Legendary Hero Is An Academy Honors Student の小説・ストーリー

“To help people. This a training school for heroes. We seek to provide this land with the heroes required to fight against the influx of monsters. You can turn your abilities to the betterment of others here, Aien. You can learn to be a hero, and not a villain.” “A villain,” Aien repeated. “But isn’t that what I am? The son of a villain destined to follow in my father’s footsteps?” “It doesn’t need to be that way. Think about it,” Akyran turned and raised his eyebrows as he saw me through the doorway. “Daethie?”

Jake grumbled before continuing his walk around the room again. "Jakes." Alex turned to him, his face was serious but his eyes were twinkling with amusement. "Why don't you want to say the name "That Lycan?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest. "Don't tell me you believed Vincent's story ... " I couldn't hold back my smile. Even though his body is big, Jake is indeed a coward. He also easily believes in legends or myths that usually only children believe. "Which story?" Jake grumbled without looking at us. He kept walking with an annoyed face.

She continued to talk non-stop, introducing her new idol. "Catherine, let me tell you, Hero is not only amazing at gaming, but he's also incredibly intelligent. He's in the same university as us. It's said that he got accepted into Styre University this year. And because he's participating in the competition, the school has granted him an exemption from physical training. Isn't that amazing?" Catherine didn't say anything, as she had no interest in these gaming celebrities. Faced with Amelia's enthusiasm, she just wanted to rest.

I think I understand strength, fury, and magic. But nothing had prepared me for the intensity of his Legion energy, the fire of the phoenix coursing through him, and the raw, primal will he summoned to protect me and our unborn child. He’s become the first person to ever vanquish a god. The academy recognizes it, of course. They offered awards, honorary titles, privileges... but what does it matter? What use are medals if the person who earns them can't even be there to take them? My chest tightens at the thought.

Erbot smiled as he replied. The Glory Heart Academy was the best Academy for all the werewolves, the Alphas, and all the werewolves with special powers. They would be accepting the highest level of training there, they could also get glory and power and fame. In the academy, they could fight for the position of the Alpha king, the Moon Goddess, or the Goddess of War. Xavier was my lover who loved me so much that he had died for me, causing his disappearance, and had finally been found. I could see him again.

"Mom! I don't need any freaking body guard. I'm 16, I can take care of my fucking self. For heaven's sake, it is just school." Dropping the books, he yelled directly to his mother's face in anger. "Akillim Orshwood Junior, don't let me remind you who's son you are. Your father is the prime minister for intercontinental affairs of this Empire, and security measures are compulsory." "Screw this mom! I can't keep living this way." He turned, pulled up the books laying unhinged on the floor, and hurried out through the front door. ¶The Academy was a home for scholars, created for the purpose of knowledge study, skills, self-defense, and even magic was an explored factor.

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

Hiddleston High is an all-male paranormal institution where different supernatural creatures exist. Attending this academy were werewolves, vampires, witches, mermaids, orcs, elves, werecats, werebears, serpents and even heretics. Nestled in a secluded valley, only chosen and intelligent male successors of elite nobles who were at least 15 years old went to this academy. There, they are taught how to harness their powers, become warriors and the like. Hiddleston High provides a haven for them to develop their innate abilities, hone their skills, and become formidable warriors.

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

“I’m going to need more than a vague monosyllabic answer, Kade.” I exhaled, running my hands through my hair. “Caleb Langley is…” A douchebag, an asshole, the biggest dickhead to walk the face of the earth. “Not a good person,” I finished. Andrea raised a brow. “You know him?” I nodded. “We went to Alpha Academy together.” Andrea scoffed. “That’s not a real thing.” “What?” “There isn’t actually an Alpha Academy, right?” I rolled my eyes. “Yes, there is. Think of it as finishing school or business school, if you will. It’s for Alpha heirs. They teach you all you need to know to rule a pack and negotiate the politics between other packs. Every powerful Alpha has gone to one.”