We were planted to the ground and a small part of our petrified feet also got stuck to it, the students in front of us made an "Eh?" sound out of their mouths us suddenly, the students hastily and immediately paved a single big way like an ocean of humans being split in the middle of their gargantuan crowd.
Every students turned silent, no one dared to say or even mutter a single word as they straighten their back and looked in front of them like soldiers seeing and greeting their superior.
Their movements is uniform as if they are trained, and when the man in a wheelchair appeared they further stiffened up and beads of sweat started to pour out of their forehead.
And their, a man with seemingly a disabled lower half for he is in a wheelchair appeared on the long paved road, he looks pathetic at a glance, however no one who saw him drive his way into the front of the paved road dared to laugh at him, instead they looked at him with reverence that mostly came from fear, the reverence in their eyes are different from what the Devils is showing to me.
It was the type of respect that they learned the hard way while mine is a natural respectful gazes that comes even when I am not doing something drastic to make them respect me.
"Ara? Ms. Principal? Master? Why are you fighting in front of the Academy? Don't you know that's dangerous?"
The man finally went in front of the crowd that transformed into a pseudo battalion because of his arrival and wore a gentle smile however, his eyes was like a tundra and his tone was colder than the Everest as he looked at us waiting for an explanation from the both of us that is still sweating nervously due to his arrival.
The man have a chestnut hair styled in a bowlcut covering his whole forehead, normally, his gentle and harmless looking chestnut eyes is covered in glasses but now it was completely out in the open and the sleeves of his green colored overcoat that indicates his profession as someone from the teaching force of The Valentine Magic Academy is floating because of the mana and pressure that he is leaking out making his arms that is somewhat packed with flexible muscles that is not matching his cripples appearance peak out of it.
However because he is not trying to act tough or anything, his bowlcut style hair complimented his gentle demeanor even more making him look like a harmless cinnamon roll in a wheelchair, our thoughts was shifting to fear and compliance that we will not get harmed by him.
At first glance we knew it, this person is strong, first because he can petrify half the bodies of the two strongest existences in Valentine if you disregard my sister like it was nothing at all, even though we are distracted in our fight someone not as strong as Pandora, the bitch who sealed me, will not do as much as to make us glance at a mere distraction, but this person just petrified us even if he is still far away and gazed at us from a distance.
Second, and the most obvious, it was so obvious that I will be disappointed if you still didn't guessed about, he is the former second in command of my personal unit, the Black Unit and his name is Chrysaor or also known as Chrys or Chris, nicknames given by yours truly.
His Bloodline Magic is called [Evil Eyes of Petrification] that, as the name implies lets the user petrify a person in a set duration with many and super inconvenient weaknesses, first the petrification will only last for 10 seconds making people who have this magic not suitable for one on one fights, second he can't control the output of the magic meaning that he will go all out no matter what the moment he activated his magic, third he can't turn it off and on, forcing him to always wear glasses though the last time I saw him, he always closes his eyes for him to not accidentally petrify people and the magic drains a lot of mana.
However, only the "can't turn off turn on" weakness is affecting him because of his abnormal mana pool he negated the draining mana consumption rate of the magic,his mana pool is on par if not bigger than me, that means he can also negate the 10 seconds countdown of the petrification effect by continuously staring at a person, so yeah the weakness of his magic are pretty much just some blabber and word filters in here.
"Erm... Chris... Can you please undo the petrification?" I smiled and asked as nice as possible.
"Eh? Why would I? Well you have to say sorry first for the trouble you have caused right?"
"Eh!?"
"What eh?"
With that conversation I slumped my shoulders and gave up, alongside Ophiuchus we then bowed our heads slightly and asked "Sorry for the disturbance.", The students have awkward and stiff smiles in their faces, they want to say "It's fine, rather we want the fight to continue" but they know how much we are lowering our pride in order to be released from this embarrassing and idiotic position so they gulped down the urge to say those words in fear of igniting our anger.
Well that was understandable as I was used to people kowtowing me and always begging for forgiveness, but because Chris is the voice of reason in the Unit when it was still alive and kicking (though I will rebuild it later) so we have to listen to him as a matter of course and because my mother is kind of a believer that kids when reached one hundred plus years of age should be independent, so yep that's how it is.
Chris then nodded so slightly in front of us and put on his glasses and in span of ten seconds, the petrification on our lower half finally got undone, However, he seem to know why I am here.
"... Then, now that's out of the way..."
Chris made a slight smile, but then the smile disappeared all of a sudden, his gentle face grew indifferent and his gentle and harmless eyes became cold, in a moment the awkward atmosphere became oppressive and the students couldn't help but flinch.
"Get out of here and go back to your dorms."
