Team villains except me

Chapter 558 Karen

Norvia felt that Dooku's identity was questionable.

He always felt like a puppet and was very self-conscious about this identity.

Dooku's perceptions were distorted in the abyss, but he's intelligent; he won't remain without doubt forever. Something must have led Dooku to believe he truly is a puppet.

Norvia still remembered what Becky had said.

The space within the abyss is not governed by the natural laws of this world. Because there are no gods and no cycles, the abyss has become an unrestricted testing ground.

The manufacturer couple, who were ordained by the gods to have no offspring, had a daughter named Kaka.

Dooku's "grandfather" was also a puppeteer. An evil puppeteer who used Dooku for research. It's hard to say whether he deliberately jumped into the abyss to achieve some goal.

Is Dooku also an existence that shouldn't exist in this world?

Norvia also noticed the change in how Dooku was addressed.

When Dooku was keeping it a secret from them, he said it was his "grandfather." But in the Image Stone, Dooku said that the one who had always controlled him in the Abyss was his "master."

Grandfather?

Dooku has no concept of family or clan in the Abyss. The title "grandfather" was probably suggested by the puppeteer in the Abyss.

If he really is Dooku's grandfather, then why does he hate Dooku so much?

Norvia rubbed her eyes wearily. She had been busy all day and running around all night; it was almost dawn, and she had work to do tomorrow.

She has asked her friends connected to the northern continent to track down the true identity of that "grandfather." She believes that the evil puppeteer himself comes from the northern continent.

We'll ask Dooku for more details when he wakes up tomorrow.

Norvia half-opened her eyes, checking her work schedule for tomorrow.

Shanna had already woken up. As people get older, their sleep time shortens, they go to bed early and wake up early, and because she wasn't at home, Shanna couldn't sleep soundly.

When she got up, she saw all the animals, big and small, gathered together, looking listless, but none of them went to rest.

Shanna confiscated Norvia's communicator and urged everyone in the living room to go to sleep for a while.

"Why aren't you sleeping? Why are you acting like an owl here? Is there anything that needs to be resolved right now? Everyone, go back and rest!"

Under Shanna's forceful action, the lights in the living room were finally turned off.

Shanna only acted this way with the children; she felt there was no need to concern herself with the adults. After shooing all the children into their own rooms, Shanna felt relieved and returned home to begin her work—she gave Ellit an IOU, even though Ellit had hinted that she had plenty of time, she never liked owing anyone anything.

After Shanna left, Hazi and Aoqifu also rested.

The teachers who were "taking you home" remained motionless in the dark living room.

Musa never became particularly close to her students; in fact, she hadn't spent much time with them during the previous month. But she knew these students had helped her a great deal, and they were like friends. She was willing to help them.

Garcia was filled with lingering fear. He also felt useless, as if he was of no use in any aspect, and therefore automatically fell into the category of the party to be protected.

Can was stuffed. He felt a little dizzy from the meal, so he sat on the sofa without moving for a while. He observed the Rose Mansion, which he hadn't visited in a long time, and felt that it had become a mess. There were many more things, dust in the corners, and the facilities were a bit old.

It's increasingly resembling an ordinary home.

A group of little devils got together and actually managed to maintain a respectable relationship, even forming an exceptionally stable family. This was something he hadn't expected. But he wasn't surprised.

He noticed something amiss when he accompanied his little niece to the amusement park. It had been so long since then that he couldn't even remember how awkward their interactions had been back then.

Can broke the silence by looking at Abel, who seemed lost in thought.

"Fekris, is there something you want to say?"

Abel paused for a moment. She had been thinking that the probability of her students encountering danger was too high. She knew that some of them were forced into it, but it hadn't been long since they had a moment of rest.

Although their reputation is slowly improving, the responsibilities they bear have also become much heavier.

But fewer and fewer people are protecting them.

Abel had always known that life is unpredictable, and sometimes the more you try to live longer, the further you stray from it. She assured Norvia that she wouldn't leave them, but what if she did?

Even a beast warrior like Matia could meet with misfortune.

Abel's expression was somber as she cleared her throat.

"Russia is on the southern continent, the chairman is unconscious, and the rest of the teachers are here. I was thinking that we can keep in touch more often so that everyone can know what happened next. There might be times when I'm not around, and I hope everyone can help them then."

Can saw through Abel's worries. After thinking for a moment, he felt he should be able to survive. After all, he was a flower fairy.

He responded and exchanged contact information with Garcia and Musa.

Musa looked at the many new contact numbers that had appeared in her communicator and suddenly spoke.

"Next mentor..."

"It's Karen."

Abel answered quickly.

"He is a teacher at the Light Magic Academy and has a very good reputation."

Musa nodded. She didn't know many people at the academy, but now she was trying to challenge herself with things she wasn't good at for Loretta's sake. She was gradually getting to know some people in Remiaz, but the name Karen was still completely unfamiliar to her.

There are only a few hours left before class starts.

Abel wasn't planning on sleeping. She asked Garcia and Musa if they had classes today, but it turned out that only Abel had classes.

Abel went to work dejectedly, dragging Chan along with him.

Can did indeed have something to do back at the academy. Auchef was already asleep, and breakfast was probably already over, so Can left quite casually.

Musa and Garcia were somewhat awkward. They weren't very familiar with each other to begin with; Musa was carefree, while Garcia was sensitive and thoughtful. Their conversation was dry and lifeless, like cracked clods of earth after the water has been drained.

Finally, Garcia and Musa also went to Abosg.

But neither of them had classes, and Musha's workspace wasn't ready yet; her desk was still in room 1206. So the two of them went to the activity room 1206.

Classroom 1206 was covered in dust.

Garcia was busy wiping the windows with a rag and watering the flowers and plants that Spidera had planted, so he didn't have time to talk to Musa.

