Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods! - Chapter 669 - Chapter225-Lioncrest or Me—Only One Will Survive!
After the third princess left, Alan’s expression grew increasingly grim.
Lioncrest Academy had gone too far.
First it was Eisen, then headmaster Stephen, and now even the third princess had been dragged into this mess—nearly getting injured in the crossfire.
New grudges stacked atop old ones. Alan stood at the edge of eruption.
He slowly turned around, ignoring the worried glances of his companions, and fixed his gaze squarely on Old Gayle.
From his mouth came a solemn declaration:
“From this moment on, either Lioncrest Academy lives—or I do. There’s no room for both.”
Old Gayle didn’t speak. But the slight tremble of his lips and the surging fury deep in his eyes were more telling than words. At that moment, he too formed the unshakable resolve—to see Lioncrest utterly destroyed.
“Hey, don’t be rash…” Francis chimed in, his tone weary and conflicted. After the exhausting battles they had recently fought, both his body and spirit were drained.
He too harbored deep resentment toward Lioncrest Academy for repeatedly targeting them. But more than that, he understood the brutal truth: what they needed most right now was rest. Once they were recharged, a counteroffensive would be far more effective.
“Stephen is a cunning old fox. If you rush in for revenge now, you’ll just fall into one of his traps…”
Alan glanced sideways at him. Then, voice calm but heavy with conviction, he replied:
“Francis, you still don’t realize the kind of situation we’re in.”
“If Stephen dared show his face in person today, it means he no longer cares about what the capital—or even the world—thinks of Lioncrest Academy.”
“We’ve already torn off the last layer of civility. There’s no turning back. Do you really think Stephen will give us time to recuperate and strike back?”
Francis fell silent. Alan’s words hit hard—and true.
If Stephen had acted with such blatant arrogance, it was only because he still had cards hidden up his sleeve. He must be certain that Sirius Academy wouldn’t have the chance to retaliate. That’s why he acted with such impunity.
“I understand,” Old Gayle finally broke the silence after a long pause of contemplation.
“But not yet. All of you have fought hard already. Your mana reserves are nearly depleted. Charging at Lioncrest in this condition is no different from suicide.”
“Stephen will also need time to rally his forces and move against us in full. We must use that window to recover—rest up, regroup, and then face him at our peak. That way, even if we lose… we’ll have no regrets.”
With the headmaster’s final word, Alan, though burning with resentment, could only suppress it for now.
Both he and Francis had made valid points. Charging ahead recklessly now truly would be too hasty.
Just then, as the group from Sirius Academy began packing up their things in preparation to return home, two familiar figures emerged from the shadows.
Denken and Daniel.
“Everyone alright?” Daniel greeted them calmly, stepping into the light.
Alan gave a slight smile and nodded in gratitude.
“The Church’s help, both openly and behind the scenes, has meant a great deal to us. I won’t forget this favor.”
He then turned to the other figure—former Emperor of the Plantagenet Kingdom, Denken.
“Of course, the Kingdom also played its part, offering covert support. I’m well aware of that as well. Thank you, Senior Denken.”
His tone was polite and his attitude sincere. Despite all that he had done during Isabella’s rescue, Alan made no effort to grandstand or claim all the credit.
This impressed both Daniel and Denken.
After all, the reason these two powers had intervened in the first place was to win Alan’s favor—to pave the way for future cooperation.
And as much as strength mattered, who one chose to cooperate with mattered more.
Some mages, blessed with talent and power, quickly grew arrogant—boastful and unmanageable. That kind of person was unpredictable and often a liability, regardless of their strength.
Alan, on the other hand, had repeatedly proven himself by single-handedly defeating elite representatives of major factions—and yet, he remained humble, respectful, and grounded.
Such character traits were exceedingly rare among today’s generation of mages.
“Haha, there’s no need to thank us just yet,” Daniel replied, waving a hand casually. “Wait until everything is truly settled before you start showing gratitude.”
“Besides, we didn’t help you out of pure altruism. We had our own reasons, too—so don’t take it too seriously.”
He spoke with a smile, his attitude as open and straightforward as ever.
Denken mirrored this tone. He even went so far as to arrange for one of the royal magical trains to personally deliver Alan and his team home. A special track had been cleared just for this purpose—clean, secure, and swift.
In the face of such hospitality, Alan had no choice but to accept.
Thus, the group boarded the royal luxury magic train.
White-hot steam hissed from the chimneys atop the train cars. With a piercing whistle, the enchanted locomotive roared to life, ready to carry these foreign heroes—these saviors—safely back to their homeland.
Meanwhile, in the capital of the Kent Kingdom…
Atop the highest tower in the kingdom’s political heart stood a tall, glass-walled chamber. There, watching from behind a great window, was Lizzie—the Speaker of the Upper Council, and the de facto ruler of the nation.
Her gaze was fixed on the magic train as it gradually pulled away from their borders. No one knew what thoughts churned behind those calculating eyes.
Just then, the door behind her creaked open with a gentle knock.
“Enter,” Lizzie said without turning around.
Two middle-aged political figures—husband and wife—stepped in slowly.
The man held a report in his hand, parchment laced with magical seals. He spoke with barely concealed agitation:
“Look at this. Just look!”
“It hasn’t even been a full day, and already, the corpses of out-of-town bounty hunters are piling up. Over a hundred bodies have been retrieved. Who knows how many more remain lost in the ruins, never recovered… The final death toll could easily exceed a thousand!”
He paused, then added in a shaken voice:
“Thank the stars for your foresight, Madam Speaker. If we’d sided against Alan for the sake of some meager short-term gain, our own soldiers might’ve ended up among the dead.”
His wife sighed heavily, pressing a hand to her forehead.
“No, you’re missing the point. We shouldn’t just be focused on Alan.”
“His companions… they’re all formidable. Alan may shine brightest among them, but make no mistake—even a tier-diamond mage would struggle to take him down.”
Then, with a cold chuckle, she added:
“It’s laughable, really. Such a rare, peerless talent… and yet Lioncrest Academy tossed him aside like garbage.”
“Don’t forget—Alan left his hometown and came to the capital, all for the sake of curing his sister’s strange illness.”
“And what did Lioncrest Academy do? Brushed him off as a nobody from the countryside, bringing along a sickly burden. They didn’t even give him a second look before rejecting his application outright.”
“Now look at him. Alan’s true power is emerging, and I bet the fools at Lioncrest are already writhing in regret.”
“Serves them right,” Lizzie murmured from the window. “Those who judge others through tinted lenses must one day pay the price for their arrogance.”
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