The extra is a fox eyed jester-Chapter 60: Exam ends

"What the fuck just happened?" Azazel muttered, his face was still flushed pink.

He tried to move but stopped abruptly when he heard the distant rustle of leaves a few feet away from his resting spot.

The sounds drew closer and closer while Azazel could only watch and pray it wasn’t anyone he couldn’t gaslight into leaving him alone.

He barely had the strength to move a single finger, not after receiving those beatings from a sellsword he hired with Elias’ money.

Just remembering it alone irked him further.

He cursed.

"Those ungrateful fucks! Nathaniel and Elias... after all I’ve done for them, I even shared my fucking biscuits! Arghhh!"

A loud thud sounded a short distance away.

The redhead stopped cursing, instead he narrowed his eyes until the newcomer came to view.

He could only stifle a curse, he knew the heavens didn’t like him much but this? This was just absurd.

Of all people, it just had to be the one person who wouldn’t allow him a second of speech, much more engage him in a conversation.

And of course it was a person he’d had the pleasure of meeting a few times, although their previous meetings had been... awkward to say the least.

It was a familiar white-haired shorty in military attire, an opponent he definitely didn’t want to face in his current state.

His lips parted softly.

"Tyrisa."

Azazel didn’t say anything beyond that, he just turned his gaze towards the canopy of trees then continued his onslaught of curses.

After all, he was royally screwed, so why not screw a few backstabbing allies as well, even though he had already done so.

"Nathaniel that fucking gremlin, where was that strength when I hired him, fucking dead weight, and Elias! Fuck, screw you! Screw all of you, god damnit. Is this how you treat your elders huh! Back in my days I couldn’t even make eye contact with my superior... ah fuck, my nose hurts."

"S-Shut it!" A cold voice commanded from the side.

Tyrisa was sprawled against the forest floor, her voice sounded so tired, it was barely even audible.

Now that he looked closely enough, the Avalion princess wasn’t looking any better than him.

She had cuts all over and was bleeding enough to fill a tavern’s mug.

Azazel scowled.

"I came here first, so find another spot if you can’t sympathize with me, short stuff."

For a moment silence descended within the forest, then Tyrisa turned her neck slowly to stare at Azazel.

The tension was palpable as she asked.

"What did you just say?"

Her eyes narrowed into a glare.

She forced herself to get up, or at least she tried to.

Her hand moved toward the hilt of her katana but at that moment, her body suddenly began to dissolve into motes of bright amber light.

"Wha—"

Her eyes widened in surprise the moment she saw the same thing happening to the lout of the Astavore family.

"You!" She hissed. "For your sake, just pray I never see you at the academy. You’re dead."

Azazel cackled in mockery. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Hah? Did I hit a nerve princess? I didn’t take you for the type who cared about her height."

His voice grew distant but she could still hear the mockery in his tone.

"Why fret though? at least you made up for it with that towering ego of yours, and try looking up a bit, whoever told you craning your neck to meet someone’s gaze wasn’t a noble thing to do, probably enjoyed the view of your forehead, can’t blame them though, hehehe..."

Tyrisa’s face flushed crimson with anger.

She spared one last glance at his disappearing form then scowled.

"I’ll kill him!"

That was the last thing she uttered before her form dissipated.

****

"Hah..."

Azazel jolted awake with a groan.

His body swayed lightly as he tried to get up but then a figure beside him held his form steady.

"Lily?" He asked hoarsely.

"Yes? Young master..."She replied in a muffled tone.

Azazel didn’t respond.

From the cheers above, he could tell that they were back in the arena but it wasn’t only the cheers that got his attention.

It was the resentful look some of the aspirants were giving him.

Azazel scratched his head lazily, pretending not to notice the glares.

In truth, he had already memorized every single face that looked at him with hostility, just in case anyone was stupid enough to take things beyond casual hostility.

On the other hand, Tyrisa was still glaring at him with murderous intent.

Now if you asked why he annoyed her, Azazel had no particular reason, the insufferable redhead simply felt like it and now his random action had earned him the ire of the heir to a kingdom which was famous for assassination.

Most students were pale, the experience of dying once wasn’t a fun one, not to mention that they had actually died.

Viola’s spell never sent them to an illusory realm, no. If someone were to venture into the forest of the damned, right that minute, they would still see the lingering traces of battle, the blood spilled and every single remnant of their battles during the exam.

What Viola’s spell did was to link each of them to a distant star, so it was safe to say that for every death that occurred during the exam, a star somewhere in the cosmos blew up.

Viola snapped her fingers and the arena fell silent in an instant.

"Aspirants of Nexus academy..." She began. "That was quite a spectacle you showed us, weren’t you guys a little too thorough with the exams, there were practically only two people left at the end of the exam."

Her smile softened.

"You all have potential, no... dare I say, some of you even outperformed your seniors, you have my interest."

She paused, letting her gaze linger over Azazel and a few others, then she continued.

"I’d rather not take much of your time, I’m sure you’re all exhausted. The results shall be announced after three days, and to those aspirants who meet the requirements, you’ll be sent an invitation letter alongside your uniforms and your dorm keys. Until then, rest, train, or waste your time in reckless abandon. I don’t particularly care. Because it would be the last peaceful day you’ll have before your hell begins."

She snapped her fingers once again, undoing her spell and then, she walked away.

Around Azazel the aspirants had already begun to mingle amongst themselves.

One even made a joke on how the dean was bad with speeches but Azazel remained completely still.

His gaze was focused onto a particular figure within one of the private exhibitions.

A rather familiar silver haired prince who had attempted to assassinate his sister during his absence.

Kyle met his gaze.

He didn’t know why but under Azazel’s cold glare he couldn’t help but shudder.

Drowned by the cheering noises of the crowd, Azazel allowed the words to roll off his lips.

It was soundless, yet anyone who cared to read his lips would understand.

"I warned you not to touch my sister, and you tried, so you’ll pay the price for messing with her, you have my word Kyle."