Villain Is on Vacation

Chapter 100 Abnormalities

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In the early morning...

Kevin was organizing his teaching materials before heading to the classroom, as he always did.

Additionally, he had requested the human management team to prepare and survey the dungeon located on the Academy's campus.

As he was about to leave his office, he received an urgent call from the management office.

He felt perplexed, as it was almost time for his lecture, and he disliked being late.

However, he had no choice but to respond to the call, so he promptly headed towards the management office on foot.

"Let's see who is the imbecile that called me at this time urgently," Kevin murmured slowly.

He strode down the long hallway, his footsteps quick and purposeful, though to any onlooker it might have appeared as if he were moving at a leisurely pace.

Kevin was a skilled swordsman, and he had spent countless hours perfecting his footwork technique to the point that he could employ it without conscious thought.

After a brief interval, he arrived at the entrance to the management office. He rapped his knuckles against the door three times, waiting for a response.

*Knock*

*Knock*

*Knock*

After that, the door swung open of its own accord.

Any other person might have been taken aback and attempted to discern who or what had caused it to open, but Kevin was not like most people.

Not a hint of surprise or curiosity appeared on his typically cold face.

Upon entering the management office, Kevin observed a gathering of around a dozen individuals, with only one person seated while the rest were standing.

The standing figures were presumably the instructors of each respective class, such as those for Class A, Class B, and so forth.

Despite the evident desire of the professors in attendance to exchange pleasantries with Kevin, he paid them no heed and instead directed his attention to the solitary figure occupying a seat.

The management office was a spacious room, illuminated by a series of overhead panels that emitted a soft, white glow.

The walls were made of a metallic alloy, giving the room a futuristic feel without appearing too ostentatious.

The desk at which the seated figure was positioned was sleek and minimalistic in design, crafted from a smooth black material that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it.

The chairs arranged around the room for the standing professors were similarly styled, with curved contours and clean lines.

In the center of the room stood a large, circular console, its surface adorned with a series of blinking lights and illuminated displays.

This console appeared to be the hub of the office's technological infrastructure.

"Why did you call us at this time?" Kevin asked. 

Although many individuals might have deemed Kevin's behavior to be impolite, none of the professors standing in the management office evinced any surprise. Such interactions were a routine occurrence for them. 

"Hey, what's the rush? It's been ages since we've seen each other. Why don't we relax and enjoy some tea and snacks?" With these words, the man gestured for Kevin to take a seat.

Upon hearing this, Kevin felt a wave of irritation wash over him. "As the Vice-Headmaster of this academy, such a lackadaisical attitude ill-befits you."

"Hmm? But aren't we also brothers? Can't we spend some leisurely time together, my adorable little brother?" The man's words were punctuated by a smirk, eliciting a further reaction from Kevin.

The individual occupying the seat was none other than Alex Brownie, the eldest son of the Brownie family and a descendant of one of the 10 Great Commanders.

He was also Kevin's older brother and held the position of Vice-Headmaster at the academy.

Alex had grey hair that was neatly styled and complimented his black eyes.

He wore a pair of round spectacles that rested on his sharp nose, giving him an intellectual appearance.

Though he looked like a serious guy, his friendly demeanor made him approachable.

His chiseled jawline and defined cheekbones added to his handsome appearance. Though he had some muscles, he didn't look too buffed.

Overall, he had a well-groomed and confident aura around him.

"This is hardly the time for frivolity. Please see to your responsibilities and refrain from tarnishing the Academy's or our family's reputation," Kevin intoned in a frigid tone, imbuing his words with a subtle air of threat to communicate to Alex that further insolence would not be tolerated.

"Alright, alright, you're still as rigid and obstinate as ever," Alex replied, waving his hand dismissively to dispel Kevin's killing intent with little effort.

For Alex, it was like swatting a fly. Piece of cake.

Following his victory gesture, Alex received no reaction from Kevin, who remained impassive as ever.

Realizing that he was wasting his time, Alex cleared his throat and prepared to get to the point.

"Ahem...ahem...I called you all here to report something," he began.

Just as Alex was about to continue, a professor from Class B interrupted him with a question.

"And what might that be?" she inquired. The professor was a stunning beauty, and many had a crush on her.

However, as she hailed from one of the 10 Heroic Families and was exceptionally talented, most people found it difficult to approach her.

"Miss Caryle, please be patient and let the Vice Headmaster continue his presentation," said a professor from Class A, his voice dripping with haughtiness.

He appeared much older than everyone else in the room.

Caryle simply shrugged her shoulders, replying with a dismissive "Okay, old man." The professor from Class A felt a twinge of bitterness upon hearing this, but he knew there was nothing he could do.

After all, the age difference between him and Caryle was simply too vast. While he was nearly 70 years old, Caryle was just a fresh graduate of the academy.

Charlotte Caryle was a stunning beauty with striking features. She stood at around 5'7" with a slim, yet athletic build.

Her long crimson hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, drawing attention to her slender neck and elegant posture.

Her eyes were a piercing shade of yellow, often glinting with intelligence and confidence.

Her facial features were sharp and defined, with high cheekbones and a small, pointed nose.

Charlotte's style was sophisticated and professional, yet still youthful and trendy.

She often wore form-fitting blouses and skirts that accentuate her curves, paired with high heels that elongate her already long legs.

She also wore subtle makeup that enhanced her natural beauty, highlighting her full lips and long lashes.

Despite her stunning appearance, Charlotte exuded a quiet confidence and intelligence that sets her apart from others.

Alex couldn't help but let out a laugh as he said, "Hahaha, I've never heard anyone call Mr. Killington an old man before." He chuckled, finding the situation amusing.

Killington's forehead veins popped out in annoyance as he was not amused.

"Headmaster, could you please continue with the presentation?" John Killington said, his face now sporting a frown.

It was already time for the first class of the day, and everyone was getting late. John wanted to leave quickly and get to his class.

"Sure thing," Alex responded. "So, due to some unforeseen issues, we are changing the content and venue of the practical exam for the first-year students."