Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls-Chapter 116: Princess...?

"Hello, Lyra." Kael smiled casually as he looked at the elf, as if the puddle of piss surrounding the cowardly and arrogant professor didn't exist.

Lyra stopped at the entrance of the arena and observed the scene for a moment. Klaus Blake, a renowned professor, was curled up on the ground, trembling, his dignity completely annihilated. The students around were in absolute silence, not daring to move or even breathe too loudly.

Then, Lyra let out a sigh.

Not just any sigh.

It was a sigh so heavy, so full of exhaustion and frustration, that the very arena seemed to tremble. The students instinctively shrank, cold sweat running down their backs just from hearing the sound.

Kael raised an eyebrow. Now that was intimidating.

"I really want to expel you, Kael Scarlet..." Lyra began, her voice carrying pure exhaustion. "So many problems caused in such a short time that my head is just..."

She paused for a moment and massaged her temples with both hands, taking a deep breath.

"... ABOUT TO EXPLODE, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

Her shout echoed through the arena like thunder.

The students recoiled as if a hurricane had just swept through them. Even those standing far away felt a shiver crawl down their spines.

Kael blinked and tilted his head slightly, impressed.

"Damn. Elves are usually so calm," he remarked, more to himself but loud enough to be heard.

Lyra stopped. Her body tensed.

Slowly, she turned her head to look at him, her eyes burning with barely contained fury.

"YOU SON OF A BIT—"

She abruptly cut herself off.

The students' eyes were all on her, watching intently, eagerly waiting to see if the "vice-director" would actually finish the sentence.

Lyra gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

Kael smirked, clearly enjoying himself.

"Sorry, I had to punish him," Kael said, casually pointing to the sword insignia on his uniform. "I was just doing my job."

Lyra's eyes narrowed. She started descending the bleachers, her steps firm and heavy.

The students in her path quickly shrank to the sides, averting their gazes as if their lives depended on it.

When she reached the center of the arena, her gaze fell upon Klaus Blake—the once arrogant professor who now trembled on the ground like a frightened rat.

She analyzed him with pure disdain, crossing her arms.

"Can you explain what happened?"

But she wasn't asking Kael.

Her eyes turned to Elizabeth, who was still sitting on the ground, a bit dazed by everything that had just happened.

The princess blinked a few times, still processing the scene, before finally taking a deep breath and letting it all out at once:

"THIS MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT ATTACKED ME, WANTED TO DO THIS BULLSHIT TEST, AND IF KAEL HADN'T STOPPED THIS FUCKING DISASTER, I COULD HAVE LOST AN ARM OR DIED, GODDAMMIT! WHAT KIND OF TEACHER DOES THIS TO THEIR OWN STUDENTS?!"

The silence that followed was absolute.

Lyra blinked slowly, as if her brain needed a moment to process the barrage of profanity she had just heard.

Kael, who had seen a lot in his life, still took a small step back, surprised.

Even the students in the stands were left speechless. Some even covered their mouths in shock, while others exchanged glances, as if they couldn't believe that Princess Elizabeth Borealis, daughter of the Emperor, had such an extensive and vulgar vocabulary.

The only sound in the arena was the pathetic dripping of Klaus Blake's urine on the floor.

Lyra, who was already dealing with a headache, now looked on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"…I…" She tried to say something, but stopped, pinching the bridge of her nose with two fingers.

Kael crossed his arms, looking at Elizabeth as if he were seeing an entirely new person.

"…I didn't know you could talk like that, Princess."

Elizabeth shot him a fierce glare, still trembling from the adrenaline.

"You think I'M gonna play nice after almost getting DISMEMBERED by this FUCKING BASTARD?! YOU THINK I HAVE TIME FOR THAT SHIT, KAEL?!"

"Alright, alright! I'm the heroic prince here!" Kael raised his hands in surrender, barely holding back a laugh.

Lyra closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

"I swear to the gods, I'm going to retire early…" she muttered before finally turning to Klaus Blake, who was still on the ground, shaking and drenched in piss.

"Do you have anything to say about this accusation?" she asked, her voice now cold and sharp.

