A few days later, a letter was delivered to every student and their respective families. K, in his human form, sporting a pink apron and a charming smile, held the note in one hand while his other hand held a spatula above a frying pan cooking an omelet.

"Davis, I believe this is yours," K called out loudly, waving the mail with a wide grin. Davis and Skye, their mouths full of breakfast, turned to K with a confused stare. "Who is it from?" Davis asked, his voice muffled.

"Judging by the crest, it's from the Academy itself," K stated leisurely as he opened the letter, his expression shifting as he read its contents.

"What does it say?" Davis asked, still stuffing his face with food.

K let out a subtle giggle as he handed the mail to Davis. "Looks like you'll be having a short vacation from tomorrow onward."

K's words only confused Davis further as he took the note and began to read it.

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Dear Students and Esteemed Families,

In light of the recent tumultuous events that have unfolded within our cherished Celestia, I, Principal Wuldor Herald of the Celestial Academy, wish to convey an important message. After thorough deliberation, we have determined the necessity of a recovery period to address the aftermath of this catastrophe.

To facilitate this, the Holy Empire and Celestial Academy have agreed to relocate all students to the Holy Empire for their studies. This collaboration will commence in six months.

Sincerely, Principal Wuldor Herald

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"This is... extraordinary," Davis gasped as he read the letter. K continued cooking breakfast, humming an unknown melody. "You seem happy about the mention of this—Holy Empire," K remarked casually.

Davis slammed the paper on the table and replied with enthusiasm, "Of course I am! Who wouldn't be happy when they're offered a scholarship to the Holy Empire, the land of the first heroes?"

"Hero?" K raised an eyebrow, mumbling softly. "That title leaves a bitter taste in my mouth." He sighed, taking off his apron and laying it on the table. "Quickly finish your breakfast. Your training starts in 20 minutes. You know where to find me." K transformed into a crow and flew out the window.

Davis finished his breakfast and took Skye with him, passing many students who were packing their belongings and preparing to return home until it was time to go to the Holy Empire.

On a balcony overlooking the Academy grounds, Professor Selena sat at a table with Professor Hilda. "It's getting more and more dangerous in Celestia. I'm glad the Holy Empire offered this unexpected collaboration with us," said Professor Selena.

"They say the other empires also suffer from the sudden appearance of this phenomenon, but we suffer the most," Professor Hilda remarked. "Strange, isn't it? The closed-off Holy Empire, infamous for its connection to the gods, suddenly has a change of heart and offers help at the right time."

Professor Selena noticed Davis walking toward the training grounds with Skye and smiled proudly, recalling his heroic acts during the catastrophe. "That boy is truly a strange one," Professor Hilda grinned, recognizing Fenrir by its fur color and stripes.

Professor Hilda chuckled. "First, there was that strange black cat, and now a mythical beast, Fenrir? I don’t know how he did it but he managed to gather these strange and fascinating creatures"

Professor Selena turned to Professor Hilda with a curious expression. "A cat? I've never seen Davis with a cat before, though I have seen him with a crow."

Hearing this, Professor Hilda returned Professor Selena's surprised look. "A crow, you say? Fascinating. I wonder how strange that crow is compared to the cat!"

Professor Selena couldn't help but ask, "If I may, Professor Hilda, why do you keep saying that this black cat is strange?"

Professor Hilda laughed. "That strange cat—one day, I saw it scare a young dragon until it fell unconscious from fright. I didn't show it at the time, but I could feel an overwhelming pressure when I looked into its crimson eyes, even if it was just for a split second."

"I'm surprised you didn't try to cut the cat open just to figure it out," Professor Selena joked with a worrisome smile.

Professor Hilda sighed. "I would have, but when I gazed into the cat's eyes, something within me told me not to. I felt like a prey staring into the jaws of death."

She shook her head and then stated confidently, "He would have made a great spirit master in the future. Haha."

Professor Selena chimed in, "His magical and swordsmanship skill is also magnificent that it would have made the younger me blush with jealousy!" She said, sipping her tea.

