Chapter 308 - 308- Festival 39- The Imperial Spy

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The mystical form of the Headmaster's office had often raised questions to those who had seen it at least once. Floating books, chairs, tables and even rows of large bookshelves from regal wood. It seemed like a library one would see in a book of fantasy and fairies, perhaps a reality closer to theirs than they might think. Filly Donal was brought to this room once again, and perhaps unlike previously, he was brought here for a different cause. Not for a job employment but a job termination, maybe even a life termination. Now that, he couldn't allow, or at least struggle against it. He was currently tied up on a chair, a similar iron structure as the one used for Wisdom. These ropes and iron chairs were made from the same content as sealing clubs and chains. They bound his mana output shut, rendering him unable to use even a fraction of his abilities. Not that his abilities would have helped in this situation. The Headmaster though, seated on a floating chair just opposite of Filly. A table between them while their furniture drifted extremely slowly in space, with no apparent destination. Filly had been bound neck to toes, but his mouth was left untouched, of course, to get information out of him. Though, Filly had no idea why he was being detained or what sort of information they required of him. In fact, he had already assumed it was a prank, a silly little outburst from the Headmaster to show off his authority over the Staff members. 'This is why I don't fuck with the Vasal households. A bunch of two-faced bastards. They claim their loyalty is to the throne but here's one.....acting for the Juns.' A frown formed on his face, his gaze narrowed as he watched Headmaster Dreau pour out some tea in a cup. "You're more than you seem." He said, suddenly cutting through Filly's thoughts. He raised a brow in confusion. "I apologize, Headmaster but I do not understand what you mean." "It is as I said. There is more to you than what meets the eye, but what that is, I can not pinpoint." He said, twirling the teaspoon in his cup. Just then, the furniture seemed to have floated beneath a dark mast, brewing energy above them. Filly felt it, sensed it, a tingling sensation creeping over his skin and he looked up to find out the source. His gaze narrowed, an image imprinting in his pupils but unable to take form. 'Is that a man?' "Filly?" The Headmaster's voice broke through his line of thoughts, a sudden jerk escaping his body as he turned towards him. "Ye–Yes Headmaster Dreau?" He replied. 'Why's there a man on the ceiling? And why is he sealed? What is the Headmaster hiding?' "You have great observational skills too. It's no wonder you're a middleman." Filly raised a brow, his shock palpable yet his expression devoid of emotion. "Middleman? You mean between the Lecturers and the students?" Headmaster Dreau stopped the tea right before his lower lip, a smug expression growing on his face. "A middleman who lets people into the Academy. It is absurd. I never thought of you as one who was capable of doing such. Is your wife aware of this?" Filly's gaze narrowed, a slight discomfort growing within him. "I'm single and not married. It's in my Lecturer profile." "What is on paper is never the truth, haven't you heard of that?" Headmaster Dreau dropped his cup after taking a sip, a sigh of comfort exuding from his lips. "Now, let's start again. Tell me who you work for and why you have been helping the System Uprisers and enemies of the Academy for so long. If you don't, your wife will bear the brunt of your inadequacy as a human. You will watch her crumble, mentally and physically, a tide of men waiting in turn while you watch." A cold shiver ran down his spine, his teeth clenching as a furious glitter sparked in his eyes. Filly felt fear and he felt rage, his body convulsing in protest. "Yo–You will do no such thing! That is inhumane." "Inhumane? Inhumane is a word used for humans, but a betrayal who isn't affiliated with anyone doesn't fit in that category." Headmaster Dreau's voice was like a whisper, sending signals of death to the man before him. With a slight grunt and an exasperated sigh, Filly said. "I–I'll tell you everything." His chest suddenly grew tight, a slight discomfort brewing within. It was like a pang of pain, easily ignorable and he did so. "Good." Headmaster Dreau felt satisfaction, as Filly sighed and began his explanation. "Well, for starters. I am, in fact, affiliated with someone, but it isn't the Red Peacemakers nor the System Uprisers." Headmaster Dreau raised a brow in confusion. "What?" Filly nodded, his breath easing as he prepared to continue. "Yes, I work for—COUGH! The slight pain he felt within his chest suddenly struck harder, like a hammer pounding against the chest. He coughed out, an expression of discomfort on his face as he attempted to talk again. "I work for—COUGH! COUGH!! It