Musha silently tidied her desk. Julia had talked to her about this last night, as well as the selection of the new Beast Warrior.

"It's unreasonable to wait until all the beast warriors are dead before conducting a new selection. I know such a change will inevitably cause a lot of opposition, but the situation is turbulent now. With new beast warriors, the western continent will be safer, and the beast warriors on other continents won't have to worry about the situation here."

I know the Beast Warriors belong to the whole world, but as you've seen, each Beast Warrior prioritizes their own continent. I originally thought things would be much easier if you agreed to impersonate Matia, but your races are different, and impersonation could easily lead to mistakes. Besides, Matia's parents also disagree. So, let's just leave it at that.

But if the old rules can really be changed, then Musa, I hope you can seize the opportunity.

Musha would certainly seize this opportunity. Her life had been full of ups and downs, and this was merely the beginning of a new chapter. Her emotions were sparse; grief and anger were suppressed by her body, and she wouldn't shed a tear even if she were covered in blood. She was born to be a beast warrior.

Becoming a beast warrior is the belief she holds every time she flaps her wings; it is the dream she shares with her mother; it is the future she and her daughter will share.

She will give it her all, just like she did many years ago.

Musa paused, staring at the photo of Valerie and Loretta on her desk. Touching the frame, she regretted not having taken a photo or two with them. No photos with her mother, no photos with friends, and perhaps some with her daughter in the future, but she couldn't display them publicly because her daughter was now "dead."

The one who is alive now is Jidi. In the palace, Jidi guides various forces as the eagle in command.

Musa packed all her things into a box, then got up and helped Garcia clean 1206.

Musa worked slowly as she dusted the photos on the wall. She looked at each photo carefully again. This time, the feeling was different from the first time. She felt that happiness was frozen in time on the wall.

She saw Abel, still so young and inexperienced. She saw a solitary, unfamiliar face. She saw Matia, already dead, her smile by the campfire bright, warm, and lifelike.

In the end, she saw herself.

It was the photo taken on Mount Pattayati at her request. This photo was also hung on the wall, as if she belonged there too.

Looking at the group photo where no one was smiling, Musa felt that what was frozen in time was not happiness, but sadness.

This group photo shouldn't be here.

Seeing that she lingered for a long time, Garcia also went over and looked at the photo.

"Wow, so many people. It feels like you all went through a lot together last month."

There was a subtle sadness in Garcia's words. He felt that a teacher as excellent as Musha, who was also a master of atavism, would naturally be even more capable than him and would have experienced more with Zhuhe and the others.

"This shouldn't be here. This group photo is a funeral."

Musa's voice was calm, and her face was expressionless.

Garcia was taken aback, then he realized what Musha was thinking.

"Miss Musha, that's not how it works. It should be here. The group photo should be taken here. By the way, Miss Musha, have you decided what gifts you want to give them?"

Musa was stunned.

"……Gift?"

Garcia nodded.

"It's... a graduation gift—"

Garcia suddenly remembered that Musha was different from him; he had received a lot of care and had gotten what he wanted. But Musha was a former candidate for Beast Warrior. He naturally assumed that since Fiana and the others had prepared gifts for Musha, Musha could also prepare gifts for them, and he naturally took this as a tradition.

Having figured this out, Garcia began to stammeringly explain that this wasn't a rule, and he hadn't brought it up on purpose—

Musa thought for a moment and asked Garcia what gift he had given her.

"……gold."

However, he doesn't seem to have given away his gift, because in the end all the gold coins were converted into rent and he took them back in a daze.

Musa seemed lost in thought.

Garcia felt guilty for saying the wrong thing, but he was also on guard, afraid that he might accidentally reveal the gift that Musa would receive.

The atmosphere became strange again.

However, someone knocked on the door of activity room 1206.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Garcia put down the mop and said loudly, "Please come in."

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man, dressed very formally, like a teacher from some college.

Garcia didn't recognize the other person and hesitated.

"Who are you looking for?"

“My name is Karen. I’m the coach for the ‘Send You Home’ team this month. The college league starts next week, but I haven’t seen them yet. I saw some people moving around in room 1206 and thought they were here, so I came to say hello.”

Upon hearing this, Garcia straightened his clothes, a hint of nervousness in his dark green eyes.

"Hello, my name is Garcia, and I was your mentor before 'Sending You Home'."

Karen shook hands with him.

"Hello."

Karen then turned to Musa.

"You must be Musa. I saw you at the Institute of Ancestral Research. You're young and promising."

Musa also stepped forward to shake hands with Karen. She seemed to have seen Karen somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where. The political training she had received with Derling was enough for her to exchange pleasantries with Karen normally.

"Hello, Professor Karen. The 'Send You Home' team isn't at the academy right now. They've been very busy lately, so they haven't been able to contact their advisors for this month."

"It's alright. I'm a teacher at the Light Magic Academy, and there's not much I can teach them anyway. I met them a long time ago at a dessert competition, where they performed exceptionally well and left a deep impression on me."

I used to be the instructor of 'Spear of Ares'. The two teams got along well, and I learned some things about them from 'Spear of Ares'. I think they must have inquired about me as well.

The most important event this month is the College League. With the Chairman in a coma and the Dean overseeing all college affairs and extremely busy, the Dean places great importance on the College League. The 'Send You Home' team is the best of this year, and the Dean has high hopes for them; naturally, I also hope our students can achieve the top honor.

But with only a few days left until the start of the college league, I still haven't received any contact requests from the team captain or vice-captain. I'm unsure whether the 'Send You Home' team understands the college league process or the preparations they've made, so I'm a bit anxious lately. When I came here today, I happened to see some figures moving around in activity room 1206, and I thought it was them.

It turned out to be two teachers here.