The students immediately scrambled and scattered around to go back to their dorms and to escape the oppressive aura of this wheelchaired tyrant, however of course because I am their master for hundred of years, and as a bonus, I have the ability to instinctively know when a person is lying or not, I knew that this aura is just a bluff or a mask to hide something, even Ophiuchus challenging me with her 'greeting' is just a mask to hide something, something that they have bottled up for two hundred years.
The oppressive atmosphere became once again silent, Ophiuchus tried to smile atleast a little but ultimately failed, Chris and her started to gather to each other and can't look at me in the eyes, they averted their gazes by making their eyes swim right and left but then, ultimately decided to look down on the ground.
"Uhm... Hello?"
I tried to call them out but they just continuously looked to the ground without muttering a word, Ophiuchus started gripping her knives as several cracks in the handle of her supposedly near indestructible blades became visible, even Chrysaor's face that shows gentleness showed regret and frustration as small dribbles of tears started to pour out of their eyes wetting their hands that they didn't wipe as they tried to suppress their welled up emotions by both biting their lips, but to no avail.
"I'm sorry for failing you..."
They muttered with a dull and regretful tone that seem to say more more than what they have initially said, I looked at them with pity in my eyes, they have endured my absence but blamed their selves for it.
After all, more than subordinates, more than someone who serves all my whims they are, at first, my friend, specially Ophiuchus for she is a long time friend of mine and we met the moment we learned how to stand up in both feet, we are childhood friend so close that every and any romantic possibilities between us became impossible making me someone who have multiple wives and her having her own husband, that's why, she is probably, no She Is the person beside my sister or anyone in this planet who will be severely affected by my disappearance no matter how much she hide it to me by acting normal.
Well, not like I'm saying that Chris' regret is any weaker than her, what I am saying is that Ophiuchus regret is just more than how a subordinate failed to protect her master.
With their crying appearance, I slowly walked in front of them and patted their head, they didn't looked up to me but I just continued to pat there head as they stopped crying eventually and hugged me tightly like they are a kid or something.
"Ueeeeegh!"
They cried once again catching the attention of the bystanders but I ignored it and returned their hug with my own, and we stayed like that for several minutes until they finally calmed down as I say.
"Actually you didn't failed me, no, you never did, My former loyal subordinates will you let me become you master once again and fight for my cause once more?"
I took a step back and then put my fingers in my chest and made a smile, a smile of pure and unfiltered malevolence in which they know pretty well the meaning, soon everything that happens in this world will be according to my will.
And with that, their crying face disappeared and a determined one resurfaced as they put their hands in their chest and patted it twice.
"Yes, we once again and always will pledge our loyalty to the Devil King and promises to lay our life on the line for his will."
And with that exchange of oath, the resurrection of the world's most Mysterious unit that earned many titles will now commence with my super spy and my second in command as the pillars.
So why am I ressurecting my unit just hours after I woke up from my two hundred years worth of slumber? Why not take a break and just go with the flow for a while right? Well because the War of the Rulers as I call the war that caused me to be sealed, never find it's conclusion.
Because Pandora sealed the key players, Guinevere slaughtered the Roundtable of her brother and many more variables that caused the Rulers to create a peace treaty though having a huge wedge in our relationship except for the one that is in the same side of course, the war was paused rather than it to end.
That's why I want to make the first move of rebuilding my unit and gaining back my previous forces, in order to have the upper hand once this illusory peace of the world got distrupted again and a war broke out.
However, before all of that, I have to break the awkward atmosphere between me and my subordinates who is still fidgeting around with my presence, so I took out some bills on my purse and treated ourselves with ice cream, to celebrate my return or something, though there will be a celebration soon and some streets already have banners on them and luckily the Academy doesn't have one yet so I don't get tangled with them when I landed.
Going back, Ophiuchus like dark chocolate and Chris like Vanilla, I would say that their personalities and their preferences really is in sync huh? In my case I love both so my cone have dark chocolate ice cream on the bottom and a Vanilla flavored Ice cream on top, well even though I have two Ice cream this is not because my tastes reflects my womanizing nature or something okay?
Not at all, that's not the case.
I looked at my Ice Cream and licked it once again as I started to summarized what I need to do as of now, first I need an information network for the whole world, well not the whole world but for the territories of the 7 Rulers, the territories of Vampires, Devils(this two is just for internal security), Fairies, Angels, Humans, Demons and Dragons.
With that I need many skilled double spies that can take up to my expectations, I also need an individual or group of individuals who will divert the attention of people to that information network, a bunch of overpowered freaks that can make armies cry, they have to be strong so that they will be the focal point when the word "Black Unit" is mentioned to the conversations and the mind of the people thinking about something like how my unit is also good at information gathering will not really be inclined into that possibility.
I want them to underestimate my information gathering network (in the future), in short.
But first and foremost, I have to go to my palace in the center of the City, also known as.
The Palace of The Devil King.