I am the Only Son of Nyx

Kai stared at the Chancellor for a good moment.

Hearing those words come out of the Chancellor’s mouth was surreal—and he was attempting to see whether he was hallucinating right now. But it was real. To his surprise, he had gotten the blessing from the Chancellor to become the Red Prince.

Not denied, but accepted.

Of course, Kai came with the intention to make sure that he would not be denied anymore.

But when he was really accepted, he was still stunned.

Frankly, considering their last encounter in this room, he expected a hard fight. Somehow, the Chancellor would make sure that he wasn’t going to become this year’s red prince. And even if he managed to convince the Chancellor, it would be a hard fight.

Yet that didn’t happen.

In fact, it almost felt like the Chancellor wanted Kai to convince him to do this.

To allow Kai to become the red prince.

Kai became emotional inside, but he didn’t break in front of the Chancellor.

Instead, he accepted the ceremonial mask—a red mask shaped like the dragon he had seen in front of the hall where the original Eventide Mantle of Lifeblood was displayed. A mask that he would wear for the investiture.

"Are you..." Kai looked up to the Chancellor. "Are you really letting me do this?"

"Yes." The Chancellor walked to the side and tapped on the floor. A mechanical noise rang as he turned to face Kai again. "Your reasoning is exactly what I have in mind. Just that—I want to see whether you are aware of it because I want you to understand the weight of my decision to let you do this and be grateful."

Before Kai could answer, the wall beside Chancellor sank in and slid to the side.

A small hidden room was revealed, and in there was an intricate podium.

It was made of hardwood with a dragon coiling around it up until its head reached the top.

Seeing the nudge from the Chancellor’s chin, Kai approached the podium slowly. And then, he saw something inside the dragon’s mouth. He took it out and realized that it was some sort of insignia made of red metal and shaped like a snarling dragon’s head.

Even with a touch, Kai could feel that it contained mana.

"That’ll be your identification from here onward—the Insignia of the Red Prince. You’re going to be representing the academy, so wear it with pride." The Chancellor said as he crossed his arms. "And it also has the ability to create a scaled dome around you if infused with mana. It could block even an attack from a Scourge-class Star Beast."

Kai stared at the insignia and felt the metal with his thumb.

He then clenched it inside his hand and turned around. "I’ll make sure to wear it with pride."

Naturally, the Chancellor didn’t need to tell him to do that.

Considering how much he went through to obtain it, he would most certainly wear it proudly.

A hard-earned token reserved only for the red prince.

Just then, a knock came from the door.

"Come in!" the Chancellor answered and then sat on the edge of the table.

A professor poked her head in—Professor Kimberly, the one in charge of the groups.

Even though she only opened the door a little, the rowdy sound of students could already be heard—and it was loud. It seemed the students had already been waiting. "Sorry to interrupt, but we’re ready."

"Yes," the Chancellor nodded. "We’re about done."

"Great. Someone will knock on the other door. And remember, Chancellor, you go first. Don’t make the same mistake as last year, please." She paused—then her gaze settled on Kai. "And then you follow after the next knock. "

Hearing what she said, the Chancellor waved his hand quickly, telling her to go away.

He didn’t want to relive last year’s investiture.

And only then did Professor Kimberly pull her torso out of the office room again.

Kai then turned to the Chancellor, confused.

"What are we doing again?"

"Your investiture, of course. All you need to do is walk straight, and someone will guide you."

"Okay."

"Oh, and one more thing. You killed two High Angels, so I expect you to work harder for the academy in the Second Sky, understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

...

On the top floor of the main academy building—the corridor only ran along the edge in a square shape, leaving the center hollow. One could directly see—all the way to the ground floor by looking down from the railing.

Students lined the edges in a dense, expectant crowd.

So many students were gathered to witness the investiture, more than during the tournament.

Of course, the seniors who haven’t reached the required baseline by the academy couldn’t attend the tournament, but they must be present for this. Because of that, students filled the top floor and even spilled down to the floor below.

Everyone was packed shoulder-to-shoulder, waiting for the investiture to start.

It was the moment that the champion of the tournament, Kai, would become the Red Prince.

Beneath the weight of the expectant crowd, the air crackled with restless, electric energy.

Students who had missed the tournament leaned toward those who had witnessed it from the very start to the finish—their voices a low, buzzing undercurrent of curiosity. Seeing how excited their peers who attended the tournament were, they became curious.

A lot of questions swirled in their minds.

Who had won? What had happened? Why are they excited like this?

And the answers came in fragments, each one more impressive and impossible than the last.

