Reincarnated in the Villainous Lust System!

As I took in the sight of the other masters, their attention fixed on the entrance as the drumming sound grew louder still.

Each of the masters seemed to wear an expression of guarded expectation, their eyes locked on the entrance as they awaited the arrival of whatever – or whoever – was causing the strange commotion.

As the drumming grew louder, its rhythm beating a tattoo in the air, the other mages remained oblivious to its presence, their training continuing without pause as they focused on the tasks at hand.

But as the sound drew nearer, its rhythm echoing through the air like a pulse, the first signs of awareness began to flicker across their faces, their eyes widening and their movements slowing as they began to sense the strange disturbance that had so captivated the masters.

With a sudden, thunderous sound, a horse burst into the training ground, its hooves striking the earth with a force that shook the ground beneath them.

The rider, clad in armor and wearing a look of urgency on his face, guided the horse to a halt, his hand tightening on the reins as he swung himself down from the saddle, his boots hitting the ground with a dull thud.

As the rider scanned the group of masters, his gaze sweeping from one to the next in search of the proper recipient, he seemed to grow increasingly unsure of himself, the weight of his message weighing heavily on his shoulders.

With a sigh of resignation, he turned to Master Jared.

With a sudden burst of motion, the messenger pushed past the group of students, his shirt flapping in the wind as he dashed towards Master Jared, his hand outstretched as he held the letter aloft.

The parchment crackled in the his grip, its seal bearing the imperial crest of the palace, a sign of its importance and urgency.

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"I apologize for interrupting your training, Master Jared," he said, his voice tinged with urgency as he bowed slightly. "I have an urgent message from the palace."

As Master Jared took the letter in hand, his gaze fixed on the seal that held the parchment together, he could not help but raise a single eyebrow in confusion, his expression one of puzzlement as he considered the mystery of the message.

In the wake of Master Jared's question, the entire academy seemed to hold its breath, the silence that descended upon the training ground as heavy as the weight of the news that was about to be delivered.

Eyes watched intently, our gazes fixed on Master Jared as he held the message, the faint rustle of the parchment the only sound in the quiet air.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl, every moment an eternity as the messenger shifted uneasily, the crowd of students and masters alike waiting for the words that would change everything.

The air was thick with anticipation, the silence so absolute that even the whisper of a breath seemed to echo like a shout through the stillness.

And then, as the messenger shifted restlessly and the crowd of students held their breath, the sound of a single pin dropping would have been a deafening roar in the stillness of the air, its echo reverberating through the training ground and beyond.

As the seconds ticked by and the quietude of the academy continued to stretch on, a sense of unease settled over the crowd of mages and masters alike, their collective attention fixed on the drama unfolding before them.

In any other circumstance, the masters might have reprimanded their students for allowing themselves to be distracted from their training, but in this moment, they were just as engrossed in the mystery that hung over Master Jared and the messenger.

With the eyes of the academy upon him, Master Jared carefully unfolded the parchment, his hands steady and his expression unreadable as he revealed the message within.

Like a single ripple in a still pond, the motion sent a wave of anticipation through the crowd.

Master Jared's eyes lifted from the page, their gaze sweeping across the crowd of assembled students and masters as the letter was lowered to his side, his expression grave and his demeanor solemn.

As he met the expectant gazes of those around him, the air seemed to compress, the tension in the room reaching a fever pitch as he prepared to speak.

Master Jared shifted his gaze from the assembled masses to the other masters standing beside him, their faces solemn and their eyes grave as they, too, awaited his next words.

And then, turning back to the crowd, his gaze sweeping across the sea of anxious faces, Master Jared's voice rang out, the weight of his words adding a gravity to his voice.

"There will be a slight break in lessons while we masters discuss," Master Jared announced, his tone authoritative but quiet.

He said it in a quiet voice because he knew that the other masters had enhanced hearing and they would hear what he was saying with no stress.

As Master Jared's words sank into the air, the other masters nodded in understanding, their faces grave and their eyes focused on the task at hand.

Turning to their respective classes, they addressed the students with words of reassurance, their tones soothing and their gestures measured as they sought to quell the rising tide of curiosity and anxiety that had begun to spread through the ranks of the students.

As the last of the masters' assurances faded into the air, their forms shifted, their bodies turning towards the palace's gates, their footsteps quick and sure as they moved to convene in a huddle.

The ring of masters grew tighter as they drew closer, their voices a low murmur of hushed conversation as they pored over the contents of the letter, their words lost to all but themselves in the echoing silence of the training grounds.

The silence of the academy hung heavy in the air, the only sound the faint shuffle of feet and the hushed whispers of concerned students as they watched the masters emerge from their huddle, their faces grave and their expressions taut with worry.

As the masters stood before the assembled students, their faces pale and grave, it was Master Aco, the bald master with the thin white beard, who stepped forward, his frame small and lean, his movements precise as he cupped his hands in front of him.

The sound of Master Aco's voice reverberated across the training ground, its volume unnatural and amplified as it carried with ease to the farthest reaches of the gathered students.