Chapter 120: Servant

The students of the White Tower Youth Association left. They had come with droopy heads, but when they left, they seemed to be under a spell, with great ambitions burning behind them. The professor took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked tired all of a sudden, and the dazzling brilliance that had always enveloped him and made people afraid to look directly at him gradually dissipated.

Without warning, someone quietly and gently stroked the back of his neck. The fingertips were cool, but the palm was warm. Nova was startled, but his body moved faster than he thought, and he instinctively relaxed again.

...After letting go of the uneasiness of having his vitals controlled by someone, he actually felt comfortable, as if someone was silently supporting his heavy head and spine, warming the flow of blood, and sending out thousands of glowing invisible roots along the back of his neck to the ends of his limbs, gently and powerfully gathering his soul.

This comfort, however, made him constantly teeter on the edge of an unfamiliar abyss. Habit was a terrifying thing, it would endlessly leave scars deep within the human body, and it would take a thousand times longer to smooth them out, and they could never be "recovered."

"……What's up?"

Those fingers tended to slide down to the Adam's apple - but in the end they just landed lightly on the shoulder, lighter than snowflakes, gentler than the night breeze.

"No, it's nothing." The Savior's voice was as gentle and peaceful as always.

——He just wanted to lean over and kiss his pale and clean skin, lick and bite his bony and protruding spine, and sip his warm and brilliant blood.

—It was only an appetite, a hidden, painful appetite that made his soul sink. A huge, empty hole in his ribs cried out greedily, and he could not eat his moon.

...Is this guy sick? The black-haired young man frowned, about to say something, when he suddenly felt the hand on his shoulder tighten slightly. He looked up and saw the assassin, who had recently been driven away by someone but had witnessed everything that happened in the Church of Light, even watching the whole thing without realizing it, emerge from the darkness with a complicated expression.

Aside from Azuka, not even the owl noticed him. Dark sorcerers were naturally skilled at stealth.

Ole stared silently at the tyrant's face, which was emotionless, pale and cold like marble. For a moment, he didn't even pay attention to his friend's actions that were between cordiality and intimacy.

devil.

An extremely dangerous devil who is naturally good at bewitching people.

The assassin used to sneer at all those who talked about morality and justice, no matter if they were politicians, orators or liars. Whenever those guys who spoke eloquently in front of the public had his murderous scimitar put to their necks, without exception, under the threat of death, they all trembled, tears streamed down their cheeks, and looked ugly. Where was the arrogance and boastful look they had before?

…But Ole had never realized so clearly that language has power, logic has power, and thought has power.

It is a kind of indestructible power that is completely different from what a body can possess, and it is even an unmatched and invincible power.

He could spit on the tyrant's coldness, dictatorship and cruelty, he could also ridicule the tyrant's hypocrisy, cunning and madness, but he just couldn't refute him, and even had to devote more and more attention, thinking, time and even his life to it, until he could no longer escape from the enchanted strange starry sky.

"Those students will die." The assassin finally said coldly, "I know those bastards of the Glorious Church. They won't let this go, and they won't show mercy just because they're students. You're sending them to their deaths."

The words bordered on an accusation, but the professor had no intention of refuting or getting angry.

"If Shadow Chaser had been here, those students wouldn't have died," he replied coldly. "I want your people to assist and protect the students of White Tower University. You are assassins, you should know how to disguise your identity."

"……Why?"

Ole originally wanted to ask "Why?", but for some reason, he inexplicably swallowed back the cold and harsh question.

The tyrant's smoky grey eyes reflected his face coldly and calmly: "Does the Shadow Chaser obey your orders?"

Ole couldn't help but frowned: "Of course."

"Lies are meaningless in front of me." The other party gave him a look of disdain. "Just from the performance of that assassin named Daniga, I know that you are just a child leader among a group of snotty little brats."

"The biggest authority you have is to decide whether to play with cats and dogs or stir up a hornet's nest today." He said the most infuriating words in a flat voice: "After being scratched, bitten and stung, your eyes are swollen, and you have to make up excuses to try to hide it from your angry parents and avoid being beaten."

Ole: “…”

Sure enough, the emotion that was almost like "awe" just now was an illusion. He gritted his teeth and thought, this guy is just an annoying, complete bastard!

...But what the other party said was actually true. In his previous life, his brothers were more afraid of Azuka than him in the later period. He just relied on a gentle appearance to easily subdue those ferocious and bloodthirsty wolf cubs - that guy's words were sometimes even more effective than his, the real boss.

