A conflict is brewing

While Daimon was relaxing in the bathroom with two beauties in his arms, at the other side of the city, the old Ernest Revy slowly walked through the streets, the sun was about to set and the clan was as lively as possible.

"Hey did you hear, they say the matriarch visited the preparation school!".

"That's already an old notice, I heard the best five students got their asses handed by a little girl in a 5v1 battle".

"The matriarch was so angry that she suspended the privileges of the classes and increased their training".

Ernest heard all the people gossiping with each other, although there were a lot of rumors and other things, everything had one thing in common, the matriarch was always involved.

He gritted his teeth and as he was about to take his anger off on some random person, he felt his sigil lector vibrating and immediately disappeared, no one noticed it.