The Vengeful Extra's Ascension

Chapter 142 - 142: Document!

Morning arrived sluggishly over the Demon Academy, the obsidian spires gleaming faintly as dawn's silver washed against their edges.The quiet of night had not yet fully faded, and most students were still comfortably tucked into their beds, nursing their weariness after the intensity of yesterday's class.

However, Albedo was awake, as he was sitting on the edge of his bed, rolling his shoulders as the faint ache of last night's training reminded him of what happened.

He also flexed his fingers, as his body was still adapting to the Demonic Energy he had minor success in controlling.

The knock at his door came softly, but with precision, three measured taps. Albedo rose at once, already certain of who it was. When he pulled the door open, crimson eyes stared back at him from beneath a dark hood.

"Good morning, sunshine," Lilian said, her lips quirked, her tone mocking. "Or do you not sleep at all? You look like you've been gnawed on by a storm."

Albedo's smirk was mild and effortless as he responded, "Perhaps I have."

She arched a brow but didn't press further. Instead, she flicked her gaze down the hall. "Follow me. Not here. Too many ears."

The two of them moved swiftly, Lilian leading the way with a natural ease through the quiet halls, weaving past some of the early bird students who were walking around.

She guided him past silent corridors, then into an unused courtyard where ancient statues of long-dead Demon Kings loomed, their stone eyes gazing endlessly over the abandoned square.

Here, Lilian stopped. She turned on her heel, her cloak falling back slightly to reveal a flash of crimson hair as she studied him. The more Lilian studied Albedo, her expression shifted from playful disdain to something sharper and keener.

For a long breath she simply stared, and Albedo, as always, endured the weight of her scrutiny without flinching.

"…You've done it," she said at last. Her voice was low, strained, and for once it lacked her usual mocking bite and was more...shocked or surprised.

s under the pale light, ",don't you dare get caught. Not by them. Not by her. If you draw too much attention, I can't protect you. No one can, and I don't want to be caught in a diplomatic hellstorm,"

For the first time, her words carried no mockery, no hidden barbs—only a raw seriousness that pressed against the air between them.

Albedo inclined his head slightly, almost like a bow, though the smirk never left his lips. "Noted. I'll be careful."