Chapter 121: Dark Demon is a Little Sun
The students' discussions gradually grew louder.
Not only the students, but even some professors looked at the two on stage with meaningful expressions.
Some things in life carry meaning, and while enjoying the benefits bestowed by this meaning, one must also bear the corresponding visions and responsibilities.
This was true for the Hero's son.
In fact, as the Valkyrie's son, wasn't Dark Demon also the same?
Otherwise, even with his past behavior, he would have been just an ordinary dandy, common in noble circles. How could he have been so vilified?
But today.
The evil young master was already on the path to shedding his infamy, and his performance was outstanding.
The Hero's son, upon whom more hope had been placed, was still treading water.
This inevitably led others to compare them.
Gazes even more disappointed than before, like needles, pricked Virt Gold, piercing his heart little by little, leaving it riddled with holes.
Virt lowered his head, avoiding the gazes from below the stage, his hands and feet clenched tight.
He finally regretted it.
True regret.
Not the kind of three-minute passion that would be followed by another round of games.
At this moment, his ears were filled with all sorts of chaotic sounds, some of which grew louder and louder, gradually standing out.
Emma's voice, which he had gradually forgotten, was particularly loud.
"Stop hanging out with Robert! Think of your deceased parents!"
"Think of your deceased parents!"
Virt couldn't help but clutch the pendant on his chest, which contained a photo of his mother.
His peripheral vision caught Dark Demon beside him, and he felt as if he were standing at the edge of the sun, burned beyond recognition by the dazzling, scorching sunlight.
...
But in reality, Dark Demon wasn't happy about this.
Winning the "Crimson Star," getting a small championship or something, were all minor things in his eyes, not changing anything.
But the current situation didn't feel good to him.
If Headmistress Cynthia had considered the Hero's son's feelings, she shouldn't have had him and Virt on stage at the same time, nor make two statements that clearly showed who was superior.
It was almost imaginable.
After today, discussions about the two of them would inevitably be rampant.
Major and minor newspapers would frantically reprint their actions in this incident.
Troublemakers would definitely single them out for comparison, making some idiotic remarks for a laugh.
And he himself, driven by public opinion, would replace the Hero's son and step into the limelight.
This was completely contrary to his strategy of self-cultivation.
The Hero was enough on stage; he didn't want to bask in this glory.
As long as the Demon God bloodline didn't awaken.
His status was already high enough.
Son of the Duchess.
Son of the Valkyrie.
These two titles alone could allow him to smoothly reach the pinnacle of life.
He didn't need the "Hero" positioning at all.
"Is she trying to use this to cover up the negative impact of Professor Didi?"
"Or is she trying to use this to take a political stance?"
"Supporting me is supporting the Valkyrie, supporting the doves, supporting the eldest princess."
Dark Demon's thoughts raced.
What Virt was thinking was already on a completely different level.
But this was also inevitable.
After all, the two had different psychological ages.
...
Regardless.
This incident was a major event for St. Marian Academy.
Ostensibly, the school authorities publicly explained the cause, process, and result of this incident, even having two participants provide corroborating evidence, basically nailing down the outline of this matter, preventing malicious individuals from stirring up trouble.
Coupled with the fact that there were actually no casualties, the negative impact was arguably condensed to a minimum.
Although the negative impact still existed.
But the image of the school authorities bravely taking responsibility and not evading it might even gain some praise.
And the Hero's son and the Valkyrie's son, one as a victim and the other as a savior, were simultaneously placed on stage for comparison, which would inevitably draw away a large part of the public's attention.
...
But some things were perhaps unexpected by the adults who didn't care much about children's sensibilities.
...
At the end of the assembly.
Headmistress Cynthia publicly announced that she would temporarily take over from Professor Didi as the lecturer for Magic History and Astronomy until a new professor was appointed.
This made the students, over 90% of whom admired the Headmistress, very excited, somewhat easing the atmosphere.
Headmistress Cynthia announced the dismissal, and the students' discussions suddenly surged, then they left the hall one after another.
Dark Demon and Virt, however, at Headmistress Cynthia's signal, followed her to an office.
"Sit down, don't be too formal."
Headmistress Cynthia casually waved her hand, and a row of tea sets and pastries appeared on the table.
Dark Demon showed no intention of being formal at all. Not only did he sit down, but he also skillfully washed the teacups, poured black tea, and presented the first cup to Virt.
"Ah, thank you."
Virt hurriedly thanked him, though his expression wasn't very good.
Dark Demon then poured himself a cup, sat down, and moistened his dry lips.
Headmistress Cynthia sat down behind her desk, also placing the burden on the table and relaxing her shoulders.
She adjusted her expression slightly and asked, "You two, what do you think of Professor Didi's actions?"
Virt: "Ah? Ah! Not very good, I suppose."
Dark Demon: "Not a good move."
Headmistress Cynthia nodded slightly and didn't ask further.
She then said, "Virt, in this masquerade ball event, your credits were second in your grade, very good."
Virt's face immediately flushed a little, and he mumbled, "It wasn't that great."
Headmistress Cynthia then said to Dark Demon; "Dark Demon, if Alvit knew you could perform like this now, she would definitely cry in my arms."
Dark Demon blushed and said awkwardly, "Headmistress, there's no need to say such things."
Headmistress Cynthia reminisced, "Alvit has always been like this, softer on the inside than anyone, yet stronger on the outside than anyone. No one is more reliable than her. Looking at it now, indeed, like mother, like son."
Dark Demon was suddenly stunned: Do I look like a soft-hearted person?
Headmistress Cynthia: "And Virt, your father too, he was just like you in his student days. Active, restless, very empathetic, easily influenced by those around him, and often swayed because of it. But precisely because of this, he could become a Hero, sympathizing with the people's suffering, fighting for others!"
Hearing the words "father," Virt became somewhat emotional.
Headmistress Cynthia continued, "Your parents, during their student days, both left some things in the academy. I originally didn't want to give them to you so early. But since you already know about the existence of the castle's secret passages, these two treasure maps will be given to you for now. But Dark Demon, don't you go secretly asking Alvit. I know she dotes on you very much and definitely wouldn't be able to resist your pleading."
Dark Demon immediately gave a couple of dry laughs.
Headmistress Cynthia flicked her fingertips, a gentle breeze blew past, and two treasure maps slowly drifted down.
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