Genetic Extra In The Apocalypse-Chapter 70: The Power Of The White Witch
##Minutes, to an hour ago....##
"I’m afraid we cannot retrieve the Young Master Sean Storme now. The spatial barrier we put in place to limit the number of out-worlders, somehow collapsed. Every participant is stuck inside for now."
Richelle’s cold gaze did not avert from the man in military uniform who had just spoken... The head overseer of the Academy examination.
Under her gaze, the man felt like he was freezing to death, his blood slowly chilling into rivulets of ice.
His heart shuddered. She wasn’t producing any mana... Just her gaze alone, and a Stage-3 like him, who’s affinity was even fire, felt like he would freeze to death.
Realizing that his words were only making Richelle angrier... In, fact, she looked just one wrong word away from snapping, but was holding herself back for some reason.
"We have immediately deployed Stage-2 personnels, and twice their number, Stage-2 battle power automatons, to go on a retrieval mission, rescuing every single students, with Young Master Sean Storme as a top priority."
He immediately presented the only thing he thought would pacify her. It wasn’t a guarantee, but he was hard pressed here. Inwardly, he was cursing the so-called council.
After putting him in this detrimental position, not only did they not raise a hand to help, they still tried to play dirty and shabby politics.
Who in their right minds send non-piloted mechas to fight, and after they’re destroyed, accuse the destroyer of murder, when not even a drop of blood proved evidence of it?
The most mind blowing thing was that even though a lot of people would see and notice these, it wouldn’t change anything, especially because the noble families, would be sure to capitalize on this narrative.
A Stage-5!
Completely unknown, and tied to no known faction. How couldn’t they feel threatened?
If the noble families wanted it done and pushed forward as an agenda, voice of reason basically disappears.
Either way, the council were the ones who benefited. They don’t get to face Richelle’s wrath, and at the same time, turn the public mouth against Richelle.
"I’ve sent Elon too."
A voice cut through the tension from the back, and a man with ink black hair and deep red eyes, made his over on a hoverboard.
Unlike Richelle who was standing effortless in the air, Noxus used a hoverboard, as it a lot more comfortable, than putting a show of power.
"What is that supposed to change?" Richelle frowned.
Her usual, warm and tender voice, was completely cold, and there was even distance in them which he felt in his heart.
Noxus gaze darkened. He didn’t like this.
"I sent Elon along, and his main purpose, is to rescue Sean"
"What’s that still supposed to change? He is going against a Stage-3. Plus now that the spatial barrier has collapsed, there would be hordes of out-worlders, jumping on them," Richelle responded.
With each second, her voice grew bitter and more bitter.
Noxus could even hear the slightest trembling in them, betraying the fear she felt inside, despite her outside terrifying persona.
"He’d be fine," an aged voice chimed in before Noxus could think of something else.
The window Richelle had been looking at earlier, was opened, revealing the man standing behind it, dressed in traditional clothing, that looked out of place.
"You should let the young man grow." The old man continued.
Richelle’s gaze blared with anger and almost hate, her lips curling into a sneer of disdain.
"You finally have the gall to come out and speak now?" She spat.
Every onlooker sucked in a breath of cold air, their eyes constricting into pinholes.
The old man chuckled. "You’re still as unruly as ever. I don’t know of anyone as bold as you are to still talk to me like that... Well, except your brother that is."
If there were any doubts in anyone’s mind previously, it completely vanished at this moment. After all, the head of the Academy — the chancellor, as well as Field Marshall of the military, just confirmed it himself.
Even if they were stupid, they didn’t need him to spell out to them, whom exactly he was talking about. There was only one person it could be after all.
White hair locks... Plus the family name Storme.
While others were felt pleasantly surprised at the confirmation of what they already suspected, or for some others, the dawn of realization... and for some more, surprise at the revelation, some who were already aware, were only feeling dreadly stupefied, at how disregarding Richelle spoke, and about the instructors casual reply.
Those who were smart enough, looked at Richelle with new appreciation. This woman was just powerful, she was terrifyingly powerful.
Like the old man said, not one person you dare to address him like that, not even Noxus, the man known as the banner of Aegis... Aegis strongest shield.
But Richelle had done so either way, but instead of reacting, the old man had laughed it off.
There could only be two explanations for that. Either she was so powerful that the old man feared her, as delusional as it sounded... The Chancellor of the Academy and Field Marshall of the military... There was practically no body he feared.
It was either that, or the old man really favored her, which translates to: she — and by extension — Sean, had the old man’s backing.
To have the old man’s backing, was to basically have the entire military at her beck and call.
As the thoughts settled into their hearts, some people’s expressions couldn’t help but subtly twist into a grimace.
Either of the option was not good for the power and political dynamics of Elysium. Plus the old man was not the only one who had her back... Her fiance — Noxus, was the heir of one of the strongest power in Elysium... the main branch of the vampire clans.
She didn’t just possibly have the military in her pocket, but the vampires as well. It that was true, then the noble families would be suffer. Between the combined might of vampires and the military, they would be entirely suppressed.
’The White Witch truly,’ the head overseer of the examination couldn’t help but think to himself.
A shimmer in the swirling portal of the Gate caught attentions, and figures began to emerge, some dressed in military uniforms, while some were youths in between the ages of fourteen and fifteen.
Sean however, was still not amongst them.
