Bab 418: The Daughter of the Headmaster and the Realm Lord

Yet, Annabelle wasn't all that worried about her staying in the matches until at least the semifinals. After all, she was an Immortal King herself, and not even a weak one, as she was of Grade 5, putting her ahead of even a lot of Second Generation Students!

'I can do this!' Annabelle thought with an unexpected surge of determination as she clenched her dainty fists and finished up eating before moving over to the outdoor Training Grounds.

As she worked on polishing her rusty strength and skills, Azmodeus found himself plopped onto a chair, which was situated right next to the chair that the young thug leader was forced to sit on. Noticing the vengeful glare boring holes into the side of his head, Azmodeus looked away from the professor who had temporarily left the room after going through a very intense session of scolding them.