The early afternoon’s rays shone through the crystal sky of Aethermoor and reflected on the training yard.

Levi stood there like a changed man while leaves slowly passed by him when a warm wind waved through his hair.

Countless female students of the academy stood at his front with their charming eyes locked on the massive iron bulletin board.

’What at all is making them pitch their asses toward me?’ Levi lowered his gaze to his gigantic shaft throbbing in his trousers.

When he raised his eyes, golden beams from the sun reflected on the tight ass section of the ladies, where some had their cameltoes slightly showing. ’Damn, I can’t rest my mind just like I wanted.’

He sighed once, then moved forward. He licked his lips with every ass he looked at and pictured himself pounding it without even bothering to look at the person’s face. ’It will be a lovely day if they all come to me and say: do us.’

He stopped when he saw the elegant script inscribed on the bulletin board.

’By the Order of the Sovereign Council, the Mid-Term Combat Assessment has been moved to this Friday.’ His eyebrow raised. ’WHY?’

He focused on the second script with bolded text as if it was a warning for the men and a peaceful enjoyment label for the ladies of Aethermoor.

’Special Announcement. Really?’ Levi laughed shallowly then shook his head the second he saw Clara’s name. ’They must be kidding.’

He moved a step forward and stood right behind the big ass and heavy breasted ladies that seemed to be naked even with their combat gear on.

’The top student of the freshmen, Clara Fontaine has challenged the utility assistant Levi Sirius to a formal public Aether duel to test the validity of his core.’

Levi let out a faint laugh. "She can’t be kidding. Well, it’s her call, I don’t deny challenges."

Two ladies standing nearby moved a step forward and narrowed their gazes at his face, as if confirming something they already knew. ’Is he the utility assistant? If not, why is he not part of the men cleaning the washrooms and the kitchen?’

Levi saw them watching but pretended not to see them and kept his shoulders relaxed. He read the remaining notice, before moving away.

Stakes: If Levi Sirius loses, he will be stripped of his status and handed over to the Disciplinary Ward for them to extract his core. And also banish him from Aethermoor to the Neverland.

’Did the amplification of Clara’s curiosity drive her to madness?’ Levi stopped when he reached a crimson bench placed right at the edge behind the ladies. ’Let me spice up my vision with their back beauty before I even go and give her my cock. I know that’s what she’s craving to have but doesn’t have the right words for it.’

He leaned his head on the upper section of the bench and crossed his hands to his chest. Just as he closed his eyes, a sharp voice lanced through the training yard and forced his eyes to open.

"Trash! Do you think this is the place for low-tiers like you?" Clara screamed. She walked out of the crowd, wearing silver combat gear with a beautiful, glowing silver longsword at her side.

Her face remained pale as if she had been deprived of sleep, while dark circles framed under and above her eyes.

Around her were her four noble followers. Two had long brown hair and charming eyes that seemed to break Levi’s mind if he stared at them twice. While another had an hourglass shape with extremely big breasts that shimmered under the crystal sun’s rays.

Levi crossed his legs and kept his eyes locked on Clara. ’What’s her current status now?’

The blue panel appeared with a soft chime while Levi kept shifting glances at Clara’s followers while licking his lips.

[Current Status of Clara Fontaine: Borderline Deranged.]

[Her Desire Level has risen to 90%.]

[Desire Profile: She wants you to defeat her publicly so she can justify submitting to a male servant.]

’So, she still hasn’t accepted I’m not like their so-called Servant but their incoming Lord and master savior?’ Levi nodded when Clara stopped before him. ’Her followers are ripe and need to be harvested.’

Sharp air kept on gushing out of Clara as she folded her hands to her chest and began tapping her boots on the ground. "Hey. You shouldn’t have accepted the challenge."

She moved a step back and placed her hand on the hilt of her sword when Levi uncrossed his legs and made an attempt to stand up.

"Relax, beautiful," Levi said in a calm voice and smiled at her. "It’s not yet time to draw your weapon. Maybe you wouldn’t even need a weapon when the time comes."

The followers exchanged confused glances and threw more hitched expressions at the accused enemy of their leader. ’Who the hell does he think he is to talk that way to Clara Fontaine?’

Mable, the brown-haired and eyed lady hissed and shook her head. ’She is the top freshman and the strongest. She can kill him with just a single swipe of her sword.’

Her cameltoe between her legs pulsed when she shifted her stance, her heavy, soft breasts pumping upward.

Clara closed her eyes and released her grip on the hilt of her sword, then cracked her eyes open. "On Friday, I will strip you naked and let every member of the Aethermoor country know of your dirty secrets."

Levi took a step forward and locked a cold gaze on her which made two of Clara’s followers step back in fear. "Okay."

He stopped and raised his left arm’s index and ring fingers. "I look forward to fighting you with these fingers, Clara."

He shifted his gaze slightly toward Mable, the brown-haired-and-eyed follower of Clara, then smiled. "Make sure you wear your best underwear. Because when I knock you down, everyone is going to see exactly who you belong to."

A sudden shot of wet heat soaked Clara’s trousers as she gasped at his words. Her followers formed a circle around her as they buckled up quickly. She and her followers fled the training yard with red, burning faces.

The second Levi turned his gaze forward, he saw Lilith Orin, the Saintess, standing on the balcony of one of the elite high spires. Her golden hair danced in the air as a gust of wind flew upward and slammed on her flushed face.

Beside her, Lyra stood there wearing her midnight-blue armor. Both of them fixed a fierce expression at him, as if they wanted to discipline him themselves, but didn’t have the right words or tongue to report.