The Demon Monarch System

Chapter 372 - Returning A Lost Son

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Sylvester's eyes widened with frustration because of Apollo's blatant disregard for their status. 'A-Absurd! Where is the respect for his superiors? We shouldn't tolerate this type of behavior from any of the younger generation. If so, they'll think it's okay to trample upon us.'

Besides Sylvester, based on a few other's expressions, it could be seen that Apollo's behavior wasn't exactly appreciated. However, Apollo didn't acknowledge their discontent. On the contrary, the longer he waited, the thinner his patience became. And, should he lose all patience, then the occupants of this room were bound to lose their life.

Noticing the palpable tension in the room, Geneva coughed and took control of the momentum, "If I were to entertain your idea, tell me, how would we enact your plans with you gone?"

"The same way I've always operated. The other person was once my enemy, so there is no favor from my side. If I wish it, I'll threaten their lives as I see fit. And, perhaps their family as well," Apollo responded in a lighthearted tone as if this matter was no issue for him.

Upon hearing this, however, a few of the administrators in the conference room scoffed. For one, his claims were too grand for his inconsequential presence. No matter how much talent he held, it was foolish to believe one person could combat an entire Great Family.

"Heh, you'll be pulverized the moment you set foot on their territory." A seated man in school robes with an almost thin looking physique and well-kept black hair snorted. Once this was mentioned, a few other administrators voiced their opinion.

However, their momentary lapse in judgment seemed to affect their recollection of the situation. This time, Apollo dropped his hand, allowing Fuhrer to act as he pleased.

Shing!

A metallic cry was heard after experiencing Fuhrer's near imperceptible quick-draw. After the sound appeared the room grew quiet. For a moment, the source was unknown, but then the same administrator released a hysterical scream.

"Ahhh! My arm. My armmmm!"

From his shoulder down, his entire was missing. In fact, as they looked at Fuhrer behind Apollo, they noticed the arm in his grasp. Though this type of wound could be easily reattached with the respective healing technique, that would be difficult to perform now. 

To impart a lesson, Fuhrer incinerated the arm before their very eyes. Now, they would think twice about infuriating the silent entity behind Apollo with their thoughtless words.

Meanwhile, Geneva trembled as the majesty of the Hellfire danced in her eyes. Her hand fell towards her wounded torso while clutching her shirt with apparent desire. Fortunately, with everyone focused on the missing arm, no one took noticed of this ensemble.

Well, no one except for Apollo, who smiled faintly.

"The next infraction of you mouthing off will result in the utter loss of life. Try me if you don't think my words are authentic," Fuhrer spat coldly while panning his gaze over the room.

While this happened, Geneva calmed down her seething desires before speaking up, "Okay, okay. Don't get out of hand. Let's resolve this calmly. There is no need for violence. How about we just choose to go with your plan? Does that soothe your anger, or whatever emotion you're feeling at this moment?"

Right before Apollo could respond, Sylvester twitched, unable to contain his opinion, "Although his words were crude, Ren is right. Stepping to the Great Family's front door is absurd! That's basically welcoming death. Not to mention, threatening the academy would be even worse. There's no way to rectify that!"

Under Sylvester's fervent rejection of the idea, Geneva could only frown helplessly. This situation was truly turning into a headache.

"I guess it's not you who holds the authority in this situation," Apollo muttered in a derisive tone. Afterward, enormous shadow separated from his body before forming into the appearance of Valac, Jorgun, Zarkath, Furcas, and finally Typhir. 

In response, everyone jumped back from their startling appearance.

"What the hell?! Are those Spirit. Are you fucking joining me? Does this kid really have 6 Spirits?! How can a body contain 6 of them?!" Rezar exclaimed. This situation bewildered with. Much 6 Spirit, there had never been a person to contract 3 Spirits successfully!

Yet, in their eyes, Apollo managed to double this number. At a glance, this might seem to be calamitous for his body, but Geneva took notice of something very odd.

'This was an effortless summoning. No strain, no portal. These Spirits must have formed the highest link with Apollo. But that doesn't make any sense. His current power should even outclass the second years, yet he has so many links to maintain…'

Geneva bit her fingernail while continuing to ponder this situation. However, a few moments in, she remembered her experience with Fuhrer. 'Wait… if they are the same as the thing behind Apollo, then perhaps they aren't Spirits. What did they call themselves again? Demons, was it? Just how scared should I be of this situation?'

