Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls Chapter 110: Members of the Sword

"Know each other?!" Irelia exclaid, turning to the others. "Kael is my training partner! He was my rival every day during our journey here!! Basically, my disciple!"

'She's still crazy...' Umbra hovered near Irelia's head. 'You should start setting limits on these won. These three have the potential to be absolutely devastating.' She comnted, and Kael could only agree.

"Ah… cut the crap," Kael said, lifting his gaze to et hers. "The only master is Adalric. You're just a sparring partner." His calm tone was almost eerie, but…

The impact of his words was imdiate. The atmosphere in the room shifted as if the very air had grown heavier.

"A-Adalric Ainsworth?!" Alia stamred, clearly shocked.

"Oh, yes!" Irelia answered casually, flashing an innocent smile. "He's my uncle!"

The stunned expressions on the faces of the disciplinary team were almost comical.

"We're talking about the sa Adalric Ainsworth?!" Liam murmured, furrowing his brows.

"The very sa," Darius confird, crossing his arms. "One of the Four Sword Kings. The legendary swordsman who defeated fifty knights alone… and then complained that it was a poor training session."

Kael sighed heavily, already feeling the irritating direction this conversation was taking.

"Considering how long I trained with him, I barely learned anything. So stop praising for nothing." He tried to shut down the discussion, but…

"Barely learned anything, my ass!" Irelia practically exploded, her eyes shining with indignation. "In just ONE WEEK, you reached MY level! And I've been training since I was EIGHT YEARS OLD!"

Silence fell over the room.

Zane, who had been relaxed up until now, was now eyeing Kael with a calculating gaze. Alia seed to be processing the information, while Lyra simply wore a small, amused smile.

"So… let get this straight." Darius leaned forward slightly. "You trained with one of the Four Sword Kings and, in a week, matched Irelia Ainsworth's combat level?"

Kael gave them a bored look.

"Do you all really need to repeat everything you just heard?"

"Yes." Zane, Darius, Alia, and Clarissa responded in unison.

Kael ran a hand over his face, exasperated.

"You're all exaggerating. It's not that impressive."

"And he's still modest! As if it's nothing!" Irelia shouted, stomping her foot. "I swear, you drive insane sotis!"

Umbra, who had been silently hovering around Irelia's head, finally spoke. "You really need to start setting boundaries with these won, Kael." Her voice echoed in his mind. "These three have the potential to be devastating."

Kael let out another sigh. "You think I don't know that?"

"Alright, let's set that aside." Riven's firm voice cut through the conversation, drawing everyone's attention. "It seems we still have so late arrivals." She glanced toward the door, where the last mbers had yet to appear.

"How many of us are there in total?" Alia asked, crossing her arms as she observed the group.

Liam, who had naturally assud a leadership role without needing an official title, answered calmly:

"There are ten of us."

Kael, who had been silently observing, slightly raised his gaze toward the door.

"And it looks like the last ones have arrived."

The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall before the door slowly opened, revealing three familiar figures: Arthur, Elizabeth, and… Sylphie.

Elizabeth was the first to speak, offering a slight bow as a gesture of respect. "Apologies for the delay. We were with the director."

The revelation sparked a small wave of murmurs among those already present.

"Three more mbers of royal families…" Zane muttered, crossing his arms with a sigh. "That makes one prince and two princesses."

Sylphie, maintaining her elegant and composed posture, corrected him without hesitation: "Two princes."

Zane's gaze imdiately shifted to her, and there was sothing more in his expression… not just surprise, but a faint trace of hostility.

"And who is the arrogant one who hasn't even introduced himself?" Zane questioned, his voice laced with a challenging tone. To him, it was absurd that soone would simply declare themselves a "prince" without him even knowing they existed.

The room fell into brief silence as everyone's attention turned to the exchange between the two.

It was Alia who broke the silence, not even bothering to hide her amusent:

"You're unbelievably stupid." She said bluntly, as always. "How do you not recognize the surna of the Witch Queen?"

Riven smirked slightly, as if she had already anticipated this kind of situation. "Honestly, who wouldn't recognize her surna?"

