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Be that as it may, at almost the same instant, his door opened. A moment later and the newcomer would have witnessed them coming from a completely different space. Of course, it wasn't as bad as being caught coming through the portal from Ashiraem. Nevertheless, upon noticing her, Apollo's eyebrows raised.

"Oh? Headmaster? What's the issue?" Apollo questioned.

In response, Geneva glanced over him, "It's the Vermilion Flame Institute. The next class is about to commence, thus I've come to fetch you. As per our agreement, you're to fulfill both yours and Reiner's positions," she revealed. However, before Apollo could respond, she looked over at Typhir.

Not only were there some changes to his body, but she also noticed that his torso was completely healed. Any other person this would be a miracle, but in this case, she frowned. Albeit almost indistinct, she could sense it, 'Typhir's aura is nearly identical to the soul fluctuations that Apollo emits. What did he do…'

As her thoughts traveled, Geneva crossed her arms and gave Apollo a certain prying look, "Care to explain?"

Although her words failed to introduce exactly what she was inquiring about, Apollo had a feeling what it was. Before she said that, she looked over at Typhir for a longer period than one would usually do. Hence, there was only one conclusion, she was inspecting and examining how thoroughly Typhir was healed.

Moreover, because she was subject to Apollo's aura, she was more than familiar with his unique fluctuation. Before answering, he smiled and feigned ignorance, "Oh whatsoever do you mean Miss Headmaster?"

"Don't patronize me, tell me this instant, did you sacrifice part of your core energy to heal Typhir? Don't attempt to lie, I can feel that his core essence is starting to transform into something similar to yours. If you can't explain this, then I'll have to treat it as you reneging on your promise," Geneva uttered while taking up a stern expression.

"Deal," Apollo corrected.

"Excuse me?" Geneva frowned in response. Instead of an answer, Apollo chose to nitpick at her words.

"Well, it was a deal, not a promise; I don't make promises. However, I can tell you with utmost certainty, what I did to help Typhir didn't affect my ability in the slightest. However, if it did, I'm sure there are secret medicines made to ensure the highest of talent are to survive perilous conditions, right?" Apollo chuckled with a cunning sneer.

As a result, Geneva fell silent. It was true that certain medicines were kept for the utmost of talents. When she relayed Typhir's condition through the board who regulates all of the Academies proceedings, she was instructed not to utilize Divine-Grade items like that. At the least, someone of Aran's importance would need to get hurt to mobilize items like that.

"The lack of an answer can be seen as an admission of guilt. Nevertheless, in the process of your blunder, I have simply gained a follower," Apollo then smiled to himself and mumbled in a nearly inaudible voice, "And perhaps plenty more to follow." When he made his move to heal Typhir, Apollo had already thought well into the future. Although he hadn't met them, he was sure they should possess adequate qualities.

At the very least, he would acquire one more follower of Typhir's potential. 

On the other hand, from Apollo's words, Geneva starts to piece matters together, 'Perhaps this body is one who operates solely on loyalty. While it may seem all his decisions are rational, at the root of his decision, it is emotion. As long as one shows a strong connection with him, there should be a chance of garnering a relationship with him. However, this raises another issue, just what has to be lost in order to achieve that relationship?' Geneva questioned to herself.

Despite the suspicions surrounding the entire situation, Geneva didn't press the matters. After all, Typhir having been healed was like an added benefit to her. Thus, when it boiled down to what mattered, this meant he still possessed one youth skilled in flames. 

Afterward, Geneva raised her hand and pressed it on Typhir's chest. Since he was a Lesser Demon like Apollo, she couldn't sort out his internals too well. However, there was one thing she discerned with certainty, 'His body is thrumming with vitality. It eclipses what he had before. It may even almost rival the state he enters when he invokes his family's heritage technique.'

Once she determined his internals was void of any hidden injuries, she made a spur-of-the-moment decision, "You can join in alongside Apollo. You two will fill the vacancies in the seeded class."

For any other student, this would be a great honor, however, Apollo and Typhir were under the guidance of Fuhrer. They had great doubt that anything learned inside would triumph over what Fuhrer could teach them. Yet, they were surprised by Fuhrer's direction.

'Enter. When I scanned this area, I found two sources that are extremely beneficial to you two. Can you guess what those sources are?' Fuhrer questioned.

'The two Institutes,' Apollo replied without sparing the matter any thought.

'Correct, each construct seems to house an area beneficial to your practices as well as physique. Furthermore, there may even be a chance to corrupt these sources in the future. But, based on the energies I see, it'll take quite some time to do so,' Fuhrer answered with a nod.

On top of that, one must not forget that both Apollo and Typhir received an abundance of Academic Credits due to the incident with Grayson and Reiner. Due to this, they both possessed Academic Credit values at least ten times greater than what typical freshmen would have. Once all of this was combined together, they both agreed to Odessa's instruction without much hesitation.

Before leaving the area, Geneva paused and gazed at the sleeping Ouroboros on Apollo's mattress. Elaia wasn't worth mentioning, but looking at Ouroboros made her bloodline bubble. Furthermore, the more the bubbling happened. In light of this, Ouroboros' amethyst eyes opened and stared straight at her.

As his eyes narrowed, he experienced the events Apollo had. Since they were linked through the soul, there was a passage into each of their minds established to assist both of them. This mental link was convenient when separated over long distances.

"Is something wrong?" Apollo asked, drawing Geneva's attention away from Ouroboros. When that happened, she shook her head and denied it.

However, Apollo was sure something was amiss. Hence, he questioned Ouroboros instead, "Did something just happen between you two? I was sure I saw her trembling."

"Ah, Master! That lady seems delicious! You need to conquer her. Whatever is inside her, I want to have it. Can I have it, Master?" Ouroboros pleaded while jumping onto Apollo's shoulder.

While looking her up and down, Apollo reached the conclusion that only two things could seem delicious to Ouroboros. One, there was the fact she was related to flames. Since the only Sin he absorbed was Ira, thus far, his body was filled with bits of Hellfire. Thus, Ouroboros had become accustomed to consuming flames.

Two, there was her bloodline. According to Azridan, the true name of Ouroboros' species is one that devours. In other words, Apollo was fairly certain Ouroboros just wanted to devour her as a whole.

"It'll happen in due time. But, you might not be able to have her. If her worth is more without being devoured, then I'll have to find you another to fill the craving. In the meantime, here," Apollo retrieved 3 Inferior Crystallized Chaos and tossed them at Ouroboros' mouth.

At the same time, Apollo followed in tow with Geneva and Typhir, "Oh, can we enter the origin room related to flames. I'm sure the information disclosed in the class isn't important, right?"

Upon hearing Apollo's question, Geneva pondered the matter. She weighed whether or not she should allow it. After all, Apollo wasn't wrong, they would simply do exactly what was learned with darkness, just utilizing flames this time.

After giving it ample thought, Geneva allowed it, "You may enter the origin room right away, however, don't cause a raucous. There has been enough mayhem on the college grounds already."

In response, Apollo simply shrugged, "I don't cause trouble, it finds me. If no one confronts me, there will be nothing for me to react to." 

When she heard this all Geneva could do was shake her head in defeat. 'Not even a simple okay? And so the regret thickens.'