Chapter 66:Fake History.
Walter took a long, steady breath before continuing, his voice echoing across the vast hall."Now… all noble families you know today are descendants of the Stage Six Mana Angels who survived that catastrophic war. After the war ended, those angels took control of different territories and left their descendants behind to rule those regions."
Murmurs rippled across the students, but they instantly stopped when Walter's gaze swept over them.
"Their families subdued all opposition in their lands and formed what we now call the noble families. This is the origin of the aristocracy. Now, does anyone have a question?"
A faint breeze brushed across the hall. Victoria had raised her hand, a controlled swirl of wind forming above her palm to signal her question—following Walter's rule.
Walter nodded. "Yes. What do you want to ask?"
Victoria stood up slowly, voice clear and respectful."I want to know… where did the Angels of the noble families go after they established their territories?"
Walter paused for a moment before answering."No one knows. After founding their families, they vanished—disappeared without a trace, as if they never existed."
Victoria silently nodded and sat back down. Walter resumed his lecture.
"Now I will tell you the history of our own continent. After the Great War, when the continents split apart, many noble families in each region began claiming territory. Conflict inevitably followed—between families, tribes, clans, and organizations."
He opened the book before him but barely glanced at it. His words flowed like a well-memorized script.
"The Northern Continent, ruled by tribes, fell into chaos. Major tribes battled for dominance in a brutal internal war. After years of bloodshed, the Belial Tribe emerged victorious and became the rulers of the North."
Walter walked slowly across the stage.
"In the East, powerful organizations fought for supremacy. After countless battles, the Divine Order won and claimed leadership over the Eastern Continent."
Students listened in utter silence.
"In the West—mostly barren deserts—clans fought relentlessly, not for power, but for resources and survivable land. After an intense struggle, the DeMorte Clan emerged victorious. Though ruling wasn't their goal, they ultimately became the continent's rulers."
He paused.
"And then… There was our continent. Eldoria. The only continent that remained without a ruler for thirty years."
Aiden's eyes narrowed slightly. This information was never in the books he read.
"Here, noble families simply took their territories and lived peacefully. They agreed never to enter another family's land without permission. Peace lasted… but not for long."
Walter's tone darkened.
"The Divine Order of the East invaded Eldoria. War erupted. Eldoria was losing miserably because no one stood united. Meanwhile, the invading force was perfectly organized."
Some students swallowed nervously.
"Just when all hope seemed lost… the Azirph Family entered the war."
A flicker passed through Olivia's eyes.
"They completely turned the tide. Their family head defeated the leader of the Divine Order. Their Morale collapsed. The Eastern forces retreated."
A faint wave of admiration rippled in the students' eyes.
"After the war, the noble families of Eldoria realized their greatest weakness: disunity. They formed an alliance and decided to appoint a head family to lead them—what you might call a royal family."
He raised one hand.
"The criteria were simple: the heads of the five strongest families, the ones with the greatest manpower, would fight. The winner's family would lead the alliance."
Students leaned forward.
"The five chosen were the Azirph Family, Draconia Family, Jeager Family, Coldwell Family, and the Fray Family. After intense battles, the heads of Jeager, Coldwell, and Fray were defeated. Only the Azirph and Draconia family heads remained."
His voice slowed.
"After a fierce duel, the Azirph family head was victorious. Thus, the Azirph Family became the royal family and ruled Eldoria for a century."
Then his tone shifted sharply.
"But twenty years ago, they were accused of treason—of planning to hand the continent over to the Belial Tribe of the North. Significant evidence was found. The noble families united and fought against the traitors."
The hall felt colder.
"After a brutal battle, the Azirph Family was defeated. The Draconia Family replaced them as the head of the alliance and has ruled Eldoria ever since. Now… does anyone have a question?"
Suddenly, Olivia stood up. A large ball of blazing fire appeared in her palm, burning dangerously bright.
Walter frowned. As a professor, he already knew who she was—every professor had been informed when a member of the Azirph bloodline enrolled.
He sighed internally. Of course.
"What do you want to ask?" he said, his tone rigid.
Olivia's voice shook—not with fear, but with restrained fury."I want to say that everything you said about my family is a lie. My family never betrayed this continent. They were framed by other families who were greedy for power!"
Whispers filled the hall.
Walter's expression hardened. He had expected this, as he said.
"You are still a child. You know nothing of the past. You've been fed lies by your family. The Azirph Family was proven to be traitors. Many proofs were found."
"They were fabricated!" Olivia shouted. "You're lying! My family never betrayed anyone!"
Walter felt disrespected as he said.
"Sit down. You are being disrespectful."
Olivia refuted.
"Why should I sit when you're slandering my family?!"
The hall went dead silent.
Walter's eyes flashed coldly. Mana erupted from him like a crushing wave.
Air around Olivia thickened—heavy, suffocating.
Suddenly, Olivia gasped. Her legs trembled as the weight of Walter's mana bore down on her. The fire in her hand flickered violently before disappearing. She dropped to her knees, chest heaving for breath.
Walter said coldly, "You should learn to respect your professors, girl."
Aiden's eyes were fixed on them.
In a flash, he moved.
The pressure around Olivia vanished instantly as Aiden appeared in front of her like a shadow. He took the full force of the mana head-on.
The hall erupted in gasps.
Henry Gorgon froze, stunned. Ian Pavlov's eyes widened. Jeremy Jaegar stopped mid-mutter, his expression shifting from mischief to shock. Even Noah Huxley blinked in disbelief.
Aiden stood firm—unmoving—his expression cold, eyes sharp.
Walter was clearly surprised as he thought. Impossible… he's completely fine? No stage one student can withstand this…
He tried increasing the pressure. Aiden didn't budge.
Not even a flinch.
"Don't you think that's enough, professor?" Aiden said, voice calm but icy.
Walter's irritation dissolved into caution. The only explanation he could accept was:
He has a high-stage mana artifact… at least stage four.
He couldn't provoke whatever powerful family Aiden might come from.
Walter withdrew his mana pressure with a rigid expression as he looked at Olivia.
"That should be enough to teach her some manners," he said sharply. "Class dismissed. Everyone may leave."
He turned and walked out with stiff shoulders.
But every eye in the hall was fixed on Aiden.
Olivia looked up at him, still trembling from residual fear. She took deep breaths until her lungs stopped burning.
"Thank you…" she whispered.
Aiden didn't turn around.
He vanished from her sight, reappearing beside Aaron. He picked up his book as he said to Aaron.
"Let's go."
Aaron finally snapped out of his shock and nodded quickly.
Victoria, who was standing beside Aaron, stared at Aiden with wide eyes. She never imagined he would step in to help someone—especially someone unrelated to him.
Aiden walked out of the hall with Aaron trailing him, and Victoria following behind them moments later.
Olivia remained kneeling, staring at the space where Aiden had stood moments ago.
He helped her… for no reason.
And yet, when she thanked him…
He didn't even look at her.
She stood there frozen, utterly confused, as the rest of the students slowly drifted out of the hall.
Author's Note: The twisted story between Aiden and Olivia begins as Aiden saves her.