My teacher is a deity.

Chapter 16 Moonfall

"Miss Vichy Ellef, I think we need to seriously discuss this issue now."

After seeing the knights of the law off, Sister Pavitt closed the door, her expression immediately darkening.

The moment he called her by her real name, the children who had been chattering around Vichy scattered like birds.

Clearly, all the children in the orphanage knew what this meant.

The dean, who was like a mother to her, was really angry.

"You've grown up, and it's a good thing that you have your own ideas."

"But how long have you been in the workforce? This world isn't kind."

"......"

Sister Pavitt's lecture lasted for half an hour, going on and on about racial prejudice and the wickedness of society, almost making Vichy lose his temper.

She didn't do anything at all...

Vixi glanced furtively at Shi Qing, only to find that the other was secretly eating his bean soup, showing absolutely no remorse for making his apprentice take the blame.

How could this teacher be so mean!

"Don't get distracted!"

"Vichy, I'm serious. You're too young. You can believe in the power of the gods, but you can't believe in their mercy!"

Sister Pavit cupped Vichy's face in her hands, her expression one of seriousness and earnestness she had never seen before.

"The law is absolutely unreliable; it's more fickle than you think!"

Vichy struggled for a moment, then couldn't help but mutter, "Is it really that exaggerated? I feel the Empire is pretty good."

Upon hearing this, Pavit couldn't help but sigh. She loosened her grip and took an ancient book from the bookshelf.

With a slight movement of her fingers, magical light emanated from the book, flashing several times before coalescing back into a book.

"Wow, your adoptive mother's got some skills in the art of landscape photography."

"The method of external vision?" Vichy paused, asking inwardly, "Teacher, what is that?"

"A kind of ability to compress space and create space. To put it simply, the book in your adoptive mother's hand is not just a book; it's a library."

Really? So the nun is that powerful, a great sorceress?

But why hasn't she ever told me this?

Vichy couldn't quite understand it.

At that moment, Sister Pavit sighed and handed the book to Vichy.

"You've grown up, and I can no longer impose my ideas on you."

"But you should know more about the past before making a decision."

"Take it; may it help you more."

After a moment's thought, she added: "[The law] is not only about upholding justice and maintaining order."

In the more distant past, He was more brutal than liches and demons.

After saying that, Pavitt turned around and chased away the children who were watching, telling them to go to sleep.

Only Vichy and Shi Qing remained in the entire front hall.

"teacher......"

"Isn't this great? We got the bounty and a mysterious cultivation technique. It's a huge win!"

"What a load of rubbish!"

......

at the same time.

Inside a cave.

Sargeras convulsed, his magical energy was in disarray, and the sunlight outside the cave kept stimulating his blood, causing him immense pain.

"We lost three Blood Skeletons and haven't even had a meal yet."

"I've never done a business deal this unprofitable!"

Sargeras grabbed the mole from the cave and swallowed it whole, which finally eased the restless thirst within him.

But that's insignificant; if he can't be replenished within three days, he'll lose his last shred of sanity.

Why suppress yourself?

At that moment, a voice rang out in the cave; it was none other than Sargeras himself.

His eyes flickered, and his reflection appeared in the murky pool.

A bloody mouth opened from his chest, near his heart, revealing gleaming white teeth.

"Shut up!"

"Ah, how pitiful, Sargeras."

Blood Mouth stuck out a scarlet tongue: "So hard to find a way out for the vampires, so eager to reunite with the princess."

In the end, no one understood. The Night Knight Ryan was obsessed with wealth, and the Starry Night Witch became lazy and evasive.

Your former subordinates have all betrayed you; no one understands or cares about your efforts.

I feel so sorry for you, child.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

Sargeras's eyes were practically spitting fire as he grabbed the bloody gash in his chest, trying to tear it off.

But it was no use. Even if he tore the flesh apart, new wounds would grow on his body. This was the price he paid for the power.

The blood-red mouth chuckled, its voice bewitching.

"Sargeras, you know I'm right."

"Those guys are all old and have lost their drive. How can they be called the Children of the Night, worthy of the name of the vampires?"

Sargeras remained silent, and this time, unusually, he did not refute.

"What exactly do you want?"

Blood Mouth replied with a smile:

"What do I want? What can I want? All I want is to witness the determination of a brave person."

"You should know that once you embark on the path of ascension, there is no turning back. If you wish to achieve something great, how can your heart tolerate any impurities?"

"Sargeras the Blood Demon, you already understand, you've understood all along."

"Whether they are knights or witches, they are old now. They were indeed the princess's former subordinates, but now they are just a bunch of vampires."

"They clung to the vampire tree, gnawing on the princess's corpse."

"You fight against the law, you fight bloody battles, but they are unwilling to help you in the slightest, and are even feeding those inferior demi-humans."

Sargeras remained silent, his eyes gradually turning deep red, almost black.

His breathing gradually became heavy, his consciousness became frantic and blurred, and the bottom line he held dear was being crossed little by little.

"You should know that for the sake of the great cause of revival, all sacrifices are permissible."

Sargeras was still struggling; he knelt on the ground, his voice sounding like both weeping and ecstasy.

"No, no, I can't hurt my fellow countrymen..."

"It's their fault for not helping you, for abandoning their honor."

They are not your compatriots, we are.

Time and again, like a millstone grinding, Sargeras fell asleep to this seductive voice, and woke up to it from his dreams.

In a daze, he remembered the pain he had endured that day.

That was the resonance of divine blood; it must be the princess's voice.

Yes, she must agree with this view, otherwise why would she warn me?

Sargeras's pain gradually subsided, and he slowly raised his head, discovering many new changes in his body.

New bloody gashes appeared on his chest, and a pair of eyes split open on his face.

He was no longer in pain, and his thirst for blood was suppressed.

So beautiful, so relaxing.

Yes, yes, it should have been done long ago, the Grand Duke is right.

Nearly twenty years later, Sargeras once again experienced the peaceful sleep of the night before receiving a blessing.

That peaceful sleep was like the embrace of a loving father, the approval of a brother, and it was intoxicating.

"That's right, it should have been done a long time ago. All those noisy things should have been killed long ago."

Blood Mouth chuckled, "Welcome to embrace Silver Moon, child."