

"I am not"

Soon, Apollo entered the hut; once he did, a spacious living room welcomed him. Unlike the outside, the space inside of the hut can accommodate at least a hundred people; thus, the entire class, including their previous professors, were gathered there.

"Good morning. I am the assistant professor that was sent directly by the headmaster." Apollo started off with a cold and domineering statement, drawing all the attention to him.

Dressed in a long academic robe and a pair of round spectacles, Apollo stepped and slowly walked in front of his earlier greeting, still lingering in the air. Seated on the couch were the students that supposed to be Apollo’s seniors. As his golden eyes lay upon them, he realized how no one even turned their eyes away. They were all looking at him despite his demeanor being a bit overwhelming. Unknowingly Apollo’s lip curved a smile as if he was proud of them. These students were the batch that made the rest of the other classes united just to fight them. They were a threat, and so were removed.

Seeing them up close, Apollo now understood why none of the other classes could take them head-on.

"I know the academy wasn’t the most accommodating but if you have concerns you can surrender them to me, once I have delivered the reason for all of you to be here"

He looked at each one of them knowing that some must have an idea what kind of announcement he was about to say.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped and began to speak.

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The Students’ Perspective

A few hours before Apollo’s arrival

"Is it true we are being called Andrew?"

"Yes and why are asking me like that we received the same message"

Andrew and Melissa talk discretely while more of their friends arrive. The reason for their arrival was the same topic that Melissa and Andrew had been talking about.

The room they are currently in is filled with the sound of machinery and quiet conversations. Several young men and women sat at tables, working with tools, writing calculations, or repairing old equipment.

This place is called the Gear’s Worksop. It was established by the blacksmith named Gear in hopes of teaching his craft to the future generation. Now, however, it is being handled by his descendants. The workshop is free for everyone to enroll in; however, to get in, you need skills as a backup. Currently, the banished students of the academy take their learning to this place.

"Professor Calista called me last night asking us if we have time this afternoon since the headmaster is reaching out to us"

"I did hear the same thing from Professor Nicolo"

"But the headmaster.....I am not too sure if we should go, you do know what happened to those students we beat up before"

"Hey Kid have you forgotten the pride of the High class, there is no way they would reveal how they got severely beaten by us"

"Indigo I am not worried about all the things we did during our stay at the academy and Cassie is right there is no way the other classes would reveal their defeat to us, though they did win once"

"Yes they only won once, and that took everything from us"

"Hey stop that Gil it’s not like we literally lost everything, from what I heard some of those fools no longer attend the academy, they were kicked out due to bullying"

"Oh I did hear that"

Their discussion continued until they noticed something.

"Hey look over there"

Their classmate named Elara noticed someone coming, a person walking towards them first thought. She frowned. "A professor?"

The room grew silent as everyone turned to look at him.

It was one of the newly hired assistant professors under Professor Gelda; in his first task as an assistant professor, he greeted them with a nod, and then he spoke. "I am here to deliver a message."

He placed a sealed black envelope on top of the table.

"You are all being invited to the Old Town’s hut; you may decline this invitation; however, your presence is greatly required. For more information, however, this letter will tell you more. Oh and you may ask Professor Calista if you are still feeling confused about this"

After saying those words, he bowed down and immediately left, leaving the students confused.

"And he left just like that"

"Yeah"

He didn’t introduce himself and went straight to speaking, then right after saying what he wanted to say, he just went on and left.

"So what should we do?"

Daniel asked while fiddling with the letter in his hand. All his classmates, however, just look at each other.

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