The Terarch Raivien

Dream

Beautiful, noble family, good achievements, all of which made Megan famous both in the academy and in the nobility of Clara Darcy, of course, also made many other ladies dislike her. Now, seeing Megan's appearance like that makes them not only feel satisfied, secretly happy, but also have a very good impression of Vespera.

Unfortunately, they rejoiced too soon, Miss Megan's nightmare spread like a plague, all the exams were zero.

Achievement is one thing, the scariest thing is the malicious mouth of the substitute teacher, which can be called verbal abuse, mental rape, no one escaped. The most shocking thing is that he cursed dozens of young women continuously without repeating a single sentence.

The fire of anger is gradually building up, each person's heart is filled with unspeakable resentment and anger. If the maidens had the ability to project energy beams from their eyes like some muscular guy who likes to wear underwear over his pants, Vespera would have had hundreds of thousands of holes by now. But that was not possible, so the substitute teacher was still juggling with his arms and legs, his mouth constantly spewing malicious words.

“Evelyn Tran!” shouted excitedly, Vespera's eyes swept across the classroom

This name makes the hearts of all students here skip a beat.

Long, naturally loose green hair, large round glasses that cover half of her face, among a group of brilliant and haughty noble children, this girl can only be called by two words "faint"... But In this most difficult moment, the students remember a fact: the achievement of that faint girl is not only the best in the class, even the first in the whole school, for some reason in the hearts of the girls. Poor faith arose a conviction that Evelyn could certainly make this damn substitute professor taste the bitter fruit.

Evelyn calmly walked up to the podium, her eyes did not have a trace of fear, nor was there any suspense, just calmly watching and waiting for Vespera's comment.

The substitute professor laughed loudly: "The words are beautiful!"

The girls looked at each other, for some reason, a joy rose in their hearts as if a burden had been lifted, as if Evelyn had just completed a great feat, successfully saving the last piece of the class's sanctity.

But reality was too cruel, the students' beautiful illusions were smashed to pieces by someone.

“The words are beautiful, but the writing is full of dirty, rotten garbage. Political integrity, clean government? Its mother! Do you know that mandarins and aristocrats own more than half of the real estate ? The emperor is wise, the people are rich and full? Open your eyes to the street, beggars are everywhere! Good army, powerful country? Do you know why the northern province of Feronia has a terrain that is deeply concave? For decades, the invincible army of the empire has never encroached a single meter into Joanna's undead territory."

Of course, Evelyn also got a big score.

But the young girl did not show anger, did not seem to be disappointed, even more did not have a state of mind flying, calmly received the test, calmly bowed her head, and calmly returned to her seat, Not even a single step has strayed.

But Vespera was still sensitive, a spark of indignation flashed through the bottom of the girl's eyes as she accepted the test.

After distributing the test, Vespera clapped his hands and whistled at the students sitting below: "I don't know anything about humanity, I don't understand anything about ethics. You won't be wrong if you don't even dare to speak the truth, how the hell do you have the right to discuss humanity and morality?! Writing down that pile of filth can still be blamed on Professor Snape's wrong teaching, improper upbringing, family that doesn't know how to educate, but eats a bunch of zeros, listen to a heaps of insults, why don't you dare say a word? In my heart, I cursed silently without regret, but on the outside, I kept silent without saying a word. Scared huh? Or stunned? I don't think so…”

The Dark King sneered, his eyes were deep as if he could see through people's hearts, looking deep into the hearts of young girls, his voice also became cruel and gloomy: "I see plots, schemes, and a basket of evil thoughts, this is also brought up by the family, isn't it? Typical aristocratic thinking, no matter how angry you are, you don't show it right in front of you, and then use a plot to harm the opponent, this is what you call "aristocratic elegant fighting" right? Some of you here have even finished thinking about the plan, calculated the plot, prepared to use the power behind your back, silently making me go away… Right?! ”

Vespera raised a middle finger: “Dream!”