Davis arrived at his training room and opened it, walking inside he found himself in an ethereal plane surrounded by lush greenery and a field of dandelion dancing to the rhythm of the wind. Surrounding the field is a dense forest.

K sat in a meditated posture on a small land surrounded by shallow water, and behind him was a giant pink tree, its beauty was enough to mesmerize Davis as Skye ran around the field of dandelion.

K smirked peacefully. "Welcome to Avalon, Davis." With a swift motion, K appeared beside Davis. "Beautiful, isn’t it? This place!" K gazed at the giant pinkish tree. "It’s very nostalgic to be here, but I must say it does offer a breath of fresh air." He smiled.

Davis flabbergasted, asked, "How… Is this an illusion?"

K chuckled at his question. "Try picking up that dandelion," he said, pointing to a lone dandelion next to Davis.

Davis picked it up and crushed it, causing the seeds to fly off with the wind. Seeing the flying fragments, Skye ran after them playfully. "Dad, look, look! There's white grass in the air!"

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The two shared a moment of silence as they watched Skye play. "It felt real!" Davis exclaimed, looking around. "How did you do it?" he inquired earnestly.

K laughed softly, his left pupil glowing a light blue color. "It's not a spell or an illusion. You're currently inside a pocket dimension. The entry point is the door, and the space inside is far larger than it appears."

"It's called a Mystic Eye. It's a power I stole from a god I slew. Its unique property is that it can control mana at an atomic level, allowing me to see various spectra of energies, lifeforce, mana, and most of all, reality."

"I simply use my Chaos energy to create a domain called 'Universal Recreation,'” K said with a pearl of quiet wisdom. "Then again, the Academy's training room provides just enough for me to create a small one!" He stood proudly, gazing at the giant tree.

Davis looked around him at the dancing fields and the rushing wind; he could hear the distant sound of birds singing. "This is small?" he said in disbelief.

K giggled at him. "Yes, indeed, my dearest friend. I'm not a god who specializes in such things. Some beings can manifest entire planets."

K turned to Davis with a wide smile. "But none of them are as good as me when it comes to annoying the heck out of the residents."

Davis shook his head and scoffed at K. "Of course you do. Wouldn't you be unstoppable in your prime years with so many abilities at your disposal?"

"Just because I have an abundant amount of magics, skills, techniques, and tricks up my sleeve doesn't mean I have perfected them all," K replied with his eyes closed. "It's like a person working various jobs in their lifetime. It doesn't mean they've mastered all their skills."

K raised his hand, and a shadow formed into the shape of a serpent. "My unique power is 'Envious Eater.' I can obtain a replica of a being's unique power, techniques, and more if I devour their soul whole." The shadow in K’s hand lunged forward, startling Davis before it disappeared.

K chuckled. "Of course, it's not all rainbows and sunshine. I can't use any skills that aren't compatible with my power, like creation magic, light magic, or holy magic, etc." He let out an annoyed sigh. "And another thing, I can't consume a soul that has a strong enough will to resist, or is around my power level, or is too weak. I need to process and convert their essence into my own."

"Enough about me!" K shook his head, smiling mischievously. "Let's start your training with something small." A sword flew through the air and landed in front of Davis. "I'll help you master the art of both magic and swordsmanship. I will turn you into a magic swordsman."

Davis watched the blade on the ground, falling into silence. The quiet grew, and only the sound of the rustling grass remained. Skye barked in the distance, making Davis chuckle as he grabbed the blade.

Holding the handle with one hand, Davis stared at his reflection in the metal. "Look now and look well because I’m going to turn the man right now into the man in that reflection. Both man and blade become one," K narrated as he paced back and forth.

Breaking a stick from the tree, K pointed it at Davis. "Come, show me your limit!"

Davis grabbed the blade handle tightly and rushed at K with all his might. K's figure remained in his sight as he moved closer and closer. Just as he got in front of K, his vision blurred, and he found himself staring at the sky before everything went black.