happened twice as much now, his expression turning into confusion. He attempted again, and it became worse, growing, spreading, and shifting from one part of his body to another. It felt like his body had been assaulted, discomfort growing from within and spreading throughout his body. Headmaster Dreau soon realized this wasn't a mere cough as he dropped his cup and stood up, in the air. He walked over to the man, tapping his chest. "What's wrong?" He asked. "I—COUGH! I can't—COUGH!! breath—COUGH!!!" Blood suddenly gurgled out of his mouth, his neck pulsating as he raised his head into the air, choking, gagging, his eyes constricted and backwards. His body convulsed, fear, shock, surprise, anger, and all sorts of emotions running through his body. "Filly! Filly Donal! Filly!" Headmaster Dreau released the chains bound to him and pulled him away from the chair and onto the table. "Circulate your mana! Do it now!" Filly grabbed onto the Headmaster's arm, their gaze locking on one another. Headmaster Dreau could see it, the fear that hid beneath his eyes laid bare as death came knocking on the front door. "The imp— Silence filled the room as his arm dropped limply to the side of the table, his mouth left agape and his eyes swollen and wide open. For a moment, it felt like his soul was within the room, roaming without purpose, lingering for whatever reminisce it could grab on. Headmaster Dreau sighed, his thoughts recollecting the scene that unfolded. 'He was about to say Imperial, wasn't he?' With a heavy sigh, he walked over to his seat and slumped over the chair, his head resting on his arm. 'The King had a spy within my Staff? You must be kidding.' Yet, evidence seemed to point that way, or at least what it seemed to be. 'Well, Tyson was always that way. Wary and suspicious of everyone around him.' He picked up the cup of tea, his gaze lingering on Filly's fallen body, a begrudgingly feeling held firmly within his chest. 'Well played, Tyson.' **** Far away from the Academy, yet next to it was the Kingdom of Lumbrica, the capital of the Western Kingdom. It was ruled by the Imperial household, Swanstorm for many years, passed down to future generations. They had borne them all, righteous kings, tyrant kings, foolish kings, mad kings, joyous kings and grateful kings. The names were numerous and fitted the true nature of the King who ruled at the time. The current King, Tyrone Swanstorm, the Greedy King sat on his throne on this eerie night. His fingers tap the intricate designs of the golden armrest that bears the image of a swan. Like a dignified swan, they held regality in their names and their presence, and he prided himself in being the precipice. The top of the chain, the one who was born to rule. He often came to his throne at nights like this, sleepless nights where discomfort brewed within him. 'Something is wrong.' He thought to himself, his confusion hidden beneath a mask of indifference. He shifted on his throne, his head resting on the knuckles of his hand. 'Are my plans being inferred?' He looked up at the ceiling, the glass murals glowing with the moon's luminance. Its afterglow permeates through the murals, causing an ephemeral, and celestial glow in the Throne room. The King basked in that shade, his unease slowly dying out when a sudden thud broke the silence in the throne room. His brows furrowed as he adjusted in his throne, footsteps echoing as a figure approached him. "What do you suppose you're doing, Redrick? This is not the time to disturb your King." Redrick Jafar, first son of Dugu Jafar walked out from the darkness, the moon's luminance causing an afterglow on his features. "It was a report of utmost importance. I assumed the King would have wished to know about it immediately." "A report?" The King raised a brow, a sigh escaping his lips. 'Perhaps this was the cause of my unease?' "What is it? Make it quick." "About ten years ago during my father's tenure, you had instructed him to send one of your people to the Academy to serve as a watchman for you." "Yes, I remember. Rahbanz was a crafty fellow, even more so than Michaelo. I needed a leash on him at the time. What about it?" He asked, a yawn escaping his lips, his disinterest palpable. "His auto-defence mechanism was activated a few moments ago." The King froze, his gaze narrowing at his statement. He rose up from his throne, his interest peaked immediately. "Are you saying he was caught?" "I am not smart enough to presume, but the Court Mages have confirmed his passing, and the source of it was the auto-defence mechanism." His brows furrowed, his unease palpable. 'The mechanism only activates when the safety of the Imperial Household is about to be breached.' His thoughts reeled in, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Perhaps it is time I pay him a visit. It has been long since I saw a last classmate."

Chapter 308 - 308- Festival 39- The Imperial Spy

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