Shock rippled through the new crowd, and it sharpened the hunger in their eyes.

Based on what the new crowd learned, this year’s Dragon Ring Tournament had been so hectic that it most likely was the most eventful—since the founding of Eventide Academy. And at the center of the storm was a Lesser Angel who had defied every expectation.

Survived every impossibility.

And walked away as the champion.

Now, more than anything, the new crowd wanted to glimpse this Lesser Angel.

To see the face of the anomaly.

Even though the wait stretched on, it didn’t feel like an hour. It felt like ten minutes.

Anticipation and heated discussions had a way of devouring time.

And soon, without warning, the investiture began.

Rumble—!

Conversations died in an instant, as if a blade had sliced through the noise when the entirety of the building hummed—the air thickened with mana that filled the interior. The change was so evident as the mana pressed against their skin and made their lungs work harder.

Every eye turned toward the hollow space of the center.

A translucent crimson bridge materialized from nothing—a ribbon of pure mana suspended in midair, crossing the hollow space that connected the central side of the building to the right side.

It stretched from the central side toward the far hall, where the snarling dragon statue loomed.

The dragon statue was not alive, but its stone eyes seemed to watch the proceedings closely.

Beneath the statue, the deans and professors had already gathered in perfect symmetry—right and left, leaving the center open. A wide path stretched between them, leading directly to five crowns on the wall and a massive bowl filled with blood.

At the opposite end of the bridge, the double doors waited.

Two grey-masked Angels stepped forward in perfect unison and pulled them open.

Beyond them, a cloudy barrier of pale red swirled.

It was opaque, hiding whatever waited on the other side.

Seeing this, the crowd held its breath—and then, the first figure walked through the barrier.

The Chancellor.

He stepped through the cloudy barrier and stopped before the opening in the railing that led to the floating bridge. His mask caught the light—the sharp angles of it cast long shadows across his features.

For one long, heavy moment, he scanned the gathered students.

Just his presence alone was an unspoken command that stilled even the most restless hearts.

As the Chancellor stepped onto the translucent bridge, fire erupted from four points along the railing, twin columns of flames that shot ceilingward in a sudden, theatrical blaze. But the fire did not fade.

It twisted, coiled, and reshaped itself mid-air.

Four small dragons of living flame spiraled into existence—their bodies weaved left and right, circling the Chancellor as he began his slow, deliberate crossing. No trumpets. No exuberant fanfare. Only the crackle of fire and the presence of a powerhouse.

He walked, and the dragons danced.

Their forms flickered and snapped, trailing embers that dissolved into the air.

Several familiar faces waited on the other side of the bridge, but the Chancellor spared them no glance and continued along the soft crimson carpet with dignified elegance. His robe swept the floor as he passed the gathered dignitaries.

Below, the students on the lower floor lost sight of him.

Just earlier, they thought the investiture was no big deal as they had already seen it.

So—they decided that being on the lower floor was enough, as they didn’t really want to watch the proceedings. But after learning about the champion of this year’s Dragon Ring tournament, who was out of the ordinary, they couldn’t stay on the lower floor.

A quick surge of bodies pressed toward the top floor.

All of them were eager for even a glimpse.

As customary for the investiture, the Chancellor stopped before the dragon statue and placed a hand over his chest—a gesture of respect. It was the symbol of Eventide Academy, so it was warranted at least this much respect.

Once finished, he moved forward, halting only when he stood before the massive bowl.

Even standing by standing in front of it, the pool of blood looked disturbing and thick.

But he was no stranger to the sight of blood, so it didn’t deter him.

Dean Lincoln stepped forward and offered a torch—its flame a raging crimson. Not normal.

The Chancellor accepted the torch with a nod, then turned slowly to face the gathered crowd. He raised it high, letting every eye settle on the flame—before lowering it toward the massive bowl, pressing the fire down until it touched the surface of the blood.

Swoosh—!

Almost instantly, the crimson flame spread.

It swallowed the massive bowl’s rim in a ring of living red.

A subtle wave of heat and mana rippled across the entire building in an expanding ring.

Not stopping at that, a single flame separated from the blaze—twisting skyward before slowly forming a sizeable sphere of fire on the ceiling. It hung there for a breath, then detonated in a brilliant splash.

The crowd flinched, arms raised, but the fire didn’t burn them.

Instead, the embers created from the splash—transformed into flaming rose petals that rained down softly, filling the hall with a shower of crimson light. And it was then that the grey-masked Angel near the double doors stepped forward and announced the star of the investiture.

"Champion of the 142nd Dragon Ring Tournament, Lesser Angel Kai!"

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