"Is that all?" Hayatobi asked, his silver eyes locking onto Grace.
Grace nodded her head, and sat back down, the heavy gazes of the surrounding elite students pressing into her shoulders.
"Oh, don't worry... The Demon Emperor will not act himself, so don't worry." He said, waving a hand dismissively as if brushing away a minor inconvenience rather than the threat of a cataclysmic entity.
At least, this calmed down the students' hearts. A collective sigh of relief echoed through the lower tiers of the hall, but it was a comfort granted only to the ignorant ones. Those forged in the fires of real combat—like Mirabella, Hitachi, Austin, Aurelia, and Rose—simply frowned, their expressions darkening. They knew that in the world of high-tier cultivators, a monarch didn't need to act personally to orchestrate a massacre; his mere presence corrupted the land.
