Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Melty Sani was a Third Grade student with average height and a slightly lean build. She had black hair and blue eyes, a standard appearance for an Austinean.
Saint Freya Academy was a gathering place for the offspring of the affluent and noble. The Sani House did have some wealth, but being the daughter of a viscount wasn’t much to brag about, and Melty’s results in combat classes had only been average thus far. Due to these reasons, she wasn’t able to join the Purplerose Faction despite being a Third Grade Austinean.
She met Cheryl in a light music club, and the two of them played together at last year’s Academy Foundation Day. From this, it should be safe to say that they were closely acquainted with one another.
After looking through the report himself, Roel crossed his arms and fell into deep thoughts.
Paul and Geralt stood by the side with grim looks as they awaited Roel’s next instruction. The scale of this matter had already far exceeded what the two of them expected out of this peculiar department.
Paul’s initial intention was just to establish an organization to help the students in need, just like how Roel had once helped him. He thought that the worst he would have to deal with were bullies, but he ended up getting involved with something much more sinister.
The ‘Bloody Envelope Incident’ was a serial murder case with more than ten victims. Something of this scale definitely qualified as a major case in any country on the Sia Continent. What made things worse was that like with most cases involving evil cultists, it was hard to tell whom they could trust.
The staff members couldn’t be trusted, the coachmen couldn’t be trusted, and even the general student populace couldn’t be trusted either. The only ones they could really count on were the members in the two factions. It was still barely manageable for the Third Grade students who had tempered themselves through missions, but for the newly enrolled First Grade students, this was definitely severely beyond their scope of expertise.
In the silent meeti
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