Davis awoke gasping for air, his neck throbbing in pain. He patted himself down, trying to regain his bearings. "Welcome back," K greeted him. Davis turned to see K leaning against the tree, with Skye sleeping on his lap.

"What happened?" Davis inquired, rubbing his neck.

K laughed mockingly. "What else? I knocked you out." He stood up, waking Skye. "You rushed at me like a raging bull and didn’t pay attention to my movements. I hit you on the neck with the stick."

Davis grunted as his neck quickly healed. "How long was I out?"

"Ten minutes," K answered, picking up his stick once again. "Now, break's over. Let’s continue. Time is of the essence, after all."

K paused for a moment before grinning at Davis. "Let's make it a bit more fun. For the next week, we'll practice from morning till dark. If at any point you manage to make contact with my body, you win, and I'll teach you something stronger. Think of it as a game."

For the remainder of the day, Davis trained in the art of swordsmanship with K, trying anything he could think of, but every time he got close, he failed to reach K. At the end of their battle, Davis lay on the field of dancing dandelions, drenched in sweat and struggling to catch his breath.

K, on the other hand, watched with an unbothered attitude, not breaking a sweat. "You're already this tired? I thought you'd be able to go further than that."

Struggling to breathe, Davis asked, "Is this some kind of punishment? You didn't teach me anything, and just straight-up beat me non-stop."

K giggled. "A little!" He exclaimed. "Before I can teach you well, I need to know your abilities, especially what type of skills I can teach you!"

"Tell me, Davis, what is the most important thing in wielding a blade?" K asked as he stared at the twig. "Is it how you slash? How you swing?" K walked past the tired Davis. "The answer is all of the above!"

"Wielding a blade isn’t just mindlessly swinging a hunk of metal around. There are many things you must learn to master the blade, and then… blade aura. And lastly, creating a sword soul, where both sword and soul become one!" K explained carefully.

As a demonstration, the twig glowed a crimson red. With an upward motion, it released a powerful slash that obliterated everything in its path, leaving a massive line of emptiness in the ground, shocking Davis with its sheer force.

"When you reach that level of understanding and mastery, even a twig can be a blade," K said, throwing the twig in front of Davis before walking outside. "Let's end our training here for today."

Davis picked up the twig and found it unscathed. As K walked out of the room, the space slowly reverted to the normal training room. Davis watched as the twig in his hand disappeared.

That night, K flew under the cloak of midnight and returned to Vincent’s place. "Master! You’ve returned," Vincent greeted him with a worried voice.

"Why are you so tense, my friend? Relax, relax. I'm not going to bite you," K joked, trying to ease Vincent's worry. "So, how was the task?" K inquired with a hopeful stare.

Vincent brought out a spatial bag. "Master, I was able to sell off about a fifth of the treasure you gave me a few days ago, but due to the huge amount, I couldn't sell it all at once."

K took the ring and inspected it. "Good, I expect nothing less from you, Vincent." K continued, "I need you to do something for me. And you must complete this task by the end of the week." He placed a note on the table.

K then transformed into a crow and left a final word before leaving. "And once you're done with the treasure, make sure to take 10% of it. After all, a good worker must be rewarded accordingly." With that, K flew off.

Vincent bowed and gratefully thanked K for his gift. Ten percent of the entire treasure was enough to buy a mansion in the city, and yet K gave it to him without batting an eye.

Vincent smirked to himself. "Maybe this isn't so bad after all." After years of serving Typhon, he had never received anything close to what he had gotten from serving K in less than two months.

Opening the paper, he read with perplexity, "Strange phenomena and dangerous locations? Why would the master need information like this?"

Vincent crumpled the paper and burned it in the blazing red flame given to him by K. "This power is… phenomenal." He stared blankly at the crimson flame. Although the Chaos energy that Vincent can use is less than one percent.

Vincent can feel his whole body tingling with uncontrollable energy amplifying his already existing mana.