Trouble On The Way To Silverleaf Academy (VII)

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Aestrea's voice was low—too calm.

A slow grin crept across his lips, but there was no joy in it.

Just pure rage.

Crackle...!

His violet aura snapped like a thunderstorm around his body, wrapping his fingers in lightning that hummed with killing intent.

His eyes, a deep molten red, glared at the Royal Knight with a coldness that could kill gods.

The knight flinched.

"W-Whoa...!"

They all did.

The Royal Knights stumbled back a few steps, blades raised, hands shaking. The sheer pressure coming off him felt like a vice around their throats.

The commander tried to hold firm, his face pale. "D-Don't move!" he barked. "You so much as breathe wrong, and we'll drop you where you stand!"

Mana exploded from their bodies like a flare, but their swords still trembled.

And Aestrea?

He stood still.

Didn't even blink.