Airam Zenemijil

​"Everything that I am is a gift as well as a curse."

Rumors about an infamous Mage-sprout - Azalea "The Bewitched"- had been circling around the Hunter's Council. Such rumors tend to attract the attention of various organizations. It's easy to tell with the uncanny similarities the men enquiring often possess. These malicious gossips had produced troublesome situations for Azalea's demon hunting job. Most hunters are afraid to team-up with her and some people are reluctant to make a hunting request with her involved.

During her solo hunt in Dimatagpuan Region, four students from the renowned school, AB Academy, appeared before her with an odd offer. This academy's Headmaster had grown a sudden interest in her skills as a Mage and he wants her to enroll as one of his scholars. It is the most unexpected offer which might as well bring the greatest change in her current lifestyle. Is she prepared to leave behind her normal daily life of hunting and fighting, to turn it around into an unusual daily life of socializing and schooling? How will she respond to her new environment as she learns more about who she really is?

Defiant

Fifty-nine minutes after two o’clock in the afternoon 


The scorching heat of the sun hits down directly at the rooftop. It is such a clear weather to be staring at the rising smoke of destruction and to be listening to the growls of ruin. A young man standing on the gymnasium’s roof smiles mockingly while staring down at his enemy. In front of him is another man who is kneeling down with one knee. 


“What the hell…” Lyrus grumbles while supporting his weight on the roof with his right hand while the other holds on tight around his stomach. 


“You… You gave her a hard time, didn’t you?” Evan asks again with the same cold expression. 


“T-that again…?” He mutters as blood drench his left hand. “You were seriously trying to kill me… weren’t you?” 


“What are you talking about?” He responds while giving off a sinister aura. “I was simply asked to take care of you, so that’s what I’m doing.” 


“Son of a bitch—!!” Lyrus grits his teeth. 


Counter 29: Depth-less Crystal I