OLD-WORLD EXTRA

Chapter 279: Here We Go Again

Chapter 279: Here We Go Again

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"Truly..."

Judas spoke, closing his eyes, much like he once closed his mouth

"...Yes, truly."

His smile twisted even more as the stalemate came to an end.

"It has been nice to have met you, Emir."

He paused while reaching out, wanting to shake hands.

"I feel the same."

Emir accepted the gesture while nodding.

"Again, welcome to the academy, and I hope we have a bright year ahead of us."

"Of course... I just hope that our enemies won't attack any time soon."

A grin was shared between the two.

"Me too, Emir, me too."

Then suddenly, their smiling match was interrupted by someone's loud scream:

"You inbred bastard!"

'Ah, Rag...'

It seemed that his brother had arrived while he wasn't looking.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!"

Ragnar had his suit's collar held by Professor Four.

It was a ridiculous sight as the man tried to threaten someone who towered over him.

"Ha? You mad? Calling yourself pure when your parents are just into incest-"

Smack!

Professor Four slapped Ragnar across the face. Yet Ragnar didn't even flinch; the only thing that moved was his beard.

Ragnar spit on the ground then looked at the people around him with a blank face and asked: "I can hit back, right?"

Receiving no reply, his raised hand was about to crush the man's head in.

But just as it began to fall, three professors materialized before Professor Four...

And the room halted.

"Rag, calm down."

"You lanky shit, chill out or I'll kill you."

"Stay still and stop screaming. Everyone's gagging 'cause of your rancid impure breath."

One more professor, hidden away from the spotlight, had her right hand pointed at Ragnar's

own.

It was Morgiana.

"Listen to reason."

Although far away, her words easily reached them due to how quiet the room was. "Brother..."

Sad but angry eyes were trained on Emir, ignoring everyone but him.

"Why are you defending him?"

They were Ragnar's.

"MOTHERFUCKER CALLED ME A FALLEN ELITE!"

And he looked to be extremely wronged, pissed even, absolutely livid.

"THIS INBRED BASTARD THINKS I'M AN INBRED TOO!"

Emir snapped his head away, struggling to stop himself from laughing out loud.

It appeared that Ragnar was mad not at the fact that he was called a Fallen but at being

associated with the Elite themselves.

Everyone soon realized this.

And it caused mayhem to ensue.

"You dare?!"

"Say that again!"

"Calm down, you idiots."

"You don't deserve to be here!"

"What the hell are you guys on about?"

"Act like adults, gentlemen."

"Just who do you think you are?"

"Get the fuck out of here!"

"Take that impure peasant with you!"

'Ah shit... here we go again.'

"HA?!"

Ragnar snapped.

Truly snapped.

His Aether began to flood the room...

And a chuckling Emir stepped back.

He was not about to involve himself with a rampaging Warp Weaver.

Or worse... being in the crosshairs of two High Lords.

The last subrank of those Seraphim.

"Don't kill him, and good luck."

Leaving those words behind, Emir exited the room, with Morgiana quickly following behind

him.

"Hey, hey, how's it going?"

"Yo, it's been good. You?"

She giggled.

"Damn... You. Are. Dry~."

"Yeah, it's been one hell of a day; what can I say?"

"Oh, you messed up your first class?"

"No, didn't you hear the rumors?"

"I did, just making conversation."

"Hm, you don't need to do that with me."

Her feet didn't pause, but her smile did, almost turning into a frown.

"What do you mean?"

What Emir was about to say next was a gamble since he based his words on the novel...

"I'm saying that you shouldn't force yourself to act this way."

But he wanted to probe the reason for the change in character she would soon experience.

""

The Morgiana of the future wouldn't come from nothing after all.

"Now you're taking my words too literally-"

His joke was interrupted as she walked off with puffed cheeks.

"Hey, where you going?"

Emir followed after her, easily matching her speed.

"Answer me."

'Ah, I ain't got time for this.'

He let out a sigh while grabbing her shoulder and smashing it onto the wall.

"Oi, stop playing with me."

Her eyes threatened a rainfall of tears.

And just as he noticed that, his mouth fell agape, almost hitting the ground.

"You-"

"What do you know?"

Her cold words rang out, fitting the image of a Glacial Weaver.

"I... I've never... I wasn't like this before. I wasn't... cold."

'Wait...'

Emir grew suspicious.

'So her original personality really was this bubbly girl act that she always puts on?'

Yet, this was not the time for that.

He needed to calm her down first.

And the best method he came up with was his usual hug session.

Patting was to be included too.

Who would say no to that?

The prince was used to it working.

But he wasn't allowed the chance.

"No... I'm sorry."

She shoved his hand away and ran off.

"You don't need to be."

Emir could've easily caught her, but he didn't care enough to chase after her.

She was a grown woman, she could handle herself.

'Whatever...'

And besides he had more important things to do than worry about a crying acquaintance.

'I better go relax before tonight.'

He began to slowly walk in the same direction as her, heading to the elevator with his office as

his goal.

Meanwhile, his mind was busy calculating, thinking, and theorizing one of the said important

things.

The reason behind Morgiana's personality switch.

Such a massive shift in personality was extremely unusual.

Severe trauma wasn't involved, or so he assumed, as the novel didn't dive into her backstory.

That assumption came about due to her origin.

A prominent branch of the Blackwood family.

She lived well off, to say the least.

But then again, even if it was trauma, such a degree of change would still be abnormal.

Strange, odd, bizarre, irregular, curious...

Ting!

Simply out of the ordinary.

Yes, it certainly was not ordinary.

That meant a relationship between the change and the magical was possible.

In fact, it was more than possible but definite.

Ting!

'Hm... her specialization changed her.'

Emir came to that obvious conclusion.

The cold she cast affected her own heart.

A piece of herself changed while she treaded the Glacial Path.

'But why her? Only her?'

'Why not me? Lyra? Ragnar? Anyone else?'

His thoughts turned to those professors today.

While he didn't focus on their names and such, he did identify their personality types.

But he didn't find anyone going through something similar to Morgiana's situation.

'Or did they already go through it?'

They might've gone through 'it,' adjusted to 'it,' and then hid 'it' behind a mask.

And whatever 'it' was related to the Elite.

Only they knew of 'it.'

'Ly doesn't know so I'll have to do some more detective work...'

Ting!

'A few questions in the right places are bound to give me a few answers.'

The door to his office opened as it detected Emir approaching, the bracelet on his right hand

doing its job well.

'...Shit.'

Then, suddenly, he flinched as he moved closer to the door.

His feet paused. His eyes, mouth, and entire face were next to follow.

The same happened to his body.

Emir, with survival instincts ingrained in every fiber of his being, simply didn't dare to step

into the room without having his mind prepared.

After a trembling sigh escaped him...

'Damn, just what did they figure out?'

He stepped forward... slowly.

"Hi there~."

And he was welcomed by a smiling principal.

Amon.