"You were saying? I have an army of my own. One with unquestionable loyalty, unlike the morals of the people I've experienced thus far. Each and every one of the students here are prone to becoming backstabbers. So, I have no reason to rely upon," Apollo answered before staring directly into Sylvester's eyes.

Without flinching, he continued, "Anything else you would like to say? You may choose to go up against any one of them if you choose to."

Anyone could see Apollo was inciting Sylvester to make a foolish move. However, as someone who valued respect over all else, Sylvester found it hard to refrain from retaliating. In this case, the typically irrational Rezar was the voice of reason.

"Don't. Just by sensing their emanations, you can tell these Spirits are unquestionably strong and of the dark element. With these two things coupled together, they're most likely a terrible enemy to face. Not to mention, when has a human ever gone up against a Spirit and prevailed?"

Sylvester understood Rezar's logical words, but then something else clicked. "He has. He has gone up against a Spirit and prevailed. If he can do so, why can't the time change? There's obviously room for change."

Noticing that Sylvester was losing his rational mind, Robyn intervened, "Don't. You'll just worsen the citation."

"Robyn's right.. Don't do anything unnecessary," Geneva commented. At the same time, he held her own thoughts. 'Besides, Apollo is no longer human. Comparing yourself will only invite trouble to yourself.'

"I presume you've chosen to opt for my decision? If so, perhaps there is someone who will eventually be of help to you," Apollo answered before snapping his finger. A message entered each of his subordinate minds causing them to disappear, leaving only Apollo in the room.

At first, the others didn't know how to perceive this action, but Apollo's next words were unusual. "I may have control over them, but should they lose their composure this whole academy ground may be at risk. So, I suggest you stay in line."

"A-" Sylvester wanted to respond, but Geneva interjected quickly.

"Quiet," Geneva commanded while looking at Apollo with a solemn expression.

Consequently, Apollo continued with a faint smirk, "Consider these items my gift. And, is the Umbra Night Institute open?"

"Not at this moment. Everything has been closed to prevent infiltration from the Great Families," Geneva answered.

"Well, I'll just open it myself then," Apollo responded before disappearing into shadowy wisps.

Even after his disappearance, no one dared to speak, just in case Apollo was still in the room. After all, there were some techniques that erased one's presence while retaining the same location.

Unlike the rest, Robyn didn't really carry an opinion on the matter. He merely approached the pile before singling out a cerulean ring with white etchings. Out of the entire pile, this was the only item to resonate with him. Obviously, this was the item Apollo mentioned earlier.

Just touching the ring made his cultivation base quiver! Compared to the others in the room, his mood was many times better. Regardless of how they advanced, the Vermillion Night Academy seemed to be in a losing position.

Geneva sighed before reclining in her chair. The predicament weighed heavily on her mind. Even if they wished to give up Apollo, after the revelation of all those Demons, Geneva understood that he was by no means helpless.

Not to mention his horrid aura. 

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Meanwhile, Apollo flew over the campus while monitoring the movements of his Demons. Each of them converged at the position of the Umbra Night Institute as per his directions.

Seconds later, Apollo landed before its grandiose door before placing his palm against his. His special identification card slid into the groove. However, a mechanical voice declined access.

As a result, Apollo relied upon Fuhrer.

Zweut!

His sword split open a portal, bypassing the door guarding the institute. Subsequently, another portal opened up, except Apollo pulled Erebane from inside. Compared to before, he wasn't as pale and his thin frame regained some of its vigor.

'I guess being the offspring of a Primordial has its benefits. While incomparable to that Goliath, he seems to be healing nicely. 

"Are you ready to meet the one who requested your safety? I'm sure he can't wait to meet you," Apollo remarked before entering the portal.

Instead of being greeted by corridors, Apollo and the rest arrive directly before the Umbryonic Source Orb. In light of their arrival, the orb expanded to welcome them all. 

Of course, the first to enter was Erebane after Apollo's shove.

Afterward, Apollo entered followed closely behind by his followers.

Instantly, Apollo was greeted by the sight of two figures who had gone through an excessive change. So much so, Apollo was wordless for a moment. 'Perhaps I should have tried to absorb the legacy of Destrys.'