Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 102: Julian Frostvine

Godwin Pendragon was a two-meter-tall man whose massive, muscular build evoked that of an elite warrior. His hair was a vivid red, like glowing embers. His eyes, amber with irises that recalled those of a reptile, froze anyone they looked at. On his bare chest, a tattoo with complex lines depicted flames.

As the sole heir of his lineage, he had already, at the age of fifteen, brutally eliminated all family competition.

Bearer of the Blessing of Seraph Michael, known as the Judgment, he commanded two forces: elemental fire and an arcane magic that allowed him to manipulate gravity itself. His combat art, the Judgment Flame, was as fearsome as his A- rank indicated.

He was uncompromising, absolutely arrogant, and demanded that everyone call him "The Pendragon". He saw himself as the voice of the Seraph, a divine incarnation among mortals, and considered others unworthy of sharing the burden of his power. He had no right-hand man, only subordinates, underlings he disposed of as he pleased. Anyone who sparked his interest had to submit; resistance was useless and ended in merciless crushing.

In the novel, he was one of the most important antagonists of the academy since he was the cousin of Kris Donoghan. He had given him a really hard time when the latter joined the Imperial faction.

A large screen was embedded in the wall facing him, silently broadcasting images of the main events happening at the Academy. His amber eyes settled on one of the scenes, where a young woman with feline ears was fighting with surprising agility.

"A half-beast at the academy is rather rare..."

A slow smile spread across his lips. The women at his sides held their breath, knowing all too well what that expression meant. Their master had seen something he liked.

Godwin pressed down on the head that was sucking his cock.

"Not bad, this half-beast," he said in a deep voice that echoed in the silence of the room.

His gaze never left the screen, following every rotation, every leap of the young woman.

He had already collected docile beauties. A creature as lively, as wild as this one would add a choice piece to his harem.

"In addition to my aunt’s son, Dyana Donoghan, there will be quite a few good recruits this year."

"Not like those only good for satisfying my Lust."

He slapped the ass of another naked woman.

"Go get into pairs. One alone can no longer satisfy me."

Everything worthy of interest belonged to him, sooner or later. That was the order of things, the very logic of his power. Kara had just placed herself, by her beauty and her strength, on the list of his future possessions. He slightly turned his head, the screen reflected in his motionless eyes.

"Yes, maybe I should take that other guy too?" he murmured, more to himself than to his companions.

"Call my secretary! The Pendragon wants a half-beast in his harem."

***

Two hours had already passed since the beginning of the exam...

The son of the useless Duke Frostvine, Julian, advanced through the clearing, the blade of his vine-shaped sword slightly raised. The metal reflected the sunlight.

His black hair fell perfectly onto his shoulders. His gray eyes calmly observed the surroundings. He had not yet hurried his pace. He was the protagonist’s friend and not only did this bastard have a handsome face, he was known to be very talented throughout the Alexandria Empire.

"Well..." he murmured, a thin smile on his lips. "A boring exam, if you ask me. At least there will be plenty of opportunities to meet girls."

He spoke in a low voice to himself. His mind remained focused on the environment. He knew exactly what he had to do. The forest where the trial was taking place was populated with monsters and candidates.

"The rules are simple: survive, eliminate, stay until the end. Well... I’m way too lazy to stay until the very end when there are only five students left, I’ll just leave."

Julian felt no pressure. He was the son of a duke allied with a legendary family and a B-rank warrior, well above most students. Plus a handsome face, the only pressure he had right now...

"Will I manage to seduce a dark elf?"

Indeed, this bastard, after having seduced a human, then an elf, now needed a black elf as a girlfriend. If Kaiser were there, he would probably say that he had undoubtedly inherited the cheating genes from his mother.

The sound of branches rustling drew his attention. Two silhouettes emerged from the vegetation, advancing cautiously. They were commoners, dressed in simple leather armors. D- rank warriors, Julian judged with a quick glance. He observed them, perfectly calm. They stared back at him, their faces marked with tense stiffness.

"Oh~ Two for the price of one..." he said with irony.

"I must admit I’m dazzled by your beauty! Could you be angels lost in these woods?"

’Their appearance is quite average. Whatever. As long as they’re alive, of age, and don’t have dicks...’

The two women exchanged a perplexed look. Who was this guy spouting such nonsense right in the middle of the exam? As commoners, they had allied to survive here and get noticed by an influential faction. They had no time to waste.

"What’s your name, milady? I’m Julian... Julian Frostvine. Eighteen years old, and rather well-built, if I may say so."

"Are you the son of Duke Frostvine?" one of them asked, wary.

"Hahaha! I see you’re well-informed, ladies. Yes, I’m the one and only Julian—"

"Let’s attack him together, Mira!" the second one cut in, more impulsive.

"Huh? Wait—"

But she had already leaped forward, her short sword pointed at Julian.

He let out a sigh while keeping his smile. His fingers lightly brushed the guard of his sword, ready to act.

<Frost Vine Art>

The air around him instantly grew cold. White mist exhaled from his blade, which took on a frosted glow. Julian surged forward. The commoner’s attack was quick, but her trajectory was too straightforward. With a fluid motion, his sword grazed the opponent’s shoulder, tearing her flesh with frost that spread like a spiderweb.

"Ah... Shit, he’s strong! Be careful!"

The woman retreated, surprised by the bite of the cold, but immediately attempted a second thrust. Julian spun on himself, dodging effortlessly, the hostile blade cutting only air.