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Chapter 299: Obvious Convergence

The man who showed the students those horrifying sights was relaxing on his chair, eating the good food he was promised, while the man who had to deal with the aftermath lectured him as one would his misbehaving child.

He asked about how Emir could kill the student without his nanobots exploding due to his violation of the binding contract, yet he was aired.

It was only after forcing an answer out of him that he realized it was a simple matter: Felix was no longer considered a student, and the contract \'died\' once he was outed as a monster.

This revelation was vaguely mentioned in the floating gossip. It had been around half an hour since the incident, and rumors began to spread.

They ranged from the simple to the extreme. Yet none mentioned him killing a student.

Amon had done his job well.

Those who witnessed the head that flew had kept quiet.

Some were afraid of the contract\'s consequences, while the smart understood that Emir saved them from ending up in a Symbiote\'s stomach.

Meanwhile, those who saw the parting clouds yapped about it to all they met.

They were the ones that fanned the flames, even speculating that Emir fought Amon.

Well... such a scenario wasn\'t too far from the truth.

Especially not now, as Amon was inches away from socking Emir a new one.

"Listen you-"

"What? You\'ve got nothing on me... I knew that you\'d get all anal about me destroying stuff, so I didn\'t, and guess what? Your trap didn\'t work... you\'re shit out of luck!"

Amon sighed, his anger reaching its limit, now no longer inches away from killing the man in front of him, but mere millimeters.

"I beg you, interrupt me one more time, and, by God, help me, I\'ll kill you..."

Emir tilted his head.

"By God? That\'s not something I\'ve heard other celestials say before... Are you, by chance, special Principal Amon? Religious maybe? From Templar?"

His every word goated the man in front of him as if he were begging Amon to kill him. "Haha..."

But surprisingly, the old man calmed down after he heard that question.

"Do you think that I\'d be the strongest man on Earth otherwise?"

Amon threw out his bait, wanting to catch Emir as he did him.

"Are you? ...The strongest man on Earth I mean."

But Emir denied his attempt, muddling the waters even further.

"I am, or do you think Isaac\'s stronger?"

Amon tried again, wanting any advantage over Emir.

"Don\'t know. Everyone calls him the strongest, but I beg to differ..."

Yet his opponent poured corrosive oil into their river, turning it from just murky water into a dangerous trap, where even standing nearby could prove perilous for most.

"There has to be some dude out there who\'s stronger but hides under his shadow, using it to shield himself from the public and pursue his own agenda."

Amon stayed quiet, his intention to stay away from the trap, not wanting to risk it.

"Do you know someone like that, Principal?"

But Emir, not one to hold back, pressed on his advantage, pushing Amon towards the river with each word.

"I bet you do... Quite the bit actually."

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Emir joined the silence, his eyes looked into Amon\'s as they stared at each other for what approximately felt like a...

"..."

Dozen minutes or so.

And their senses were accurate as twelve minutes did, in fact, pass.

That stare-off was broken as Amon shook his head.

"...Heh."

"Hahaha..."

"PUWAHWAHHHAHA!"

"WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

What started out as a low chuckle grew into full-blown laughter shared between the two. Collective laughter that could threaten to destroy a mortal\'s eardrums.

The reason for this was that they reached a standstill.

Emir gave Amon what he wanted while also implying that he knew more than he let on.

When probed to give more, Emir only regurgitated what Amon already knew.

It was useless to continue any further.

They both knew that from experience, one that they gained earlier in the day.

Their debate...

If both were to tell the truth, they would admit that they cared not for kingship.

That debate held no further meaning than taking a look at each other\'s inner workings.

Now, however, was a true battle of words and minds.

Just before their fight, Amon lectured Emir, wanting to set him on the straight and narrow, wanting him to act like how a professor would.

But he was set in his ways, as if an old man on his death bed, extremely hardheaded, only causing further annoyance to permeate the room at each rebuttal.

That culminated into this... wild laughter.

They let out all their bubbling emotions.

"...haaaaah, the Order sure are troublesome."

Emir nodded at Amon\'s words.

"They are indeed. After all without them, I wouldn\'t know any of this, especially not an incident like this one."

Amon sighed again, fixing the black cloth that covered the remnants of Felix\'s mushy head.

"Right... And just before I go, quick warning, don\'t use my name to threaten my professors

again, alright?"

Emir raised his brows.

"What do you mean?"

"Don\'t play with me; you know who I\'m talking about."

"Sure, but are you saying that even if they\'re bad? What happened to your ideals?"

A chuckle left Amon as he stood up.

"Look who\'s talking, and besides, he\'s better than some unknown."

"True, but whaaat? Me? Bad? Who said that?"

The principal shrugged his shoulders while heading towards the door.

"You forgot what you did two days ago?"

"But you don\'t know what I did."

With a quick command from Amon, the door opened, allowing him exit.

"Exactly."

"But he\'s way worse than me!"

Emir\'s screams were ignored as Amon left the office without looking back.

\'Touche~...\'

A moment passed, and what took his place were two students.

Aria and Elijah.

\'Hm... an obvious convergence. I wonder what else would change...\'

Emir quickly took the container that had its head off the table and placed it underneath his

desk.

"Welcome, welcome... please come sit."

Worried at what he saw, Elijah asked:

"What was that big bro?"

And what type of big brother would lie to the little one who looked up to him?

"Just a head, don\'t worry about it."

"...Sure."

Elijah didn\'t worry about it and moved on, just like he was asked.

Then he approached the desk, alongside a nervous Aria, and sat on one of the chairs oppositen/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

it.

Aria did the same, though much slower, clearly nervous.

"So? What might you need from me?"