年轻漂亮的继坶少妇

Chapter 186 Instructors

Despite the overwhelming number of students in the academy, the staff and instructors were completely scarce. They were all very few in number.

Each year only had a few instructors, with each of them teaching the youths their area of specializations and all of the figures currently standing behind Harrison were the instructors for just the first year students, all of them exuding Master rank aura.

They had all come to the control room to watch how the first years would deal with their first hurdle.

But amongst them, the few who had watched the battle between two particular monsters had only came here to watch them.

Each and every one of them gazed at two out of the numerous screens adorned on the wall with astonishment.

On one screen, a behemoth was displayed. His whole form was entirely enveloped in a deep shade of crimson liquid, and in his hands was a broadsword whose form was also bathed in the same crimson liquid.

Eight gleaming swords were moving in perpetual motion around him.

Around him lay the life forms of hundreds of beast carcasses, their red blood and guts bathing the landscape with a crimson hue. Kael Stormrider.

And on the next screen showed a group of white haired youths currently gathered, awaiting the words of a boy with piercing blue eyes, Atticus Ravenstein.

Each of them couldn\'t help but be surprised while looking at the screen.

Just what did they just watch? Were they really 15 year olds?

A man with vibrant orange hair, and a radiant gem embedded on his forehead, a telltale sign of the Stellaris family, suddenly spoke, "Er, Vice principal. Those two are obviously demons in human skin. Are you sure we should be putting them in the same place as the others?"

His voice was loud, booming even. But everyone in the room was already used to this. He wasn\'t even trying to do it intentionally; it was simply how he spoke, a curt legacy of the genes of the Stellaris family.

While it might come as a surprise to many that tier one family members were allowed to be instructors in the academy where different youths from other families were taught, this was because only the best of the best could teach in the academy. And the tiered families were simply the best at producing them.

In fact, more than 90% of the instructors in the academy all came from the tiered family, with more coming from the tier ones.

But unlike at the Raven camp where the Ravenstein family was somehow lenient on their staff because they were all from the same family, the academy would do no such thing.

Allowing individuals from a tiered family to get closer to the heirs of other families, even if they were the best of the best, without proper and foolproof precautions, was foolish and nothing more than a recipe for disaster.

Apart from the strict mana contract, even stricter than what the Ravenstein family gave to their staff, each instructor, including even Harrison, was wearing the same artifact that each of the first years were all given.

All the artifacts were seamlessly integrated into a system, a system a thousand times more advanced than the Ravenstein\'s. As long as a student was inside the academy grounds, any attempts made on their lives would instantly teleport them away from the location.

Hearing him, the other instructors also couldn\'t help but agree with him. It was basically putting lions in a den of sheep.

Harrison, without turning his gaze away from the screen, responded, "They all entered the academy at the same time. They are all first years. There would be no special treatment regardless of any reason," he declared.

The instructors all decided to keep silent after Harrison\'s declaration. Despite some of them being from tier one families, in the academy, Harrison\'s words were only second to Aric.

After seeing what they all came here to watch—Atticus and Kael—then they all turned and started heading outside the building.

Eventually, after a while, only Harrison and Isabella remained behind.

Isabella turned to Harrison, "Dad— Vice principal. He was right. Wouldn\'t it be better to train them separately from the rest of the youth?" She inquired, agreeing with what was said earlier.

Those two were simply far too stronger than their peers to face any sign of challenge.

"It would be best to pit them against each other. Their rivalry would make them strive to grow stronger," she reasoned.

Isabella feared that with how strong they were compared to the others, because there was no one actively challenging them to grow stronger, they could both slack off and get lazy.

"We will do no such thing," Harrison responded.

He could understand what was going through his daughter\'s head. "Everything is a process, Isabella. Tell me, would those two be as powerful as they are now if their resolve to get stronger was that weak?"

"Regardless of how much talent you believe they have, they are both this strong at such a young age because of one thing, hard work," Harrison added.

It was very easy for him to tell the difference between strength gained by talent and one gained by hard work.

And looking at those two, Harrison could see it. The amount of blood and sweat they had shed training to reach their current level was palpable.

Harrison took his eyes away from Atticus and Kael\'s screen, his gaze immediately landing on the screen displaying the live footage of a strikingly beautiful purple-haired youth.

She was seated nonchalantly on top of a colossal dragon. In every other second, without a word, the dragon would zoom downwards, its maw immediately turning a crimson hue as she unleashed a storm of fire engulfing the whole beasts, their forms reduced to nothing more than ash.