Aethelos: The Bastard of Light

Lygar still had the black sphere trembling in his hand when he slowly dispersed it. The expression of anger did not disappear immediately. Violeta watched in silence for a few seconds. · “He has potential… but he’s dangerous, Brock. · There are certain signs there that could become problematic in the future. I hope you can be a sufficient tutor for this kind of student.” · Brock kept his voice calm. · “I try my best. · Regarding Nayb… don’t think too much about it. Just tell me that the Valley of the Wind won’t join the movement. We’ll handle the rest.” · Violeta crossed her arms. · “I don’t manipulate minds to tell these people what they should or shouldn’t want. · But don’t worry. For now… I’ll be on your side.” · At that moment Yana approached, dragging the still-unconscious Vincent by the arm. · “So… the mission was to face these students?” · Violeta let out a small smile. · “Do you think that’s too little, girl?” · Brock almost smiled as well. Lygar arrived right after, still holding his injured shoulder, and stared at the tutor. · “This habit of limiting me is unbearable, Brock.” · Brock’s expression hardened at once. · “I want to talk to you later, Lygar.” · Before the tension could rise further, Jared Hurrakaine approached, brushing dust off his clothes. · “Hey… Lygar, right? · It was a training fight. I hope you didn’t take it to heart.” · Lygar looked at him in silence. · He stuck an arrow in me and now he’s saying it was training? · Jared held out his hand. · “May we meet again… and fight side by side.” · Lygar took his time. The seconds dragged. In the end, he gripped the hand firmly, without smiling. · Meanwhile, at the academy, a rumor was already spreading through the corridors. · Students spoke in low voices. Some laughed. Others simply exchanged glances. Professor Lito was walking down the main hallway when he began to feel the stares and the conversations stopping as he passed. He didn’t understand why. · That was when he saw the newspaper on the floor. · The headline was clear, in large letters: · “Professor Lito Humiliated by the Movement” · The blood drained from his face. He grabbed the newspaper with both hands, eyes scanning the lines without being able to believe it. In the next instant he was already running toward the director’s office. · He knocked hard. · “Joseph! Joseph, I need to speak with you urgently!” · The door opened. Joseph appeared in the doorway, expression impassive. · “Lito. If there was an information leak that attacks the dignity of Solaris, I don’t even want to know. Therefore… don’t show me that newspaper.” · Lito raised the paper, his voice trembling between anger and panic. · “It’s much worse! Look at this! They’re attacking my dignity! · ‘I was humiliated’? This can’t stay like this! We have to find out immediately who spoke to the press!” · Joseph watched him in silence for long seconds. He did not reach out to take the newspaper. He did not change his expression. · He simply let him speak.