Nine Lotus Academy…
On top of the SWORD Mountain…
The cold wind swept across the snow peaks as clouds drifted beneath the towering cliffs, giving the place an almost divine presence. At the edge of one such peak, a heavy stone door slowly opened.
The first prince of the imperial British family, Mark Smith, finally came out of his room after a deep seclusion.
His aura was calm, restrained, but suffocatingly dense, like a blade hidden within silk.
Thinking about taking the monthly mission from the academy administration hall, he opened the door and stepped out in combat clothes.
But just as he stepped out, he saw a soldier in the imperial uniform.
Young master, the servant directly bowed his head while holding the sword like a soldier's salute.
Mark frowned slightly. He did not like interruptions, especially not from outside forces.
"What is it? Any urgent news?" Mark asked with a serious look.
