Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Lank had a smile to her words, given a chance to duel with him, she stood no chance. If she wanted to find out the truth the hard way, he wasn't going to stop her either.

With every wrong turn comes lessons learned.

"Suit yourself," he raised his hands in surrender. "Wherever you go, I would follow, just for protection, that is." He emphasized.

Nodding her head to his condition, she called out to Miss Galena on her leave.

"I hope I don't see you here again." She called back enthusiastically.

Gia had a smile on her lips before she opened the door.

p Looking to her side, where Lank stood protectively of her. "Let's go."

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In the Mr. Gaviel's office,

"You got the same signal, didn't you?" Mr. Zhao frowned while his finger traced his teardrop golden medal which was hung from his neck on a chain.

Mr. Gaviel nodded his head, wondering what this secret meeting meant.

"Aer had been killed," he related, his hand tightly squeezing his gold medal in rage.

"How could that be?" Mr. Gaviel questioned, shocked that one of the best in the organization had been so easily defeated.

"What was the cause?" He quickly switched the conversation, realizing that part struck a chord.

Aer had been one of Mr. Zhao's best students he had trained two years ago. The death must have had him shaken to the bone.

"She had been attacked with her weapons, her body temperature had also been lowered before the attack..."

"That's a strange ability, not one I'm conversant with." Mr. Gaviel cut in, rubbing his chin to the words.

"Her pendant had ended her life as a defense protocol when she had tried to give out valuable information about the organization." Mr. Zhao bit down on his bottom lip, deep in thought about the betrayal.

"She was coerced l, I just know it!" He vouched for Aer, still in disbelief that she would willingly try to betray their organization.

"I'm so sorry to hear about that..." he said in his condolences. His mind momentarily trailed to his witness of Neider's death. "Take it as an organizational hazard."

"She had been sent to clean up your mess if it weren't for you!" Mr. Zhao pointed an accusing finger at Gaviel.

"What do I have to do with all of these?" Mr. Gaviel responded, shocked that he could, he suspected.

"Where were you after you were told to do your job!" He raged, gritting his teeth.

Venting out his anger, Mr. Zhao punched a hole in the wall, his frown creasing his forehead.

"At the infirmary after I had done away with the task." He said in a whisper, hoping no student would be as foolish as to interrupt them while they conversed.

"That doesn't explain why you needed to be in there!" Mr. Zhao countered, his white eyes glowing, ready to engage.

"I had to create an alibi," Mr. Gaviel countered.

Even though on a glance at him, he looked confident in what he was saying, deep down his heart thumped wildly.

If he was found out, that would mark the end of his life.

Thinking fast, he needed to divert the attention away from himself and onto another part that would be distracting.

"Besides, my ability deals with anything about light." He explained, giving a brief preview of his ability.

Mr. Zhao shielded his eyes, "turn that thing off, I get it!"

Finally getting out of that mess.

"Does the master know?" Mr. Gaviel questioned.

"Of course he does," Mr. Zhao glared at Gaviel. "Which is why I have called you out to relate the orders given to me."

Mr. Gaviel nodded his head, glad that he had not been found out. Moreso, he was given another task.

"It's about the exceptional students of the academy," Mr. Zhao began, gauging Gaviel's facial expression.

"But I'm not the one in charge of all the students." He tried to refuse the task that was to be passed to him.

"It's been decided." Mr. Zhao firmly replied, "and the master approves of it."

"But... but it's too early, they still have a lot to learn." He tried to appeal a chance of a revocation of the decision.

"The duel supervised by Miss Lotus was duly recorded and precise. It's not about how much that's needed to learn, but about how well anyone can use their ability for the prosperity of the organization.

Handing him a neatly folded paper, it had a gold seal with the organization's insignia on it.

"There's no point trying to say otherwise," Mr. Zhao smiled. "You have two days to carry this out."

Looking at the paper on his palms, he wished this task was given to another teacher.

Testing out his luck, he called out the only teacher's name that came to mind. "How about we let Mr. Doliu take this up!"

Mr. Zhao raised a brow to the suggestion, he had thought he was merely joking, but on a closer look, it did look like he was dead serious.

Angered by the continuous disruption and questioning of their master's decision. He needed to treat his defiance like a plague, he grabbed Mr. Gaviel by the neck.

"I could kill you this instant." He said through gritted teeth, watching Gaviel struggle to breathe.

"You should be grateful you were considered by the master and not any one of us who are willing to do this. For someone who had chosen to take this lowly position in the academy as your fitting place, you sure do like a good challenge!" He snapped.

"O... kay!" Mr. Gaviel wheezed out.

Releasing his grip, he wiped down his face to calm his boiling rage. He had not wanted to blow up in that way, nor was he humble enough to apologize.

"I wish it didn't have to come to this," he began, looking at Mr. Gaviel struggling to take a breath.

"Do not disobey the master and you would live fine, and mourn in peace." He hinted at the incident that had happened with Mrs. Neider.

"Two days, that's all you are given." Mr. Zhao repeated. Brushing past him and walking out, leaving him to his thoughts.