Disciple Cultivation System:All my students are legendary.

Villier nightingale, commonly name as professor Villeir was among the prominent characters in the Visual novel. His shared a similar fate to Art but he died much early but his presence had never diminish from the plot.

He was a vampire from GrandNighter and a noble one at that and from most of the memories he was still allowed to remember he knew the vampire was a major villain in the first arc which should last till the end of the first semester hence as he listened to his little speech, Art was also formulating a plan on how to deal with him.

"As most of you already know, while most of you all have been considered as worthy by the the principle it's now up to the academy to decide if you are qualified to teach. Such a nuisance it is but alas the rules are the rules so I've personal been sent here to do just that."

Finishing his speech with a disbainful look, he snapped his finger as three figures manifested themselves behind him.

Each of the individual carried an air of experience and valor befitting the toughest of individuals.

"I thought we only did this for the kids."

Stepping foward while tensing his muscles was a hulking man standing about seven foot with a body that could put the body builders to shame. He was professor Levi, a warrior know for his achievements in single handedly slaying a class four mana beast at the age of twenty, a feat only few could hope achieve. Currently he had retired and worked as the P.E teacher for most of the students of the academy.

"The mistress wanted to spice it up a bit."

Responding to Levi's words was professor Cerci, a curvous beauty grey haired woman in a maid costume. There wasn't much to say about her besides her weird taste in fashion but she was undoubtedly eye candy leaving the various men among the crowd along Art blushing as she waved at them, her bountiful chest bouncing from her gesture.

"Let's just get this over with."

Walking pass villeir with a dull look in her blue lifless eyes was professor Grim, a retired assassin with green hair and dark spots under her eyes.

"Their thirteen take four each and I'll handle the odd one."

With a coordinated nod, the figure of the four instructer blurred and soon Art found himself the only candidate still within the room.

"Professor Villier."

"Take it."

Passing on a silver longsword to Art,he body's disappeared, repairing a dozen meters from Art, who now grasping the longsword lightly swung it.

"An amateur at best."

Villier was no swordsman and glady proclaimed himself a prodigy mage but even he could tell the young man before him had never grasp a sword before...no that was being generous, his hands had never known any weapons before and such an amateur, a naive fool would had unknowingly sneaked into the ranks of this academy because of the foolish mistakes of the headmistress.

In all his year as a mage never had his seen a mage so inferior in manners but superior in strength. Everyday since he took her offer he had to live knowing he had to obey that woman till he retired.

"As always I have to clean up her mess."

Gritting his teeth with expression full of resent, his eyes ignited with tremendous killing intent as a surge of scarlet energy bursted out his body, flooding the room with his presences.

His presence raging like a crismon tsunami rushed forth like a unstoppable tide aiming to crush the wall that was Art.

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Rapidly tapping her desk with a stern expression Cassie with her eyes on the monitor before her silently observed the four surveillance camera screens on her monitor.

Three display the qualified personnel she had vented going against three of the academy instructor.

For those bunch, she had already assed them and knowing their talents she knew they had already passed hence whatever they were doing now was for show. So even as she saw them get helpless beated by the instructor and soon to be colleagues she wasn't that disappointed after all those trio had a background not just as mere warriors and mages but Heroes. They had fought the abyss, had been moulded by it and had overcomed it. They were exceptional not just in talent but skill and coupled with the fact they each were far superior in rank it served to say only lose was the fate waiting the new teachers but in the forth and last monitor displayed a strange sight.

Art lighter, a genius by mudune standards and also one of the few awakening that lived on the planet. He was an aura user with average level talent, the kind that wouldn't get him hired by her academy but by a twist of fate here he was undergoing a scripted venting.

"Shit...I can't believe my drankiness is going to get a kid bruised."

Villier killing intent was so much that even she could sense it from where she sat. She knew that brat had it out for her and was only following her orders because she was both his superior in status and strength.

The vampire brat was an elitist, a fool whom believed only those from noble bloodline should inherit superior rank and commoners has no share in such claim.

Such flawed ideology was to be expected from a vampire noble.

An entitled noble was already hard to deal with, what more an entitled noble vampire.

Even with all that she had scouted him for his talent and potential and she had thought spending time with these student from all backgrounds would change him a little but it seems he was going to fail her and never change.

I guess I'll have to double the compensation." She whispered placing her head in the table, mentally exhausted.

"I just hope he doesn't go too overboard."

Watching the camera pan to Art, she prayed for his safety.