"Naïve." Clarissa added, her voice devoid of emotion.

Zane furrowed his brows, clearly irritated. "Hey, if everyone knows, then why not just say it already?!"

And then—he felt it.

A chilling shiver ran down his spine, as if sothing invisible had briefly pressed down on his entire body. It wasn't magic. It wasn't a spell.

It was just Kael's presence.

The young man took a step forward, his eyes gleaming with a sharp intensity, his serene smile carrying an unmistakable weight.

"I am the grandson of the Witch Queen." He declared, his voice calm yet resounding like thunder in the air.

Then, he stepped closer to Zane, leaning in slightly to whisper sothing only he could hear:

"If you don't want to end up sealed in concrete forever, I suggest you stop showing hostility toward Princess Sylphie."

The threat was spoken calmly. Dangerously. Absolutely.

Zane didn't reply. He couldn't. He simply stood there, frozen, feeling the sheer weight of Kael's presence upon him.

"That's enough." Liam's firm voice sliced through the tension, imdiately drawing everyone's attention. His gaze shifted to Elizabeth, analyzing her expectantly.

"I imagine you have news, considering you just ca from the director's office." His tone carried an air of authority, making it clear he expected a straight answer.

Arthur was the one to respond, nodding. "Yes. The director wants us to introduce ourselves officially to the entire school."

He paused briefly before adding, "We need to head to the main assembly hall. This will be our formal introduction."

They exchanged glances before nodding in agreent…

A Few Minutes Later...

The Azalith Academy Hall was packed.

Thousands of students filled the stands and corridors, each murmuring in anticipation of what was about to unfold. The grand stained-glass windows cast colorful beams of light onto the polished marble floor, while the academy's banners fluttered gently, influenced by the magic that perated the air.

At the center of the elevated stage, Lyra, the Student Council's assistant, maintained an impeccable posture. Her gaze swept over the crowd before she raised her voice—clear and firm—amplified by a projection spell.

"Now that all the rules for club recruitnt have been thoroughly explained..." She paused strategically, allowing the audience to quiet down. "The Student Council would like to formally introduce a new force within Azalith. A group handpicked by the Director himself to resolve and prevent conflicts among students."

An imdiate wave of murmurs spread through the crowd. Ever since rumors had begun circulating, curiosity had grown—who were the chosen ones?

Lyra smiled slightly, reveling in the growing anticipation. "Additionally, this group will have the authority to enforce punishnts on those who disturb the order." Her expression beca more serious, her words carrying an undeniable weight. "All for the sake of peace and security within our academy."

The tension in the air was palpable. So students looked uneasy, while others were utterly captivated.

"Now, please..." Lyra gestured toward the grand side entrance of the hall. "Give them a warm welco."

The massive oak doors slowly swung open with a deep, resonant creak. An absolute silence fell over the hall.

And then, they entered.

Kael led the group, walking with his hands in his pockets and a calm expression, yet his presence was overwhelming. His black uniform, adorned with golden details, seed to absorb the light, while his dark red cape billowed behind him. Each step echoed through the hall, and rely the ntion of his na had already spread like wildfire throughout the academy.

Beside him, Irelia strode forward with radiant confidence, her golden hair shimring under the magical lights of the hall. A slight smile graced her lips, and her bright blue eyes reflected a fierce excitent.

Sylphie, on the other hand, maintained a more composed posture, yet her presence was undeniable. Her long silver hair contrasted against the uniform, and her aura was nothing short of imposing.

Walking next to Sylphie, Alia exuded an elegant coldness. Her gaze scanned the crowd with a calculating expression, and the chilling energy emanating from her made several students instinctively recoil.

Behind them, the remaining mbers followed, each carrying their own distinct presence. Ten in total, they looked like an elite squadron.

Whispers spread among the students—so filled with excitent, others with unease.

"They look way too powerful..."

"Wait, is that Kael Scarlet?!"

"Are there royalty mbers in this group?! Is this for real?"

Lyra waited until they were positioned beside her before finally announcing:

"I present to you... The Blades."

At that very mont, a magical tremor reverberated through the hall, as if the academy itself acknowledged the arrival of its new force.