章節 39: Chapter 39: Identity
Perseus POV
I still can't believe the academy has a mandatory event where you have to attend the fucking televised raiders draft. Just by being here, I'm being fucking surrounded by persistent reporters and with their large cameras on me, taking the attention away from the actual clan draftees.
I tried asking Craig to just let me be an exception and just put an absent on my attendance sheet, but he refused. I don't know why he's mad at me though, we gotten along nicely in class, he even had Emma to keep her eyes on me at all times so that I can't escape.
"Look, my clan is close, can you just let me leave? The news articles on me are blowing up more than just out of proportions." I pleaded "My sister can just babysit me and make sure I not leave the vicinity.'
"Just think of this as a punishment for breaking my heart." she replied
"Oh my god, are we still on that stupid topic?"
I had to wear sunglasses just so I can darken out the fucking camera flashes, this shit suck. I'm not one of those guys who use their successful raider status to get fucking sponsors and money, I already am financially stable enough as I am from my yearly salary and the rare artifacts I get from dungeons.
My class at least managed to get a VIP room out of pity, since they are also hounded for information about me and what I'm like. I got placed in the front seat to overlook the draft happening right below us.
After we settle in our seats, apparently Acacia's father, Herald Belladonna, a ghoul who was voted to be in the possible 100, came to visit the class who went crazy and surrounded the guy.
At least with him here, he took away the attention for a short moment before he will obviously approach me. Hopefully he isn't one of those possible 100 who are so prideful and conceded that they look down on a ranked. But considering how much of a jerk his daughter was, he probably is.
At least, the more she was in class, the more she realized how small the world she lived in, everyone in the class were all talented, if you are just a bit arrogant and careless, you can get surpassed.
Cordelia POV
"Aren't you going to go fanboy over a top raider?" Perseus asked
"I would, but by being your partner, most raiders I meet till now, no matter how successful, they're just very underwhelming."
And that's all true. He just killed a named, his sister is also amongst the top 100. His clan is one of the top of the whole tower, everyone that he associate with are all of that of high status. And I haven't even meet with the clan leader and second in command yet, the leader is also a fellow named.
"You have too high standards, if you keep holding that, you're so going to end up alone. Lower your expectations a bit, a rank doesn't mean anything." he advised
"So after your sister left, you lower that standard and tried to get my brother, he rejected the offer and you went with me."
"See, you're learning."
"I'm really starting to regret my decision for asking you to kiss me."
"Well I always have options, Lia. You're like only the 3rd woman who I have kissed on the lips."
"Hah, your sister is probably one of the 3." I joked
"..."
"You're not serious, right?"
"You're the 4th. And as for my sister, she was drunk and confused."
Anyway, the draft then started and Herald joined us in the VIP room. Perseus moved out of sight a slept in his chair in the corner of the room since he doesn't want anyone else to see him sleep.
Everyone else were trying to wake him up saying that it was rude to sleep in the presence of someone of authority, even though he is a ranker, he currently possess very little influence since he just got announced as a ranker.
Herald seems to know about the problem of the vast amount of wild mana swirling around in his body, because he actually stopped the students from pestering him. Craig and Emma also never really attempted to wake him up either.
Class or not, the guy just sleeps, the only time when he's really active is when our class goes to the private training arena where he can expel some mana from his body.
Emma told me that a person like Perseus grew too powerful for his own good, faster than his body actually can handle, and to compensate that large amount of strength, he needs rest.
Based on what his sister told me, it would be so much better if he didn't place so much limiter on himself, the strain is a large burden on him, system or not, he feels it.
He can control his own physical and magical strengths and weaknesses, but apparently some of his skills are too powerful to be used, and he turned them off so that he can't even accidently turn it on.
And all of a sudden, the cheering got louder, I turned to watch and see the the current assumed strongest, the Thunder saint, has decided to join the draft. He seems to come and joined in to also recruit someone, now that's interesting.
Usually he would just send someone to come as a representative, if he come directly, that means he's wither here under a hidden agenda, or there's really a good recruit this year.
"Calm down everyone." he said "I have not come here to personally recruit someone, my representative is the one in charge of that."
People now are interested in what agenda he has to announced to the tower and TV.
"I have been informed by a very trusted source, and it seems that I have at least been informed of someone who may or may not be the 'Weaver of Calamity'."
Emma now rushed to Perseus and furiously trying to wake him up.
"Is it done?" he yawned "...Oh Elliot's here to recruit someone, I'm going back to sleep."
"Wake up." she shouted "The guy got told by a trusted source of how the 'Weaver of Calamity' look like."
"Well, it's not, I know what the guy looks like, and I know that whatever he's saying, it's fake."
Emma then had an expression that she's really done with his attitude and really wants him to wake up seriously.
"Perseus, I'm pregnant." she announced
"What?!" he exclaimed and definitely woke right up
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