After the resounding victory in the arena, Arthur retired to the sanctity of his chambers, the echoes of his triumph reverberating in the recesses of his mind. Amidst the solitude of his room, he found solace in the embrace of his newfound power, a mantle he wore with the regal bearing befitting a monarch.

Yet, his solitude was interrupted by the authoritative summons of his father, the patriarch of the Zulter lineage. With an imperious air,Arthur strode to his father's study, his demeanor radiating an aura of unyielding confidence and calculated precision.

As he entered the room, his father's gaze pierced through him, a silent acknowledgment of his recent triumph. "You have proven yourself worthy, my son," his father intoned, his voice a testament to the weight of generations past.

Arthur regarded his father with a cool detachment, his features an inscrutable mask of aristocratic indifference. "It was merely a display of my prowess, father. Nothing more."

His father's lips curled into a faint smile, a glimmer of pride flickering in his eyes. "Nevertheless, your victory has not gone unnoticed. I have decided to bestow upon you a rare privilege."

Arthur's gaze narrowed imperceptibly, a silent question lingering in the air. "And what privilege would that be, father?"

With a gesture of authority, his father revealed his intention. "You shall attend the most prestigious academy in the realm, where the heirs of the noblest families hone their skills in the arts of power and intrigue."

A flicker of arrogance danced in Arthur eyes as he processed his father's decree. "An academy? And what purpose would such an institution serve for one as capable as I?"

His father's expression remained stoic, his tone tinged with admonition. "Do not underestimate the value of knowledge, my son. Even the mightiest monarchs must master the intricacies of politics and strategy."

A cold smirk graced the third son's lips as he acquiesced to his father's wishes. "Very well, father. I shall indulge your request, though I harbor no illusions about the limits of their teachings."

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With a nod of dismissal, his father signaled the end of their conversation, leaving Arthur to ponder the path that lay before him. As he prepared to embark on this new chapter of his journey, he knew that the academy would offer him no challenge he could not conquer, no rival he could not best.

For he was not just a scion of the Zulter dynasty—he was the Demon King reborn, and his ascent to power was inevitable.

AsArthur retreated to his chambers to gather his belongings, his mind buzzed with anticipation for the journey ahead. Within the dimly lit confines of his room, he reached for his staff, a potent artifact imbued with the essence of dark magic, a symbol of his authority and prowess.

But before he could make his departure, his father's commanding voice echoed through the halls, summoning him once more to the grandeur of the family estate. With a sense of curiosity mingled with resolve,Arthur made his way to his father's presence, his steps purposeful and resolute.

Upon entering the chamber, he found his father surrounded by a retinue of advisors and guards, the air thick with an aura of power and authority. His father's gaze met his own, a silent acknowledgment of the weighty task that lay before them.

"Son," his father began, his voice grave yet tinged with pride, "as you embark on this journey, you shall not travel alone."

Arthur arched an eyebrow inquisitively, a silent question hanging in the air. "What do you mean, father?"

His father's expression remained impassive as he revealed his plan. "You shall be accompanied by thirty of our finest guards, each chosen for their skill and loyalty. It is imperative that the world witnesses the might of the Zulter family, one of the foremost houses in the country."

Arthur nodded in understanding, a sense of determination burning bright within him. "I understand, "

As the preparations for their departure commenced,Arthur found himself surrounded by the elite guards of the Zulter household, each clad in armor emblazoned with the family crest. Among them stood stalwart warriors, their faces etched with determination and resolve, ready to defend their young master at all costs.

One of the senior guards stepped forward, his voice a steady baritone that echoed with authority. "My lord, we are ready to accompany you on this journey. Your safety is our foremost priority."

Arthur met the guard's gaze , a silent acknowledgment of their unwavering loyalty. " rest assured in this world, there is no one who can harm me,"Arthur declared with an unwavering certainty.

With the escort assembled and their preparations complete,Arthur and his retinue set out on the road to the academy, a formidable force that served as a testament to the power and prestige of the Zulter lineage. As they journeyed forth, their presence commanded respect and admiration, a formidable display of the might of the Demon King reborn and the indomitable legacy of the Zulter dynasty.