 

In the evening, when the sun went down the mountain, at a small house east of Clara Darcy, Vespera pushed open the door and entered, went to the bed, lay down, stretched out his back. Lying quietly on the bed, holding his breath, listening, the sound transmitted to the ears was the sound of people cooking in the kitchen, the sound of a young couple chirping and chatting after not seeing each other all day, the voice of the father returning after a day of searching for a sword. tired life, the sound of the mother beating and scolding the children ... all kinds of colorful sounds. To ordinary people, those sounds are still a natural thing every day, even life is like that, normal, trivial, but in Vespera's ears is a sound that makes people feel must rejoice.

"Isn't this right..." he muttered in a low voice, mocking himself, "It's been more than twenty years to be like this, fairy master, it's normally good."

Before going to another world, every time he reads the story and sees the main character moving towards peace and tranquility, focusing on a normal life, Vespera snorts contemptuously, he thinks that they are all a bunch of idiots. cowards do not dare to venture into the experience, and the author is a bunch of idiots with problematic minds.

But after going to the other world, tasting countless bitter markets, experiencing a crazy life that ordinary people can't even imagine, being caught up in a giant vortex called history, Vespera really understood. How admirable it is to lead a peaceful life.

Well, let's just ignore life, in the current stage, Vespera just wants to be an ordinary handsome teacher, live happily, play hard, comfortably look closely at the interesting world that has not been enjoyed before. this.

Lazily stretching, lifting his back from the bed, Vespera leisurely walked into the right room, pushed open the door, and hit his face with a strong metallic smell.

Martial arts room - is a room that always exists in the homes of all residents of this world, from great aristocrats to peasants, whether rich or poor, as long as you have a house, you must have a room. martial arts training, a few wooden stakes, a few weapons.

This world is not peaceful, the Apocalypse war just ended ten years ago, the heroic memories of the past have not been forgotten, the whole world is still boiling with chivalry, worship of strength, almost any Anyone can dance some martial arts, swing a few swords, even a peasant lady who only knows how to wash clothes, take care of crops, and when it comes to martial arts, she can still explain it clearly. coherent.

Martial arts are not like magic, don't need a fortune of thousands of dollars as capital, don't need a gift of transcendent intelligence, just need to practice hard, one day they will succeed. For the common people, martial arts training is not only for health, but also an opportunity to change fate.

Every five years, there is a martial arts congress, organized by all the powers on the mainland, in order to excavate the precious jewels that have been frozen in folklore, regardless of their background. have a clean schedule, have never committed a crime, are allowed to participate. Hundreds of thousands of people participated in the contest, going through each elimination round, in the end there will only be twelve people left, these twelve talented and lucky people will finally receive the opportunity to change their lives, enter the store of Holy Spirit, receive a piece of Sacred Treasure that is suitable for him, from now on bear the title of Martial Saint, surpassing all ordinary martial artists, from now on sublime, from now on... glorious.

For the commoners who came from poor backgrounds, this was a gamble they were willing to give up everything for a one-time bet.

Vespera's house is not very big, but the martial arts room still occupies a small area, echoing with every step is the crunching sound of countless debris scattered on the ground. Even though the martial arts room in the commoner's house is not large and spacious, it will always be cleaned without a speck of dust, but Vespera's room is both dirty and chaotic, for some reason the ground is covered with dirt. filled with a layer of sharp metal debris.

In one corner of the room were piled up with weapons of all kinds, most of them swords, giving off a bone-cold light, each one a rare treasure in the eyes of the common man, which should have been kept like a family's. traditional, daily cleaning ... is piled up here, like ordinary rotten firewood.

Handily pulling out a sword from the pile of swords, Vespera took two steps back, stood in the middle of the room, stretched, stomped his feet a few times, and danced a few swords with his hand.

There are countless types of swordsmanship, too many to count, heavy heavy swords use force to win, thin rapiers use speed to kill enemies… but any type of swordsmanship comes from the most basic movements.

