Four figures emerged from the main building, their presence immediately commanding attention despite no visible displays of power.
Lunaâs Empath skill flared as she registered their emotional auras.
These four were different. Their emotions were... guarded and controlled. Like looking at a fortress wall instead of an open field.
The middle-aged man with greying hair spoke first, his voice carrying the authority of someone used to command.
"Youâre back... About time."
But as Gregorâs eyes found Luna, something felt... off.
He looked at this black-haired girl and found himself thinking she was trustworthy.
Without knowing anything about her and without any logical reason.
âWhat...â
Beside him, Vash frowned slightly, his blunt nature showing confusion for just a moment before his expression cleared.
Castorâs analytical eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, his sharp mind catching something wrong with his own reaction.
Yaraâs gentle face remained composed, but her hand twitched slightly, the only sign of internal discomfort.
The four of them exchanged the briefest of glances.
Silent communication between veterans whoâd survived together.
Damianâs posture shifted slightly, becoming more formal.
"Gregor. Vash. Yara. Castor."
He nodded to each in turn, genuine respect showing through.
"Itâs good to see you all."
The bulky, bald man, Vash, grinned widely.
"You fought like a man in that portal. Tearing apart those creatures with your bare hands. Brilliant. Exactly how fighting should be."
The young woman, Yara, slapped the back of his head, her gentle features showing exasperation.
"Donât encourage him. And watch your mouth around the children."
She turned to Damian, her expression becoming concerned.
"Itâs good that youâre safe. But you almost lost your mind in there. How are you now? Mentally?"
Damian smiled.
"Iâm good. Better than I was, actually."
The thin man, Castor, stepped forward, his calculating eyes studying Damian with analytical precision.
"We read the reports about what happened inside. The Federation released survivor testimony. Everything you did, everything you fought..." He paused. "It seems we underestimated you when we first met."
His voice carried no resentment, just honest reassessment.
"And now you are B- rank at sixteen... Most of us took years to reach that level. Youâre progressing faster than should be possible."
Gregorâs expression became more serious.
"Mental damage isnât something to ignore. You should spend time resting, focus on building your mental defense skills before pushing forward again."
Damian nodded slowly.
"I was planning to start working on that. Maybe develop some skills specifically for mental protection."
Vash crossed his arms, his blunt nature showing through.
"Shouldâve just killed all the Nobles while you were in there... Wouldâve solved a lot of problems."
Smack
Yara hit him again, harder this time, her eyes darting toward the children playing nearby.
"Not. Around. The. Kids."
Vash rubbed his head, looking appropriately chastised.
Gregorâs voice became quieter, carrying weight.
"You shouldnât listen to this idiot... There were Imperial heirs involved. Killing them would have brought down consequences even we couldnât protect you from."
His expression became distant and cold.
"If you want to go against them. Just have patience and wait for the right moment... Like weâve been doing all these years."
The four of them shared a look, brief but heavy with shared history.
Lunaâs Empath skill showed her the truth underneath their words.
Hatred.
Deep and burning, all-consuming hatred directed at Nobles and at the entire power structure of the Federation.
These four werenât just fugitives running from consequences. They were survivors of something terrible, carrying grudges that had festered for decades.
âWhat happened to them?â
****
More people approached, these ones less guarded, their emotions radiating openly.
An older man with weathered features and sharp eyes led the group. His Aura marked him as A+ rank, and his entire bearing screamed "veteran."
"Boss... Good to see you back in one piece."
"Mike." Damian nodded respectfully. "How have things been?"
"Stable... Alessioâs already given you the overview, Iâm sure. But thereâs something you should know about."
His expression became more serious.
Behind him, three others stepped forward, a scarred man who moved like a fighter, a woman with calculating eyes who looked like she could shoot the wings off a fly, and another man whose entire posture screamed discipline.
"This is Pavel, Katya, and Marco," Damian introduced them to Luna. "They have been with us from the start."
