Reincarnated as the Villainess's attendant

The attack was too fast and thrown out of the blue-haired young man's blind spot...

"...!"

Only to miss...!

"Huh...?!"

Devios gasped in shock – he did not dodge the attack at all, what happened was the hand was forcefully pulled back into the darkness mid-swing, having the tip of the darkness blade cut through the empty air.

It honestly looked as if the darkness forcefully sucked George back in. Not only that, the dark mist dissipated into a thin air leaving no trace behind only a heartbeat later.

"What the hell is...?! GEROIZEN! SHOW YOURSELF YOU...!"

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

Devios roared furiously, but before he could speak his mind about the black-haired half-blood martial artist, an unidentified object fell down onto the arena, breaking it into unrecognizable pieces – exactly at the spot where George appeared and disappeared the moment earlier.

"Tsk... I missed him."

From amongst the dust, a melodic deep voice, pleasant to the ear like none other, expressed its annoyance even before the dust dissipated.

"Hmm. There isn't enough dust in the air so there should be no explosion... It sure is cold here though, Alan will freeze his nose off if I leave it like this. Oh, well – hey, students and staff of the Heavenly Star Academy, move around a lot if you want to become a piece of burnt bread."

*click* *WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*

The same voice mumbled in a bothered tone before giving a loud warning as if the person that it belonged to knew exactly where everyone was – the sound of someone snapping their fingers was followed by the howl of a wild fire erupting and spreading through the entire facility.

The half-frozen people trembling from cold weren't even grazed by the flames but instead, their bodies grew pleasantly warm as if the person responsible for the elemental attack had complete mastery over it.

A few moments later, the flames went down revealing a single man with curly black-haired man with light highlights wearing extravagant clothes in a style that no one in that world have ever witnessed before.

"My name is Zoemi Benevi Banemor, I arrived here because I was told that someone close to the Heavenly Star Warrior is a headmaster of this place..."

Zoemi put his hand to his chest but didn't bow down or even nod his head toward the crowd of speechless martial artists.

"Are you the headmaster?"

"Law of Sagittarius!"

*BOOOM*

Zoemi looked up at the shaken man near the podium, causing him to flinch and back off before suddenly pushing out his left hand and unleashing his star power at the seemingly unprepared man.

*CLANG*

"I guess that's a no... or the Heavenly Star Warrior doesn't mind being friends with weaklings."

Zoemi swatted the attack with his bare hand as if the scorching-hot energy arrow was nothing more than an annoying fly and throw shade at the vice-principal Marcus.

"You...! You are that unknown marital artist! Everyone! That's a dangerous member of one of the dark sects!"

Seeing his strongest law being ineffective, the pale as a ghost man called out, sounding shockingly desperate.

"DARK SECT MEMBER?!"

"Zoemi!"

"WE NEED TO KILL HIM!"

"Dad!"

"WE NEED TO RUN AWAY!"

The reaction of the crowd was so loud that the voices of the few mages present were suppressed by the mixture of panic and fury.

"...no way..."

...or they would be, if not for Zoemi's hearing – the black-haired man turned around and his eyes widened from shock after seeing the colorful hair and eyes and more than a few familiar faces.

"SEIZE HIM!"

"Shut up. Red star."

Marcus shouted an order towards every marital artist present, but in response he received a bone-chilling glare from Zoemi as the black-haired man raised his hand, extending his index finger and creating a small crimson orb that emitted such unbelievable heat that approaching him became impossible.

"Wh-what are you waiting for?! Those with talent in the law of Sagittarius, pelt him with projectiles!"

The vice-principal growled while covering his face with both arms to protect it from getting burnt because of the heatwave coming from the crimson orb.

"Martial artists of the so-called lawful sects. What evidence of me being a dark sect member do you have? A single man who's on the verge of soiling his pants calls me that and you all go crazy. I am not a member of any sect and I will defend myself from your attacks."

Zoemi smiled apologetically towards the magicians who were not spared from the heatwave and all backed up behind Devios and Metavicero protecting themselves with ice and snow, before calling out to the martial artists amongst whom many were already activating their star powers.

"What proof do you have of not being a member of dark sects?!"

Someone called out from amongst the students.

"Are you an idiot? What proof do I have of NOT being something? What, am I supposed to pull out a document certifying nothing?"

Zoemi scoffed rolling his eyes at the young martial artist who dared to speak up.

"If anything, the duty of backing up his accusation belongs to that guy over there."

"...!"

Zoemi added, moving his index finger to point at Marcus and causing the crimson orb to move and the heat increase over on that one side.

"YOU ARE A MEMBER OF A DARK SECT BECAUSE I AM SAYING THAT YOU ARE! YOU KILLED THE LEADER AND MULTIPLE MEMBERS OF THE HEAVENLY ARCHER SECT AT THE GREAT RAM SECT!"

The vice principal of the Heavenly Star Academy clenched his fists and growled while backing off from the heat that made the saliva evaporate right out of his mouth.

"They were the ones to attack me. On a side note, dear martial artist of this Academy – did you hear? He knows that I will fight back and I'm strong enough to effortlessly dispose of a sect leader, but still want you to throw yourselves at me. He is telling you all to die for his sect's sake."

"GHH...!"

Zoemi scoffed, smirking mockingly and talking to the surrounding people, causing Marcus to clench his teeth so suddenly that he ended up biting his tongue.

The black-haired man wasn't outright denying everything - what he was doing was something he picked up from a certain high noble girl.

He was presenting his faults with such unwavering confidence as if they were virtues instead and was completely shameless while doing so.