The Conquerors Path

My words did it wonders as Farah fidgeted shyly in her place, my words turning this ruthless Empress of mine into a shy little girl that just trembles and delights at any words from me, the 'little' level of jealousy she had on her taking a back seat as I spoke.

"Get back to me once she wakes up, we will have some important things to settle then, and also contact Zoe. Tell her to prepare for a meeting, it's time I put some things in order."

Farah firmly nodded her head at my words, to which I turned my gaze through the academy, the beautiful sight of DNA change vanishing away from my line of sight as I tunnelled into much more important things that I should see a lot of dangerous things if I say so myself. 'Guess it's time to deal with more mortal things then.'

With a will of my word, I sent a small invitation for Isabella to meet. It's enough time I kept her waiting. With that, I also arranged for my friends and faction members to gather up for a talk, this one being an important one, after which I quickly checked up on the situation with my mother and Mira.

'Looks all good there.'

Seeing that the situation was unfolding in a good manner that would be of use to me, my body flashed, moving through the layers of space as I arrived in a part of the academy, my presence blending in with everyone. Not even a single soul detected my presence as I walked through the place-not the sensors or the strong teachers. To them, I didn't exist as I walked through the little bit of crowded space.

My eyes then soon became occupied with a more higher mix of witches as they moved around, their pointy hats at bay as all of them focused on their research and what not, kept trudging along with happiness, being beside them, their useful friends or research assistants, thus making the collections here abundant.

I now walk at the research or practice centre many of the cities use within the academy. And yes, witches do attend the academy or the aspiring ones. It's a good place to form connections and think about growing their business and their marketing. After all, it's a cutthroat world out there for the witches.

Even then, there exists the church for the witches, but even within the witches' place, there exists the sort of competition to rise and spread your name across the world with your own unique potions or discoveries. I guess it's kind of a backlash they get for taking this profession from Razellia; all of them end up being scientists of some kind after being witches.

The whole place I was walking around felt like a scientist's lair as I kept moving. The fact being is that there exist many famous witches recorded in history for the inventions and potions they gave. There also exists an academy for the witches, too, being kept by the church itself, but getting into the witch section within this academy is a different level of opposition and power that can't be matched anywhere else, and it's good, too.

A sense of having passed out from the best could match their stigma, plus there also exist some high, well-established, and famous witches as teachers here because they get more funding, too. Also, there is a little less fighting than in the church, too, giving them better chances to shine.

This also tempts the other new students who join. Getting a scholarship and working here is good for them. Thus, the academy, on a basis, attracts a lot of attention, though, in the scene at this time of day, there should be a lot of the students moving around, with it being packed with more witches and other students wishing to get some potions. But it's almost desolate- like for the moment.

I mean, it's only been a moment since the 'attack' after all, and it's not easy for many people to shake off the feeling of death one experiences when the world crumbles down on them. Thus, many are locked up in their rooms crying away, some huffing and puffing, some even running out of the city in fear. The truth gave them some kind of comfort, but it also showed them the truth of the world, which would take some time for people to digest.

There is also the factor of not being able to stand or work in this situation. Thus, many students are spending their time in their rooms, trying to hype themselves up for a new day. Thus, it makes sense that this place will be less crowded, the only ones moving here being ones with higher mental resistance and will to shake off the bad experiences that happened to them.

They are more straightforward and mentally resilient guys, you can say. And you also don't even want to know the things I saw happening within the academy and the city as a reaction to the 'attack.' Some people really go to the deep end when things almost end for them, and it's the main reason these old power fogies have awoken from their sleep.

I could feel the presence of the powerful elders of the academy watching and moving around. When faced with your own mortality, certain people act up and cause issues, and this place being the gathered area of a lot of powerful students and, teachers and staff, it suffices to say that a lot of issues are being dealt with right now.

'But none of it was my main concern for the moment.'

I thought, walking soon, reaching in front of a door-a door leading to a certain witch, my gaze landing on the nameplate hanging outside the door.

Zora.

A simple yet direct name, seeing which, with a smile, I knocked on the door, a tapping sound being heard out. A few seconds strung along after that, sounds of movements being heard from within. With my current situation, I could also see within it too, the situation making me chuckle a bit as a pouty voice sounded out. ℞Ἀɴŏ𝔟Ěș

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Austin."

The moment I said those words, an even larger amount of action started to take place within the room, each action taking place only making me smile on the inside. My senses flowed, seeing the face of Zora quickly arranging all the things around her-she who doesn't care about much other than her research doing cute things out of her way for me.

My sense followed her arranging each part nicely, putting away all the waste food and other stuff she was lazy to throw away into a cabinet, casting some small spell to clean and get rid of the dirt and dust. She then moved quickly, opening around some small bottles that started to spread nice scents into the room.

She then jumped into another closet, taking out some good dresses as she looked at herself in the mirror. Zora looked quite tired with those dark circles around her eyes and haggard face, not to mention that she also looked a bit pale too. But all the symptoms of what she is doing are far beyond what the normal Zora would do.

She quickly started to apply some light makeup and potions to her face as she tried to look good. And even without my sense, it would get weird if I didn't reply even now since Zora hasn't responded. It's a good thing that they keep these rooms soundproof for peace and security otherwise, with just the sound, I would have understood what was going on.

"Zora? Are you okay in there? Should I come in?"

Just as I asked this question, the reply came back to me.

"Just a minute!"

The hastiness in her voice was clear to be heard, and it made me smile as I waited for Zora to put the finishing touches to herself, she now looked quite cute and beautiful as she lastly placed a better hat on her head. However, what intrigued me is the big changes I see

happening in her, especially within the eyes of Zora.

'Guess the changes are happening rather fast now.'

I thought, and just as I did, the door to Zora's office opened up, my eyes coming to see the beautiful and well-presented witch in front of me with a light blush on her face. However, the moment she saw my face, she seemed to freeze and fall into a daze of her own.

'I guess the spell passed on is now more effective since I have reached the divine.'

I still haven't forgotten about the so-called 'good' spell I passed on to the saints and the top members of the church. It, by now, having infected the majority of the members, slowly turning everything to my advantage. All of their feelings and emotions in me, mine and only mine to command.

And it's the same for Zora, no matter how special she is becoming. In the end, the spell even reached her as she looked at me in a daze, and even a bit of worship she couldn't place spoke.

"So beautiful..."

"Excuse me?"

I asked with a raised tone, quickly bringing Zora out of her thoughts, the blush only getting deeper on her face as Zora, trying to regain her calm face, spoke.

"It's nothing. I was just lost in my thoughts!"

She once again hastily spoke, making me give her a weird look as I spoke.

"Can I come in?"

My words making Zora spark up as she replied, opening the door further for me to enter.

"Yes... Yes, come in..."

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