For example… Stab.

The sharp point of the sword pierced in the silence of the late afternoon, pierced the late afternoon sunlight into the room through the window, the tip of the sword did not vibrate, from the tip of the sword to the body of the sword, then from the hand to the end. Vespera's shoulder blades formed a straight line, as if his arms were stretched, as quiet as a sculpture... enough to make any martial arts master who witnessed it shocked, because the tip of the sword stabbed out in silence. , not an echo.

Sword stabbing or slashing both emit a sound of tearing the wind, just as everything in the world moves faster, the stronger the force, the louder the sound of the wind rising, the higher it is. But the stab just now was obviously too fast to be seen by ordinary people, and it didn't make any sound, that absurd phenomenon can only tell one thing, that is, the other person's swordsmanship has also reached the mark. to the point of absurdity.

That simple stab, once displayed, was enough for Vespera to become a guest welcomed by all nobles.

But he sighed again, seemingly unsatisfied with his swordsmanship, shook his head, then tossed the sword in his hand aside.

The shiny metal sword suddenly darkened, the blade had undergone hundreds of thousands of forgings and forgings, could cut and cut the rock dozens of times without chipping, just in an instant it suddenly disintegrated, collapsed. collapsed, before even touching the ground had turned into piles of metal debris scattered everywhere.

Vespera's face remained calm, or maybe he was too used to the scene, he sighed: "What do you think, Zelda?"

The Sorceress appeared from a corner of the room, a complicated, bewildered expression on her face.

Vespera rubbed his hands together to remove any remaining metal chips, smiling to himself: "It's been much better than ten years ago, it's finally possible to restrain a little of the power that is out of control. this."

For ten years, Vespera had not fought with a sword for more than ten years, the time of fighting on the battlefield, wandering horizontally and vertically for fifteen years before, gradually sank into memory, gradually covered with dust. full.

Like blood and tears, overflowing like rivers and seas, one day it will all seep into the ground.

Ten years ago, he threw away his sword, which was enough to make all mankind go crazy, and was also the source of all the sorrows and nightmares that he had to endure for fifteen years.

He was finally free.

But the price to pay for freedom… was too heavy, too expensive.

After pondering for a long time, Zelda carefully asked: "What are you... planning to do?!"

In the blink of an eye when he heard the question, Vespera regained his composure immediately, swaggering eloquently: “Ah ha, asked the right question! I, Vespera Amelia, used despicable tricks to infiltrate Anne Olivia's girls' academy, of course, to make all the girls in the academy fall in love with me, make them unable to live without me, and quickly do all pregnant, establishing a harem of the highest quality in history.”

The headmistress of the prestigious Anne Olivia academy responded to him with a raised middle finger.

“What happened ten years ago in the Sodom valley? We win, but why win, how to win? Four hundred thousand elite soldiers died without a trace. Five Kings participated in the final battle, four died in battle, one was seriously injured until now, still half-crazy and half-awake. Your name is also on the list of combatants, and now it suddenly appears here," the girl's eyes were filled with mist, "Where did you go?!"

Vespera tilted her head to the side, seemingly dodging, “Not something you should know about.”

“It's my business! It's our business… where are your dreams, ambitions, ideals? The war ended, the coalition was disbanded, and our Northern army also followed that to divide the year. Many people still have families, even clans, forced to return to their homeland, shouldering the responsibility many years ago left behind when they went to war. But more and more fools do not believe that he died in battle, we dig every inch of the battlefield, turn over every corpse, pick up every piece of meat, and find his body nowhere..."

Zelda's voice had already begun to sob, "We only found your Spirit plugged into the ground, to this day it is still resting on Joanna's throne, those bastards who only recognize you as you are. leader. After all, what happened ten years ago? What happened on the final battlefield? Who harmed you? With just one voice from you, we northerners dare to follow you across the continent. Or do all of us old subordinates you don't trust anymore?"