My Gluttony System: I Devour God-Tier Talents-Chapter 48: Director Vaughn

The atmosphere around the Hall was buzzing. The anticipation and excitement of the previously concluded qualifier matches migrated here.

The ground shattering matches, displays of intelligence even from the first-year students.These displays would linger in memories for months. Students and instructors alike.

They were all gathered in the conference hall, where the variety of first years and older students interacted. Arguing, chatting, eating small chops and laughing while waiting for the director of the foundation.

The director was still a mystery to the first years. Too busy to address their orientation and unavailable for the evaluation exercises.

To the older students. The director was someone that was worth abandoning all they hoped to do in the day for. This decision was irrespective of race or status and definitely by choice.

The man of the moment Kyrie, was at the back of the room. His white hair betrayed his attempts at anonymity at every turn.

Several hours had gone by since the end of the combat qualifiers and yet eyes still lingered and clung on him at intervals.

Kyrie wasn’t so uncomfortable but wouldn’t say he was comfortable either. His heart beating harder on his chest anytime he caught the lady at the other end staring.

Her onyx eyes held more weight than every other gazes or attention in the room. Under their watch Kyrie became sweaty.

His Psyche Resonance filled the hole of his curiosity with even more questions. He didn’t sense malice, nor admiration from her. Just her need to understand him. It was quite unsettling.

Attempting to take his mind off her, Kyrie glanced at Milo, who was beside him still keeping to himself with expression contorted. His eyes were erratic and his usual nervous energy wasn’t there. This was something else. It was worry.

"You, Okay mate? " 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Voice soft and mirroring Milo’s accent. Snapping Milo back to reality.

The boy’s erratic eyes mellowed, his breathing still a little high like his blood pressure was spiking just a few seconds ago.

"I’m fine, just some issues, but nothing I can’t handle mate"

Adjusting himself, swapping glances with Kyrie. He was still thinking how he could balance between his housing and feeding.

"If you say so mate "

Milo nodded softly before bringing his hand to his face, taking off some cake crumbs that still attached themselves to the edges of his lips. He was definitely stress eating while on his way here.

"Do you think. He would show this time ?"

Kyrie rose an eyebrow while he looked to his side.

"Who?"

"The Director?"

"I’m not sure. I missed the orientation anyways. " Answering while he shrugged.

Milo, who had snapped out of worry. Returned to his default settings again in no time.

The chatter and buzz came to an abrupt pause when the doors of the hall flung open dramatically.

A woman dressed as official as possible with a black suit walked in. A pocket watch in hand while her steps resounded with marbled floors.

All eyes fell on her and if one looked close enough. There was a twitch in her fingers that balled into a fist before being released.

"—Ahhh " Kyrie’s voice was inaudible. The sounds caught in his throat while his eyes widened.

This must have been a dream. He rubbed against his eyes with both hands and yet he didn’t wake up.

That was definitely Desirae. Her undeniable purple eyes, white hair, and compelling steps were evidence enough.

What a joke... he spoke inwardly.

"She is the director." One voice came from the back while everyone began straightening up.

"That must be the infamous Director Vaughn."

Kyrie’s ears tingled while he instinctively pulled away. He looked to his side to see Milo whose warm voice intruded his ears as a whisper.

"Hey– you "

" Sorry." Milo apologised immediately. He recognised he might have startled his friend.

Desirae slowly braced the podium with her presence. Hands behind her back locked together tightly as she cleared her throat slightly.

Let’s get this over with. Something cool and inspiring. You can do this.

Desirae’s inner voice was going rampant. No matter how many times she does public speaking. It was always difficult at the beginning.

Her eyes searched through the crowd desperately and immediately found her target.

Kyrie

His expression was difficult to digest but it was certainly calling Desirae a sly witch. This brought her more calm than all the pep talks at the back.

She gave him a smile before winking at him.

She mounted the podium fully. Actual authority In her steps now. While her hands came forward on the pulpit.

"Good evening everyone"

"You must be thinking who is she? Let me show you"

Her soft and melodic voice pulled off the tension in the room like a wrapper off a cake.

"I am Desirae Vaughn. And I will be overseeing your journey for the duration of your stay here in the Foundation."

The students remained quiet. Enthralled by her soft and calm authority.

Desirae continued, her tone unwavering.

"To my first years. You’ve proven your strength today. But strength alone does not make a psion worthy of this institution."

*Oh, here we go. The speech.* Crimson eyes rolled in the background.

"This Academy was founded to unite psions from all realms. Stria, Vishia, Virota, Batuzah."

Her gaze sweeping across the room as she spoke. Acknowledging the diversity.

"Here at the foundation , your origin does not define you. Neither does your power but the character and manner that you wield that power."

This sparked reactions in the students in the form of muzzled murmurings across the room.

"A-HEM"

Desire raised her right hand in a calming gesture and the brewing storm subsided instantly.

Whether it was new or old. There was something about her aura that commanded respect from everyone.

That’s Authority. Kyrie acknowledged.

"Your days here would not be defined by your birthright, but by merit.

Not by the Reserve you were born with, but by the strength you create from it."

She paused. Her right hand came down. Eyes possessing a blood curdling focus.

"You will be defined by your choices "

There was a sudden shift in the atmosphere. It was uncomfortable for some and a sigh of relief for others. Some were skeptical while others were intrigued.

Desirae’s calm and brilliant eyes didn’t waver. Only her countenance shifted with the warmth of a smile as if teasing her crowd to let what she said sink in.

Contrary to the warmth of her eyes. Her tone grew cold seemingly affecting the temperature of the room itself.

"We do not tolerate weakness. But we also do not tolerate cruelty. And if you abuse your power, you will answer to me."

This wasn’t a threat but a declaration. One that came from a Sovereign. Every student in the hall felt it. The older students fully aware. The first years twitching nervously.

Kyrie almost smirked. *There it was. The "I’ll destroy you if you fuck this up" energy.

They should be afraid. Very afraid.

Desirae controlling the flow of the hall continued after another short pause.

"For those of you who believe you’re entitled to success and those who believe you are too weak to compete."

Her tone softening slightly now.

"You are wrong."

Kyrie’s nearly burst a vein.

*She’s good. This chumps are definitely eating off her hand now.*

"The foundation is open for you to prove yourselves. Every day. Every class. Every mission Is a chance to prove your nobility is not by name but by heart. Power is earned not handed"

She allowed the words sink in longer this time. All students looking at eachother while nodding.

"Classes begin tomorrow. Prove me right"

The hall erupted into applause. Students clapping out of respect while others out of fear but most were out of admiration.

Desirae waved, a smile on her face and a quick glance at Kyrie almost like you didn’t see that coming, did you?

Kyrie nodded in silent admiration. Eyes soon swept across the hall searching for the black haired woman that watched him but she’d vanished.

What did she want? He pondered.

"I’ll just have to find out " he chorused to himself joining in on the applauses for Desirae.