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Chapter 14 - Void of Intelligence

We don't say that name. It can crumble the morale of our soldiers in a whisper.

Caesar was briefly paralysed. He looked around his class, gaining more interest in them. He couldn't believe that there were students who were able to pass the Entrance trials without a Divinity. As Caesar remembered the trials, a sudden chill went down his spine.

But...

I know, the announcer said it, Ms. Fiah rubbed her scribbles from the chalkboard, I don't know why, but he lied. But in all honesty, some of your classmates do not have any Divinity. Take this student, for example.

She gestured to a girl, who squirmed when she realized that she was the one the teacher was referring to. With her chalk white hair cut in a masculine fashion, flawless brown skin, and rimless glasses, she looked beautiful by normal standards.

Her outperforming feature was her deep blue eyes that moved like a lava lamp, and her hair always moving, despite the absence of wind.

Atlanta Shelly North, the daughter of Admiral Blue Madison North. Like mother, like Daughter, they say, Ms. Fiah teased, which made Atlanta cover her face with a notebook. Anyways, Caesar, she is a marine spirit who entered the trials and passed with flying colors. She has advanced mastery over some attributes like Never Neverland or Heavy Trident, and she also inherited powerful abilities from her blood. But no Divinity.

Caesar watched in awe as Atlanta cleaned her glasses with a handkerchief and started turning translucent in shame. 

 As Caesar wanted to greet Atlanta, a sweet tune, like a melody, was repeatedly played.

Already? Ms. Fiah asked, Well, children, looks like class is dismissed, you can go to your next lesson.    

As everyone was exiting the class, Caesar was eager to talk to Atlanta. Before he could leave, Ms. Fiah placed her hands on Caesar's shoulder and whispered, You still have questions, right?

Caesar smiled. A lot, actually. It's about Melios and more about divinity.

Ms. Fiah didn't smile, but kept a neutral face. " There are things about the paths of Melios, the 66 sub-category of grace, what Divinity is and etc. Meet me another day, then I will answer your questions, deal?

Caesar nodded and left the room. His brain was still itching for answers. None of the main points of the story made any sense. Melios was portrayed as a pure ghoul at the start of the story, and at the climax, he suddenly ran amok. And there was no reason for his actions, and they just decided to grant him an execution? 

What a terrible written story, in my opinion.

And this is where you get to see Caesar's talent; his talent of curiosity. He is always asking questions and won't stop until he is fully satisfied, and in this case, he wasn't. It felt like there was a big hole in his chest waiting to be filled with answers.

Next lesson was Hexes; the study of potions and their composition, and Caesar asked countless questions.

The professor of the subject was a Neptunian male, hailing from Shawnforth. With well-sculpted muscles pushing against his shirt, his long, lush brown hair, you could almost not pay attention to his razor-sharp rows of teeth, his gills on his neck, and his light green skin. His name was Pierrot Zeen Cumberland, or Mr. Pierr for short.

He was slow to anger with Caesar's countless questions, and he tried to answer them calmly, such as Why does the Assassin lizard venom kill mammals, but not other creatures? or Why does the Luck Vile kill ghouls? Or why do Galeburst ectoplasm strengthen Elves only when the moon of Rui shines?

Often, when Caesar asks one of his brilliant questions, the teacher would reply with "Sorry, my friend, the questions will be answered in later lessons."

But one answer impressed Caesar: "Hmmm. The Luck vile kills ghouls because the race is bound by a curse. They are essentially made entirely of curses, so introducing luck in their DNA is just terrible, as it could destroy the very essence that made them." 

The lesson on strengthening potions was excellent, and Caesar was haste to make a potion for his father. Caesar also made an acquaintance with Atlanta, so it was an overall progressive class.

1st break arrived after the sweet melody of the dismiss sound.

Caesar, Chalybe, Izobel, Zeus, and Fenrir met up in a grassy field. The Black Meadows grassfield was impeccable, with low-cut grass that caught the light of the sun, Zuizui.

Trees were randomly planted around the field, housing various fruits that were safe for consumption. Many students arrived at the venue, so the quintet lounged under a gerry-plum tree, a small, red fruit with a lot of nutritional value.

Fenrir was the most excited, as he hugged Caesar and charismatically greeted the others. 

They all plopped themselves under the tree and brought out their food and cuisines, and began to share stories of their experiences; Fenrir said that he attended Biology, or Life graph inputting, which made Zeus cough up his Greyfruit juice. He said it was confusing, but he had fun, and he also enjoyed getting acquainted with Megara.

Izzy complained about Caesar asking too many questions, which made the group laugh.

Fenrir also showed his companions his data.

Name: Fenrir Wolf Endymion

Blessed Name: David

Race: Demiwolf

Year: Year 1

Year Rank: 9th out of 209

Divinity: Ragnarok ( Able to use pure grace to increase the physical strength of anything and create constructs)

Divinity Class: Charity (Divinity that draws from the nature or the universe)

Attributes: [Neverland], [Berserk], [Spawn of fangs], [Mountain lord]

Class: Sentinel — The shield, the frontline, and the immovable strength of any unit.

Fenrir sighed, Guess I'm not the sharpest wolf.

Caesar shared his void of intelligence with his companions; his suspicion of the Melios story and his inability to bury his theory that they are hiding something. Caesar appreciated the way they listened and didn't judge.

Chalybe's snow white hair glistened under the sunlight, as he took a bite of his Cardigen fish rice. I am not going to pretend that I was not aware. I know of your hobby of asking a lot of questions, and you are never satisfied.

Caesar blinked at Chalybe. What do you mean, mister?

Chalybe gulped down a spoonful of rice. Anytime you claim that you are satisfied with your curiosity, another just comes up. You are always wondering, looking for a mystery to be solved.

Caesar spread his arms.

Because this world is just one big question. And every answer just leads to more. Caesar's voice turned more serious. Is like ... this world is built on mysteries, kind of like a world of mysteries.

Izobel looked at the two boys and sighed.

You boys and your fantasy. Izobel then touched her chin, but I have to say, Caesar's question in history intrigued me. The story of Melios sounded too, what's the word?, incomplete.

Caesar's eyes gleamed, Like they were hiding something.

Well, I'm no smart wolf, Fenrir proclaimed, but I don't think the kingdom is hiding anything. Zion has been a symbol of light and goodness, so I don't think they safeguard a dark secret.

Fenrir's eye drifted to Zeus, who was gulping down a drink from his metal bottle. Hey Zeus, does my nose smell red grape juice?

I'm not sharing it, Fenrir. Zeus replied

C'mon, they are really good. Fenir pleaded

After a series of discussions and Atlanta waving at Caesar shyly, the sweet melody sounded, and the group headed to class.

Caesar walked slowly, siloquizing on his companion's words. I don't think the kingdom is hiding anything. That's what Fenrir thought, and that's what they all thought.

Caesar took a deep breath and trudged to his class through the halls, marvelling at the countless luminous pillars. 

Hey, Ceasa, stop slacking, Zeus called out, while finally giving Fenrir a sip from his bottle.

Caesar smiled with one of his devious, yet charming smiles and galloped to his next class with his confidants.

As Caesar laughed with his companions, he had no way of knowing that his family's estate had been marked with blood. 

Alarms blared. The Percival manor has been shaken to its core. The Percivals are in despair. Albert's study was trashed, like a mighty hurricane had rummaged through the place. The paintings, the pieces of furniture, the rugs, the bed, the stove; they were all destroyed. Albert Gregory Percival was attacked, and two giant claw marks wounded his chest. Is the eccentric billionaire dead? 

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