The coming morning

Following Sir Alfred who had transformed into a werewolf, the race of wolf kins who betrayed the trust of the moon, Scoria stared at his furred back even as the large burly man heaved several unconscious weights on his back.

And as he did so, Scoria recalled all of the information he knew of the werewolves.

And besides the widely disseminated knowledge of werewolves which consisted of werewolves being a blood thirsty race that revealed themselves underneath the pure light of the moon.

Scoria actually knew the reason that the werewolves were the way they are.

Initially a part of the heavenly faction of Lyxia or more accurately the moon faction of Lysandra, the werewolves were stalwart protectors of the peace.

Well that was until the accompanying followers of Maruj tempted the werewolves with the concept of freedom and made them rebel against the moon demigoddess.

Of course, since Lysandra was a demigoddess she didn't die but she definitely bore some wounds from the sudden rebellion.

She probably still bore some wounds to this day.

But since the attempted rebellion to overthrow the Moon demigoddess failed, all of the were wolves quickly ran and hid themselves all over the world.

And in a fit of rage, Lysandra cursed their entire race that underneath the light of the full moon, they would reveal their true selves and go onto mindless rampages where even their own kin weren't spared.

This way, all of those affected by the moonlight curse would have no choice but to commit fratricide.

So it was a surprise that when it came to his knowledge that Sir Alfred the vice headmaster was a werewolf, a werewolf that was able to control his instincts to rampage nonetheless.

Staring at Sir Alfred, Scoria noted that albeit he was still sane, through a combination of sheer force of will and various artifacts such as the earrings and necklace on their body, he was able to stay sane.

A strange thing to note.

Staring at him even as they were led to the dormitory which facilitated the needs of those that resided within them.

Scoria gave a brief bow to the Werewolf who only absentmindedly nodded while carrying the unconscious load on their back.

And as the werewolf was moving away from the dormitory in silence.

A cold look took place in Scoria's red eyes all the while Ellora who was staring at him met gazes.

And with a tacit agreement, the awkward aura of the sudden reveal of their identities disappeared when they immediately went to the centre area where a sofa and table were placed.

Sitting down in the sparse lighting of the room where the only light available was the light of the moon shining outside of the window.

Red eyes met blue before Scoria opened his mouth.

"So... Ellora was it? If that's your true name..."

"It actually is 'Scoria'" Dragging that name out in a long drawl, cold blue eyes met fiery red all the while they stared at each other.

Laying his elbows onto his knees while clasping his hands together Scoria continued.

"...I'll trust you for now, so which house are you from? Rebirth? Truth? Weather or is it that recluse church Judgement?"

Eyes poring into her very being, Scoria traced the languid figure of Ellora who was admittedly very beautiful.

Reluctantly acknowledging that fact within his heart, Scoria mentally accounted every single one of her actions looking for all the signs of a lie waiting to happen.

With the blessing of the shadow, all secrets don't stay secret for long.

However.

A twitch of the eye, slightly dilated pupils, an increased heartbeat audible in the pounding silence, slight intonations on pitch, none of them happened as Ellora truthfully answered the question.

"I am from the house of Truth"

'So the Moon, okay then.'

Boring into her very being, Ellora opened her mouth.

"Now then 'Sir Scoria'" She brought up her fingers and curled them bringing a slight furrow to his face, and as if she couldn't even see it she continued.

"I don't think that it's fair that only you are able to know my affiliation, now tell me.'

Languidly draping her legs across the other, the long white legs unconsciously drew his eyes before he snapped out of them.

Secretly pinching his hand, he spoke. "I am from Freedom, I think you should know which family I'm talking about."

"Is it the church of the bastard God that tempted the Werewolves to break out of the Goddess's benevolent rule?"

"Maruj was only doing what he set out to do, to give freedom, your Goddess was only one of the unfortunates affected by his freedom."

"Why you..."

Glaring at Scoria a small ring of ice suddenly appeared around Scoria's neck as the sharp ring of knives slowly hovered around the slightly tanned skin.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you"

Still adopting the same serious appearance as before except now there was a ring of sharp icicles around his neck, a large quillotine blade formed out of earth and lined with iron hung above her.

Now falling into a stalemate, gone was the appearance of comrades who had quite literally passed through the jaws of death together at the start.

With the danger of the assassin's now being removed and with their same goals now becoming different ones.

Their interests weren't similar anymore and now instead clashed.

It was now in their best interests to continue the commands from their respective parents.

And what was that command?

Well that was the command to stop the Abyss from overthrowing Heaven and Hell and destroying them both.

They hated each other but not by that much that they would ensure mutual destruction.

'I think'

Recalling the rather manic gave of one of the Demonic generals when talking about the angels, Scoria suddenly realized that he didn't share the sentiment of hating angels as much.

'Actually, don't I hate them?'

Slightly tilting his head and feeling the cool touch of incredibly sharp ice shards, Scoria belatedly realized that he was on the edge of death.

Flicking the ice shards surrounding his neck and quickly melting them with a quick blaze of harsh flame, the heat of the flame licked his skin all the same while Ellora sent tendrils of water to dismantle the earthen quillotine.

Glaring at her he opened his mouth.

"Today, I'll just call this bad luck or a stupid twist of fate and coincidence but if you get in the way of my mission, even if we are currently students of this academy, I will kill you."

"Heh, I don't care, in fact, you should be more worried about me killing you and sparking a war."

"I actually welcome it."

Smiling devilishly, Scoria winked at her as a large stone spike manifested behind her and tried to stab at her head.

Sadly it was blocked by a network of glowing yellow lightning bolts.

Quickly evaporating and melting the ice spike heading towards his neck, he stretched his arms and smiled.

"Well then, I guess we are departing now, see you tomorrow lady Ellora Laga Nephele"

"Hah! This is but a temporary truce Sir Scoria Del Dmantra, I suggest you sleep lightly tonight."

Waving each other goodbye, they made their ways to their respective dorm rooms all the while small flames, ice spikes, metal needles and lightning bolts streaked across the room.

Closing the doors behind them, Scoria smiled to himself despite the situation of a threat to his life quickly appearing in the academy.

And that threat to his life wasn't a simple one either.

Heading to the bathroom to wash away the evidence of the battle with the assassins away, he donned his garments and laid down on the bed.

Closing his eyes, the moon gently shined into the room.

And just like that, as the moon set over the side of the earth and was replaced by the blinding sun in the sky, sunlight streamed through the windows and the next day began.

Ignoring the previous day as if it had never happened since their identities needed to stay secret.

The next day began with the two of them simultaneously greeting each other with smiles on their faces and blades behind their backs.

"Greetings Sir Scoria"

"Greetings to you to Miss Ellora"

Glaring at each other with cold eyes, Wyndolyn Lynn, the disciple of the Sword Saint tilted her head at the oddly... tense atmosphere surrounding the two.

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On that note

(You guys read quillotine instead of guillotine.)