Heaven's Greatest Professor

Chapter 143: Weapon Master

Kiara left after getting more advice from her mentor. While Warden had been blatantly hurtful with his truths, June managed to make her understand the essence behind everything.

"We make a good team of good cop and bad cop," Warden said after June closed to door, saying goodbye to her mentee.

"What's a cop?" she asked. reading-here-on-MVLeMpYr

"Huh?" Warden frowned, wondering about the word. "It's like a law enforcer, I guess, but different. I don't think we have those here."

He blinked a couple of times and did not think too much about it. "So, you got school?" Warden asked.

She nodded. "And you need to leave for the front lines soon."

"I won't be able to see you for six months, huh," Warden sighed and wrapped his arms around her. June protested a little in the beginning, but then let her form embrace him softly.

"Hmm, it's only about a couple of weeks for me," she said.

"I'll call you if I manage to get out of the rift," he said, nuzzling her head, his chin over her shoulder.

"Don't act too rashly when you're there," June said. "The rift is ancient, littered with forbidden places, which can even cause deaths of gold rankers."

"I'll be careful," He brushed her hair. "Now, before you leave, how about a goodbye kiss?"

"So, you are only waiting for that, huh?" June snorted, but she returned the kiss when Warden leaned forward.

Warden only ended the kiss when she was breathless, wondering how much he'd miss kissing her in the time of his service on the front lines.

***

With June in the academy, there was no one sending him off when he entered the warp gate. The ancient teleportation formation lit instantly and sent Warden to an unfamiliar place with a broken sky.

This wasn't the rift, just the outer fringe of it. Even still, the broken sky with layers of thick storm clouds was enough to send a chill down one's spine. There was a heaviness in the air as well, the natural light being somewhat shallow with the broken sky.

As Warden was checking out his surroundings, someone nudged him hard on the back. Of course, it was more like a push, but with his Void Vanquishing Physique, the person barely managed to nudge him.

"Go register yourself in the administration," the person growled.

Warden gave the fellow—a middle-aged man in military uniform—a look and complied, moving towards the office building. The facilities around here were all built for efficiency, not for luxury, probably because they have to move around the place a lot.

"Name?" repeated the woman at the table of registration when it was Warden's turn.

"Warden."

"Full name," this time the woman asked harder, though still didn't lift her head from the stacks of paper and notebooks.

"Warden," he repeated.

The woman lifted her head and shot a narrowed look as if that told them he needed to think twice before messing around. Warden returned her gaze with a level look, saying he wasn't messing around.

She muttered some curse under her breath and continued with the proceedings. "Class?"

Warden thought for a second to add, "Weapon Master."

The woman lifted her head again. "Your class is Weapon Master?" she sounded incredulous. "Master class in Iron rank, who are you fooling, boy?"

Perhaps I really shouldn't be playing around, he thought. But he couldn't say he didn't have a class either. It wasn't about it being a secret, but more about her not believing him. So, the only choice was to double down on his choice. After all, he knows how to use at least two weapons, and a master in one.

He could even create weapons.

Warden raised his index finger and materialised his intent on it. The woman at the table still didn't seem to see it. He sighed and sent that intent hurtling towards the wall behind her. It left a gaping hole in it, causing the woman to spin immediately.

"What the fuck was that?!" she growled.

"Well, you seemed like someone who'd like a demonstration," he said, smiling half-heartedly.

"Ask before you make a hole in the building," she admonished. "Rank is Iron, Affiliation?"

"Hmm, The Third Arcane Academy. Dragonforge," Warden added. He wanted to name Jason's guild, which they were planning to make together, but he couldn't remember the horrible name Jason came up with.

She asked a few more questions about the affiliation, and anything else he would like to add, when he didn't, she began her work.

"Wait a couple of minutes," she said and checked with her instruments and notebooks to finally hand him a token. A crystallised thick badge-like token. "You're drafted to the Sixteenth Infantry Division. Meet up with the officer in charge there and they will appoint you to your team."

Warden nodded. "Umm, what is this?" he lifted the crystal token she had given him.

"That is to calculate your military exploits; it has all your details registered," she said. "Off you go now, Weapon Master."

***

June came back home early after finishing her job at the academy. Of course, Warden had already left, so she could only spend the time doing her own thing. Cooking didn't take long, nor did eating. The food was great, but it felt mellow eating alone.

She trained her abilities a little and finally decided to clean up her apartment.

Which was where she finally came across a problem. She was unable to find the bedsheet and blanket Warden promised to wash anywhere in her quarters. Even after searching all over her wardrobes, every nook and cranny of her apartment, she couldn't find them.

"I swear if he has some funny ideas with them," she grunted, "I will..."

Worse, her panty—the very one she wore last night during their intimacy, the one she soiled under Warden's relentless work on her—joined the list of missing articles.

June gritted her teeth, her cheeks painted in a faint blush.

"Just you wait," she muttered. "This is not over."

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