NEXT DAY
The Headmistress opened a black box hidden beneath her desk.
Inside rested a shimmering scroll, sealed with demonic runes that pulsed like a living heart 🩸.
"This," she said quietly,"is your new identity."
Aren lifted the scroll.
The moment his fingers touched it, the runes flared—scanning him, judging him, accepting him.
The Headmistress took a slow breath.
"From today… in the Black Continent… you will be—"
The scroll exploded open in a surge of smoke and crimson magic 🌪️🔥
🔥 Lord Vylkan
Demon NobleRank: BaronAge: 18Reputation: InfamousStatus: Lives quietly, rarely seenFamily: Known as good peopleInformation Level: Extremely limited
Aren read the contents calmly.
"…Hmm."
The Headmistress nodded.
"This identity is perfect.Very little information.Very few witnesses."
Aren closed the scroll.
"I understand."
She looked straight at him.
"You are him now."
She snapped her fingers.
Magic swallowed Aren whole 🌑✨
His skin darkened into demon-gray.Two black horns curled from his head.His eyes burned crimson 🔴.His presence radiated demonic heat.The air itself bent away from him.
She handed him a dark cloak.
"And your name there is Karath.Do not speak the name Aren in the Black Continent."
Aren nodded.
"What is my reward?"
She smiled knowingly.
"Your past memories.Once the mission is complete… I will return them."
Aren closed the scroll completely.
"No need. I trust you."
For a single heartbeat…the Headmistress almost smiled like a proud mother.
Then her voice hardened.
"Go.Begin your journey."
Aren's Journey to the Demon Continent 🌩️
That night, Aren left the Academy.
Through dark forests 🌲Across raging seas 🌊Into the endless storms guarding the Black Continent ⚡
He traveled alone.
Silent.Focused.Unstoppable.
Somewhere between realms, the demon identity fused fully into him.
His footsteps cracked stone.Shadows twisted around his body.Mermaids fled.Beasts bowed.Demons whispered in fear—
"Lord Karath… has returned."
He never slowed.
Team Father's Reaction 💔
Back at the Academy…
Ben, King, and Horse stood outside Aren's room.
King knocked.
No answer.
Ben opened the door.
Empty.
Horse: "Ho… ho…?" 🐴
King panicked.
"WHERE IS AREN!?"
Ben frowned.
"He never disappears like this…"
A maid hurried past.
"The Headmistress is calling you."
They ran.
She sat calmly, sipping tea ☕.
"He is gone."
King nearly collapsed.
"WHAT!? WHERE!? WHY!?"
Ben's voice cracked.
"We… didn't even say goodbye…"
Horse lowered his head.
The Headmistress raised a hand.
"He left for… special training."
King's eyes narrowed.
"What kind of training sends him away alone for months!?"
She answered without emotion:
"Training for war."
Silence.
Cold.Heavy.
She added quietly:
"Phase Three is real hell.Train hard.Because there are fates worse than death."
Ben wiped his eyes.
Horse nodded solemnly.
King whispered:
"Hurry back, Aren…"
They didn't know—
Aren was already walking through the gates of Demon-Ore Academy…
Not as a human.
Not as a hero.
But as Lord Karath 👑🔥The most infamous, solitary demon nobleto ever step into history.
And the world had no ideawhat it had just unleashed. 🌑🔥