Seeing that the man just had a sullen face and didn't get angry and refute, the professor looked at him in surprise, but his tone softened a little: "So you should at least make them clear about what they are doing, why they are doing it, who their friends are and who their enemies are, and select the right people to do the right things."

"The crude, crude 'for justice' is just a passionate, yet crude, primitive emotion. It can't last, and will quickly cool down when faced with setbacks." He leaned back lazily in his chair. "As I've emphasized countless times, you must have a proper program, and that program needs to be refined and implemented through practice. You can now take out that notebook you've been hiding."

The assassin's expression was as if he were looking at a mad cat.

"Hurry up, bring me the notebook that Daniga Asagi asked you to bring me." The professor narrowed his eyes impatiently. "You're not just trying to maintain your image as a boss in front of others and then tell that kid some clumsy and ridiculous lie like, 'He threw your beloved notebook in my face and I begged him with tears and it was all in vain,' right?"

Ole: “…”

So angry! He was speechless after being choked by this guy, but he always felt unwilling to give it to him directly, and it seemed like he was guilty not to give it to him.

Azuka was not interested in taking care of his friend's twisted and tangled thoughts. He snapped his fingers gracefully, and the wind came from nowhere and directly picked up something from the assassin's arms and placed it neatly on the desk in front of the professor.

"You're still as bad at hiding things as ever." He scoffed softly, "You're welcome."

"...Your hands are still as fast as ever." Ole gritted his teeth and laughed, "So fast that I want to break it."

The professor didn't bother with the protagonists' childish ploy to foster friendship. He put his glasses back on and quickly flipped through the notebook filled with newspaper clippings and dense handwriting. After a moment's hesitation, he looked up and said seriously to the second male lead, "He's better than you in this regard."

Ole, who was suddenly attacked, said: "Huh?"

"He's a natural born to be a political commissar." The guy thought for a moment and said, "In your terms, he's like a sorcerer who specializes in casting spells that enhance the mind?"

Ole: “…Ah?”

"Forget it. I can't convince you." The other man just glanced at him impatiently through his glasses. Ole swore it was an unformed eye roll. "Come to me one day and I'll give you the reply manuscript. Or you can just have him come to me and I'll arrange the details of this mission directly with him."

The assassin leader gritted his teeth: "...When did I ever say that the entire Shadow Chaser must obey your orders?"

Doesn't this guy take it for granted that he orders people around?!

The tyrant paused and gave him a very sarcastic expression - without saying a word, Ole wanted to punch that bloodless face.

Azuka took a step forward calmly. Noticing his friend's subtle favoritism, Ole crossed his arms, raised his chin and nodded at him with a sneer, "And why don't you order him around?"

"First, his face doesn't fit." Nova looked at him expressionlessly. "It's too conspicuous without the Confusion Spell. I don't want to attract a bunch of boring people to gather downstairs in the teaching building and sing love songs."

Even though due to the terrifying reputation of a certain great devil, there were still students at White Tower University who dared to secretly pass love letters to the teaching assistants, some who peeked in front of the classroom door and blushed in front of people, and some who were even brave enough to run to the dormitory building with a lyre to sing love songs. Although they were all gently but ruthlessly rejected - the professor did not want the number of such people exuding stupid hormones to increase again within his sight.

Azuka: “…”

He sighed gently and helplessly: "Thank you for the compliment?"

The professor nodded at him seriously: "You're welcome."

Suddenly realizing that his friend would also be humiliated in front of the tyrant, Ore felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

The other party continued, "Secondly, he has other missions. Those outsiders are very powerful, and I don't trust the others."

...The tyrant seemed to understand the principle of giving a sweet reward after a beating. Seeing the genuine smile on his friend's face, the assassin couldn't help but tut a few times inwardly, feeling both contempt and an inexplicable sourness - why didn't he get the same treatment?

"Third, his current disguise against outsiders is the resurrected Storm God." Nova's tone was calm, without any idea that he was describing something earth-shattering. "His actions don't fit the traditional definition of a god, and are detrimental to my future plans."

Ole: "...Wait."

He stood up straight, made a pause gesture, and stared in shock at the two idiots who seemed to be teaming up to exclude him: "I think I heard something incredible?"

His Dark Night God, did he suddenly miss a crucial part of the plot?!