The Way of a Demon Lord

Chapter 23: The Perfect Murder

Midnight. The hovering clouds blanketed the world from the little light the moon was able to reflect.

In the fourth floor of the male dorms, stayed the fourth year students. All the rooms accommodated two students- except one. Around three months ago, one of the fourth-years disappeared. The instructor said that he had dropped out because of a family crisis. Due to his disappearance, his roommate got the whole room all to himself.

A young man was lying alone in his dark room, yet to go to sleep. He suddenly opened his eyes and got up. He opened the door. A hooded man was standing outside.

He silently closed the door once the hooded man stepped inside.

The hooded man took off the hood, revealing his face.

“Greetings, instructor Reeds.” The young man bowed.

“There is no one here, you can just call me ‘Supervisor’.” The moustached man waved his hand.

“As you wish, supervisor.”

“It has been four months since we last met like this, do you have it ready?”

“Yes, wait a moment.” The young man went to his desk, opened the drawer and pulled out some papers. He brought them back to his ‘supervisor’.

“You did not let go of this habit of yours.” The instructor took the papers and shook his head.

“It is not a problem. No one enters this room. Even if someone enters and find these in the drawer, they won’t be able to to understand any of the encryptions. But he would be suspicious if these were hidden in someplace secret.” The young man explained.

“Whatever, as long as no one finds out.”

“Please rest assured.”

“What’s your plan for this year’s final tournament? The orders state that it is your wish.”

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“I am aiming for the top.”

“Good luck.”

“Thank you.”

“And I am sorry that you will not be able to participate in ‘the Hunt’.”

“You don’t have to apologise, supervisor. I can only blame my bad luck.” The young man shook his head and sighed,

The moustached man looked at the other bed of the room and sighed. The young man knew what he was thinking.

“Do you want me to take care of Adrian Darkheart?” He asked.

“Don’t. We don’t want to make the same mistake twice.” The instructor got his hood back on.

“Take care.” He opened the door and left.

The young man was left behind in the room.

“How long do I have to keep this up?” He looked up at the ceiling and muttered.

“Just a few more seconds.” He heard a reply.

He was so scared that’s he jumped.

“Who?!” He looked around, but he couldn’t sense anyone.

“Well done, Isabella. Your proficiency of <Ghost> essence has reached such a level that a level 3 cannot sense you even if you stand in front of him.” A silhouette stepped out from the darkness.

“Thank you, young master.” Another silhouette stepped out.

“Who are-” Before he could ask the question, an overwhelming eerie aura locked onto him, rendering him unable to speak or move.

“I will help you this time since it’s your first kill. Don’t expect it the next time, understood?” Adrian asked.

“Yes, young master.” Isabella walked towards the young man step by step until she was right in front of her.

She pulled a dagger and looked at it. After a few seconds, she took in a deep breath and looked at her target, Alexis Pavel. Even though her young master’s demonic aura sealed his movements, it could not stop him from making a horrified face. He was sweating all over.

She brandished her dagger, ready to strike his heart. But her hands were still trembling.

“Calm down. You have practiced before, don’t forget to use the perfect amount of power.” Her young master’s voice calmed her down as if it had a soothing effect.

Isabella took in another deep breath and stabbed his heart as strong as she could.

*Sphhhlt!*

Blood began to spray out, drowning her hands. She pulled out the dagger, her hands began to shake again. But this time, they were trembling for a different reason altogether.

The hole in his chest started to grow bigger due to the corrosion effect. It finally stopped when it reached a certain size. All the aura of corrosion disappeared, only that of <Sharpness> property was left behind.

Adrian, who could see clearly in the dark as if it were day due to his attribute, smiled.

“Look at you, I never saw a smile this bright on your face.”

Isabella held her cheeks with both hands, besmirching them with blood.

“Really?” Her trembling voice held so much excitement that it could burst out any moment.

She never expected the pain and suffering of her dying target and the feeling of ending a life would bring this much excitement.

“Yes, and you look so beautiful with that smile.” He complimented wholeheartedly.

*Badump*

They again activated their respective essences as they left through the open window, which also happened to be the mode of their entrance.

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The next day, at the principal’s office.

*Knock. Knock*

“Come in.” The principal answered, she looked quite vexed.

“Greetings, principal Bell.” The voice was familiar, but it wasn’t that of her secretary’s.

“It’s you!” The principal stood up seeing the face of Adrian.

“I thought that you fixed an appointment with him and forgot to tell me. Should I bring him out.” The secretary stepped into the room after Adrian.

“No, it’s fine. You can leave.” The principal waved her hand.

The secretary left, leaving the two in the room.

“Did you do it?” She stared at him.

“It does not matter. I just came here to tell you that I witnessed instructor Davian Reeds entering the room of the victim at that time.” He casually said as he sat on the chair opposite the principal.

“Who would believe that?” She snorted.

“Believe it or not, just agree if you want that ‘tower master’ post.” He casually replied.

The term- ‘tower master’ prompted her.

“You want to set Davian up, right? How could an instructor not sense a student tailing him?” She asked.

“Just speak to professor Midsley about this, he will tell you.”

His answer intrigued her.

‘Did the brat also make a deal with Professor Midsley?’

“No, I didn’t.”

“Excuse me?” She was scared.

“I know what you are thinking. Besides, I am sure you detected the <Sharpness> property’s aura when you checked the wound, and it’s size should match that of his hand perfectly.”

She calmed herself down.

“I know what you are thinking. But it’s not enough to punish him.”

“But it’s enough to apprehend him, conduct a trial and investigate; right?”

“Yes.” She squinted. She did not know how that would help.

“Just say that you will investigate the tree he always sits under during the trial at the perfect time and watch the magic.”

“Why?”

“You don’t have to know. Just do it. Besides, you won’t be losing anything. If he ends up being punished, you will be dealing a big blow to the vice principal’s faction. Even if you can’t punish him, considering the circumstances their reputation will take a hit.” He explained.

“Okay. I will do what I can.” She knew that he was right, she would not lose anything.

“I just hope you have yet to lose your skills.” He muttered while he stood up.

“What?” She could not hear clearly.

“Nothing.” He left.

The principal began to rub her temples as she was lost in her thoughts.

“Whatever, I will just wait and see.” She muttered as she brought out a new bottle of wine.