ARCHDEUS

FUCKING CONSCRIPTION(8)

"Well, now how do we solve all this mess?"

Winson glared at the six mischievous disciples standing in his room.

Damnit damnit!

Lane was unable to think clearly before. Because of his anger, he punches Alex mercilessly and foolishly, he attacks a very easy-to-see area of the face. So it's easy to know that Alex has had a fight.

The wound on the face was known to instructor Morel, and Alex did not hide his actions. He truthfully recounts all the events and eventually Lane and his group as well as Grain are called. But no one expected that this case would be directly handled by Winson. While the six men were on trial, Alex casually slept and ate fruit in the infirmary. It was common knowledge for the instructors that Alex was a noble so they treated him like a VIP guest.

"Sir, he was the one who attacked us first. He asked us to go there and then pelted us with a rock" Lane shouted.

"Yes, Sir. He leaned on me and forced Kak Lane to hand over the money."

Lane and his group try to make excuses. But that actually makes Winson's head veins arise.

Huh huh? Why did the boy ask you for money. Shit, if you make excuses, give more sense.

While others try to corner the man in the infirmary, Grain is the only one defending him.

"Sir, Alex is not that kind of person. He's trying to help me out of them."

"What lies are you talking about. Ah .. right, you also conspired with him and threatened us. Look, he's the only one who wasn't hurt. Are you the boss who told him to?!"

Lane yells at Grain and makes threatening eyes. He then glanced at Winson who was still in his chair.

"Sir, we're really victims here. We attacked him for defending ourselves. Maybe he didn't expect that we came in droves."

"Yes, yes, you have a sad excuse. Why does that kid bother you anyway. Hahh .. hey you!" winson pointed to Grain.

"I, Sir?"

"Yes, take off your clothes."

While Grain was puzzled, she kept her clothes off. Lane and his group turned pale. Peacock realized what Winson was going to check.

Grain's body is full of bruises. It is still red but in the next few days it will turn purple or black.

Winson had already guessed after he saw Grain was the only person who still had an unharmed face. Unmistakably, the person who attacked him deliberately struck in an invisible place. Then he turned his eagle gaze to Lane and his group to ask for an explanation.

Lane and his men turned pale. It was clear Winson was suspicious of them.

"S-sir-"

"I'd rather you be honest."

Lane was stunned after hearing the warning. Lane tries to turn his brain around to find a solution but all the evidence and circumstances lead to them. But he still has the ultimate style. His status as the son of a baronet would be able to influence all of this. No one wants to find trouble with nobles even though the nobility does not even include peerage though. Winson and his father were equal but his father was still active and serving the kingdom while Winson was a veteran and serving the county. So it's pretty clear that his father still has an advantage. But there is still a risk if he asks for this special right. He was afraid that Winson might take that as a threat.

However, there is no other way.

"Sir, you know, my father was a Sir Knight. He has taught me about manners and knighthood traits. With all the honor, I hope Sir can understand this moment."

Lane changed his posture to be more orderly and bowed in a friendly manner. The movement was trained several times by his father but this was the first time he used it.

The members cheered in admiration and their eyes twinkled. As expected of a noble brings a noble and graceful impression. Grain swallowed with worry. When a noble shows his dominance, then things can change according to their will. Grain clenched his hands in fear and cold sweat flooded back into his body.

Winson shook his head. He cannot believe this natural stupidity.

Was he seriously using his status to fight against that brat?

Winson was a little amazed by Alex who until now had not shown his fangs. But he knew that sooner or later the fangs would be known even if it wasn't the boy who revealed them. Winson sighed, before he finally looked at Lane sympathetically.

"You're trying to protect yourself behind your parents' big name?"

"I'm sorry?"

Lane tilted his head in confusion at the question. Shouldn't one be more careful when asking something sensitive like this.

"Son, do you know who that person is currently in the infirmary?"

Seeing that no one knew, Winson asked again.

The students were also wondering at first. It was unlikely that a trivial matter like this would be directly addressed by the Head of the Training Barracks. But since they remembered that the case involved Lane, they only suspected that was the cause. But Winson's statement once again changed everyone's view.

"Even if it's the son of a viscount though, I can still ignore this matter and bestow it on a senior instructor."

"!!!"

The six young warriors finally understood one thing. They gulped and their faces paled, especially Lane. From Winson's statement, only one conclusion was in his head.

B-the boy is a nobleman. B-not a peerage outside like me. D-he's a top-level noble! If it was above the viscount, what could the count be?! But who!?

Then Lane remembered one news that was quite popular in the city.

The eldest son of Count Fertiphile could not use a sword and a piece of trash. It means he can't be at the military academy.

Lane swallowed his saliva.

He's right here.

While the five people had yet to realize that, Lane finally raised his gaze and looked at him frantically, Winson gave a smile.

"It seems that only a few of you are aware of how precarious this situation is. I also have some doubts about handling it. But as a chief, I obviously still have authority and I think you realize what I'm going to give you is better than you guys rejecting it, right?"

The heaviest punishment a barrack could afford was a DO but what was the harshest punishment of a noble? Of course death. Even Lane could not avoid that punishment if it came from a high nobleman like the count. Even though Alex is a scum, he's still the count's son. Thus, if the news that a child count was oppressed by the commoners, it was clear the nobility would not stay silent. They will definitely look for the perpetrator and eliminate him as well as the news source.

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The Presbhenon of Fertihall

High Priestess Feodora knelt on the six holy statues in front of her. He clenched his hands together, praying to his gods.

pyrodeity, Larael (God of Fire)

- Hydrodeity, Anahiel (Water/Sea Goddess)

aerodeity, Athmiel (Air/Sky Goddess)

-Terrodeity, Lithrael (God of Land/Earth)

- Photodeity, Elirael (God of the Sun)

nicrodeity, Cearael (God of Darkness/God of Death)

 High Priestess Feodora was a Presbhenon leader (Provincial-level Temple) in the City of Fertihall, County of Fertiphile.

Feodora had the appearance of an old woman with wrinkles who had shown her age. His skin is no longer tight and sometimes has difficulty in walking due to his increasingly weak physical condition. However, she remained a devout priest and never went through her worship sessions.

Fervently deep, he closed his eyes and continued to pray. When she finished, she got up and called a priestess.

A Priestess came in and saluted. Feodora then asked.

"How are you?"

"High Priestess, she's still stable. But we cannot know when the disease will return."

"Has any of his victims increased?"

"No, High Priestess. The last time he relapsed, we gave the same victim to take care of him."

"Hah .. okay. At least the people who know don't add up."

Feodora then made a complicated face. The wrinkles on the face are increasing. His eyes slightly exuded a sympathetic expression and his mouth trembled.

"We'll take him to the Great Temple after spring. Pontifex has heard of his condition" Feodora said.

"Okay, High Priestess."