Klaus opened his mouth, but no words came out. He could only tremble, trapped between absolute fear and total humiliation.

Lyra looked at Klaus Blake, her eyes as cold as the void of space. Her gaze didn't carry hatred or anger—just absolute contempt, as if he were an insignificant insect not even worth the effort of being crushed.

The silence in the arena was deafening.

The disgraced professor trembled, his eyes wide as he desperately tried to form an excuse, a plea, but his throat only produced choked noises.

Then, Lyra sighed.

A calm, slow… almost disappointed sigh.

And then—

BANG!

Before anyone could even blink, her foot shot out like a whip, and the impact struck Klaus Blake's face with indescribable violence.

The grotesque crack of breaking bones echoed through the arena.

Klaus's body was simply erased from the ground as if it had never been there. He became a blur of flesh and bone, launched through the air at high speed.

When he collided with the wall on the other side of the arena, it wasn't just an impact.

It was an explosion.

The entire wall cracked before simply imploding inward, a monstrous crater forming at the point of impact. Dust and debris flew everywhere, and a deep rumble shook the ground like an earthquake.

Klaus's body didn't stop immediately. His skull ricocheted off the shattered rock, and he collapsed onto the ground at an unnatural angle, his limbs twisted in directions they were never meant to go.

Every bone in his body had been shattered.

His ribs looked like a pile of broken twigs piercing his own chest. His left leg was bent backward, torn skin exposing bloodied fragments of white bone. His right arm had been crushed like a rotten fruit, muscles and nerves reduced to a misshapen pulp.

Blood streamed down in rivulets, pooling beneath what remained of his body.

Klaus Blake didn't scream.

He couldn't.

The shock and pain had plunged him into a state of mute agony, his eyes blinking weakly as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened.

The silence in the arena was so absolute that if a pin had dropped, it would have sounded like thunder.

The students were pale, sweating cold, some already on their knees struggling to breathe. Many had instinctively backed away, distancing themselves as if afraid they'd be next.

Elizabeth, who had just been cursing like a convict, now simply stared at the scene, speechless.

Kael raised his eyebrows.

"Well... shit." He murmured, letting out a low whistle.

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Lyra cracked her neck and then dusted off her hands as if she had just taken out the trash.

"Done." She said, her voice calm, as if she hadn't just turned a human being into a pile of shattered bones and useless flesh.

"Well... I won't let him die just yet." Kael said as he walked toward the nearly-dead professor. "Heal." He commanded and...

[Basic Heal] was used on the target, but…

[Skill level is too low to heal the target.]

"Hm?" Kael looked at the message.

It was the first time the System had ever denied him something.

Looking at Klaus Blake, his body was a mess of torn flesh and crushed bones. His legs were bent in grotesque angles, his jaw was dislocated, and his eyes—though still open—were unfocused and glazed over, trembling slightly.

Kael wasn't a specialized healer, but he knew that even weak healing magic should at least stabilize someone on the verge of death.

So why wasn't it working?

"How interesting..."

Umbra's voice whispered in his mind, laced with amusement.

"He is damaged beyond what your magic can restore. His bones aren't just broken, Kael... They've turned to dust. His organs aren't just injured... They've imploded."

Kael raised an eyebrow.

So that was it?

Klaus Blake wasn't just wounded. He was destroyed. His body had gone beyond the point of recovery through normal methods.

Lyra crossed her arms and scoffed.

"I warned you my patience was running thin."

Kael looked at her, then back at Klaus, before shrugging.

"Well, now we have a problem."

"We have no problem at all," Lyra said coldly. "Trash has been discarded. Simple."

Kael looked at Klaus again. He was still breathing—weakly, irregularly, a wet, broken sound escaping his throat.

He was conscious.

He could still feel everything.

Kael observed the scene for a moment, then turned to Lyra.

"And now?"

She gave him a humorless smile.

"Now, we call the cleaners. This piece of shit has already served its purpose."

The silence in the arena became even more suffocating.

The students watched the scene, many unsure how to react. Some were shocked. Others, secretly relieved.

And Klaus Blake, lying in his pool of blood and urine, could do nothing but tremble as the darkness slowly swallowed him whole.