Luna noted how each of them bowed slightly when introduced, their emotional auras showing genuine respect mixed with that same underlying fear sheâd sensed from the others.
They respected Damian. But they were also terrified of him.
Damian turned his attention back to Mike.
"You said thereâs something I should know?"
Mikeâs weathered face became grim.
"Ever since the entrance exam results were announced, weâve had hundreds of strong presences entering the city."
"What are they doing?"
"Nothing... Thatâs whatâs strange. Theyâre not causing trouble, not making moves and not even trying to hide their presence. Just... looking around and observing. Like theyâre gathering information."
Mike pulled out a tablet, began scrolling through surveillance reports.
"Many of them have visited the mayor. Based on our sources inside the mayorâs office, they were asking questions about our organizationâs strength, our leadership structure and our capabilities."
He paused, his eyes shifting to Luna.
"But most of them were asking specifically about Luna Valcor. Whether sheâd arrived yet, where sheâd be staying and how close her relationship to you was."
The courtyard fell silent.
Every eye turned toward Luna, whose silver eyes had widened with surprise.
âTheyâre asking about me? Why? I havenât even started at the Academy yet.â
Damianâs expression hadnât changed, but Luna felt his protective instincts flare through their emotional connection.
"How many above A rank?"
Gregor answered, his voice carrying professional assessment.
"None at S rank that weâve detected. Weâve been monitoring carefully. The strongest presence weâve registered was peak A+ rank, and even that individual only stayed for a few hours before leaving."
His calculating eyes studied Luna carefully.
"Theyâre gathering intelligence, not preparing for any direct action."
Castor stepped forward, his analytical mind clearly processing patterns.
"You and Luna were always going to attract attention. Same family, both with exceptional talent, both commoners rising to prominence."
His voice became more pointed.
"But this level of interest in Luna specifically suggests something more. Theyâre trying to understand her value, her potential threat and her possible uses. Itâs the first time a commoner ranked first after all."
Damianâs jaw tightened slightly, his only visible reaction.
"Continue monitoring them. I want to know everyâ"
Buzz Buzz Buzz
Multiple communication devices activated simultaneously.
Luna pulled out her communicator, her hands moving automatically despite the confusion.
Messages from school friends and from people she barely knew.
All asking the same question:
Why didnât you tell us about your background?
âWhat?â
She opened the news feed, her silver eyes scanning the headline that dominated every major outlet.
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BREAKING: Military Police Vice-Director Acknowledges Granddaughter
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The article loaded, and Luna felt the ground shift beneath her as she read.
Military Police Vice-Director Felix Onyx has formally acknowledged Luna Valcor, first-ranked student in this yearâs Stormhold Academy entrance examinations, as his granddaughter and placed her under official military protection.
Luna Valcor is the daughter of Alaric Valcor and Lyandra Valcor. Records indicate Lyandra Valcor is Felix Onyxâs daughter, though their relationship has been estranged for many years. This marks the first time Vice-Director Onyx has publicly acknowledged family connections.
Military sources confirm that both Alaric and Lyandra Valcor are active-duty awakeners who recently returned to northern frontline positions. Their specific ranks and operational designations remain classified, though anonymous sources suggest both hold positions of significant authority within military command structure.
Damian Valcor, Lunaâs older brother and the most prominent student at Stormhold Academy, was adopted by the Valcor family after Alaric Valcor saved Bloodmoon City from a beast tide sixteen years ago. Records indicate Damianâs biological parents died during that incident.
The announcement raises questions about why Vice-Director Onyx has not formally acknowledged Damian Valcor despite his exceptional achievements. Sources close to the military suggest this may be due to controversial survival methods documented in recent portal incident reports.
However, public sentiment remains overwhelmingly supportive of Damian Valcor, with many viewing him and his organization as symbols of commoner advancement in a Federation long dominated by Noble and Imperial families.
Analysts predict this revelation will significantly impact this yearâs Academy enrollment, with commoner applications expected to reach unprecedented levels.
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