Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection-Chapter 234: Arturo Cornelius

The atmosphere in the room subtly changed as the dukes exited. Anthony watched attentively as their eyes turned towards his father, Noah, whose gaze also met his in silent understanding. Noah wore an impeccable black suit, highlighted by a white tie, while behind him, his mother chatted animatedly with his brother, Emperor Gabriel.

Anthony’s mother, Esmeralda, with her characteristic gray eyes, radiated pride at seeing her son. She waved her hand in a warm gesture and smiled, her face illuminated by a sincere smile. Meanwhile, his mother stood out in a beautiful red dress that accentuated her elegance and distinction.

Anthony sighed internally, aware of the expectations weighing on him, but he responded kindly and with a smile to his mother.

Ema, his younger sister, also showed her support with a sweet smile and expressive gestures. Anthony exchanged a subtle glance with her, but soon his eyes met Alison’s, who watched him with a complicated expression. He knew that within her, numerous emotions stirred at this crucial moment.

Calmly, advancing towards her, Anthony could feel that Alison had already freed herself from the curse in her heart, breaking the shackles that her bloodline had placed upon her.

Alison, dressed in a snug purple dress that accentuated her curves, was undoubtedly the most sensual and attractive woman in the empire. However, the students present in the room showed no interest in her physical appearance. Their expressions were serious and solemn, in tune with the gravity of the moment.

Along with their parents, they stood up as the dukes entered, thus marking a gesture of respect and recognition.

Anthony also rose, holding Ema in his arms, who still clung to him with some reluctance. However, the girl finally ascended with satisfaction towards her older brother.

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The arrival of Emperor Gabriel was like the entrance of a colossus among mortals. Dressed in a gray suit that radiated authority, his mere presence seemed capable of splitting the world with a gesture of his hand. Every step he took was a dance of elegance and grace, imposing and majestic.

By his side, a figure that seemed to emanate light itself: Seraphine Benedetto, with her golden hair and eyes that recalled the sun in its full splendor. Her loving smile and white dress as pure as herself endowed her with an angelic appearance. The warmth radiating from her presence filled the hearts of all present, who received her with reverence as she took one of the three main seats.

Behind Seraphine stood a man whose imposing presence could not go unnoticed. Draven Ironforge, with his fierce expression and red shirt barely containing his vigorous physique, exuded a wild aura that made the hearts of those present beat intensely.

With his short wheat-blond hair and red eyes scrutinizing every corner of the room, his imposing figure surpassed two meters in height, imposing himself with a presence that could not be ignored.

The three swords of the empire occupied the three central seats at the table, generating an atmosphere charged with power around them, as if space itself were about to yield under their influence. My parents stood next to Seraphine, while Alison took her seat beside Draven. Once the nine dukes took their respective places, my eyes searched for the duke of the House of Snow, Fin Frostine.

Besides my curiosity about Elsa and her current state, I also wished to evaluate how far he had come in his development.

Just as the atmosphere seemed to settle, the door opened again, revealing the figure of Professor Athena. Her carefree smile and golden eyes shone as she recognized Draven and Noah, who, in turn, greeted her with a sigh of weariness. With her usual lack of attention to others’ expressions, Athena took a chair and sat next to Gabriel, whose discomfort was palpable.

Despite the emperor’s attempts to maintain composure, his internal sweating betrayed his nervousness. He clearly remembered the words he had said to Athena in their last encounter: "Tell me, Gabriel, what did you say last time?" she asked innocently, but the intensity of her innocent expression concealed a dangerous murderous intent.

Seraphine’s golden eyes lit up at seeing her friend, and with a warm smile, she invited her to speak: "Athena, come here, let’s talk a little." The professor nodded eagerly, momentarily ignoring Gabriel, who sighed with relief at the change of focus.

After Professor Athena’s entrance, another figure appeared in the room: Professor Crystal. Her nervousness was palpable, evidenced by her tense expression that reflected her discomfort in this type of social event. Unlike Athena, Crystal was more attracted to the comfort of her laboratory and the tranquility of her studies.

With a silver dress that complemented her hair and eyes of the same tone, she quickly walked to her seat, trying to hide her embarrassment under a cloak of haste and dissimulation.

Draven’s eyes rested on the young silver-haired woman, and a sense of satisfaction flooded him as he remembered how, years ago, she was just a naive girl. Now, she had become a mature and strong woman. He mentally nodded, acknowledging the growth and strength she had attained. His gaze briefly shifted to his son, who was sitting among some students.

Draven had in mind an idea he had been pondering for years, but he decided to remain silent for the moment, letting time and circumstances determine its execution.

After a few moments of tense silence, the door opened again, revealing the entrance of a man dressed entirely in black. His eyes, deep and serious like an abyss, along with his completely black hair and gaze, emitted an oppressive and mysterious aura. With over fifty years of age, his presence was imposing and resonated with undeniable authority.

The instant this man entered, the conversation between Athena and Seraphine abruptly stopped, and their expressions became serious, just like those of the other dukes, who adopted solemn postures.

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The director of the academy calmly advanced until he reached the main table, while the only perceptible sounds were those of his steps resonating in the room. His black eyes scanned his former students, and as he briefly nodded, a small smile curved his lips. "Everyone has grown very well," he affirmed with a serious voice, causing the dukes to slightly bow their heads in a sign of respect.

After all, the man in front of them was the most powerful in the empire, recognized as the main explorer of Zone 8. He had delved further into that territory than anyone else, and most notably, he was the first human to survive a confrontation against two of the deadly sins.

His legacy and experience infused a deep respect in everyone present but even more among the dukes; he taught them everything they are now.

"Arturo Cornelius," the being of Max-Sacred rank with years of life in the empire and at the same time the most active.