"What?! I'm the Dean of Alchemy Academy! How could I possibly be expelled?"
Dean Hoffman suddenly scrambled up from the floor and angrily rushed toward Hel.
However, before he could reach her, Hel calmly raised a document and unfolded it in front of him.
Hoffman immediately snatched the paper from her hands and began reading it word by word.
After a long while, he suddenly seemed to lose all strength and collapsed to the ground. His eyes turned hollow as he muttered blankly,
"They… how could they dare… I'm their dean…"
But Hel's goal was not to leave Hoffman trapped in confusion.
As a Sixth-Tier powerhouse, Hoffman was far too unpredictable.
Moreover, as a member of a foreign royal family and the dean of the Alchemy Academy, his influence within Savant was enormous.
If Hel were to lay hands on him—no matter where he died or how he died—it would attract enormous attention.
And attention was precisely what Hel wished to avoid.
Therefore, sending him back to wherever he came from was the best solution.
So Hel pulled out another document from her pocket and gently handed it to him, smiling faintly as she said,
"Don't worry, Dean Hoffman. You probably won't need to trouble yourself over this matter much longer."
"Because your subordinates have jointly reported you. According to the ruling of the Supreme Court, you are required to repay the twenty-five million gold coins you embezzled over the past fifty-four years."
"And you will be expelled from the Kingdom of Savant."
"I…"
Hoffman felt a suffocating tightness in his chest.
Was this even reasonable? He hadn't even heard about this accusation before. The court hadn't even convened, yet the verdict had already been delivered.
Did that make any sense?
At this moment, Hoffman felt that compared to his alleged corruption and bribery, the far more outrageous matter was that Savant's entire judicial system seemed to be under Hel's control.
But after finishing those words, Hel clearly had no intention of continuing to deal with Hoffman. Instead, she turned her gaze toward Dean Andrew, who was glaring at her with undisguised fury.
She smiled politely at him before pulling out yet another document.
"Dean Andrew…"
"What? Am I being expelled by the Mechanical Academy as well?"
Andrew snorted coldly. He was not as spineless as Hoffman.
Besides, he himself was a native of Savant. Even if the court attempted to exile him, the clan elders would never allow the Supreme Court to act so recklessly.
Therefore his tone toward Hel grew even harsher.
"Manipulating the financial markets, coercing Savant's nobles with usurious loans, bribing the Supreme Court…"
"I'd really like to know where you got the courage to do all this."
"Do you truly think Savant has no one left—that you can humiliate and toy with us as you please?"
"Ah, don't say that…"
Hel looked at him with narrowed eyes and a faint smile. Her tone suddenly shifted as she met Andrew's gaze directly, refusing to retreat even slightly.
"After all, weren't you also preparing to take action against Heim Industrial Park, which supports us?"
"You even planned to contact the Security Bureau and pin the charge of 'undermining national stability' on Princess Hiness's greatest ally."
"You… how do you know that?"
Andrew's expression immediately darkened.
If Hel knew everything he had ordered the disciplinary squad to do, that meant Captain Esme had most likely met with misfortune.
And Captain Esme was the granddaughter of the Vice Dean of the Mechanical Academy.
Could it be…
As that thought surfaced, Andrew's face grew even uglier.
At that moment, he could not help but regret sending only Esme and a small team to carry out the task.
He understood his old friend all too well. As his only remaining direct descendant, Esme was his absolute weakness.
For her sake, the man might even turn against Andrew himself.
Hel's next words completely confirmed Andrew's suspicion.
"This is Vice Dean Kyle's resignation letter for you."
"He says he will step down from his position and return to his hometown… to grow potatoes."
"You—"
At that moment Andrew didn't even know how to describe his own feelings.
Part of him burned with rage at Hel's shameless tactics, while another part seethed with frustration at his old friend's lack of backbone.
But after taking a deep breath, Andrew eventually calmed himself.
He understood that Hel was doing all this simply to shake his composure—to divert his attention away from the royal selection.
But this royal election concerned the future decades of development for the Mechanical Academy—whether it would continue to receive support from the kingdom.
Therefore, even if Kyle had already left the academy, and even if the Mechanical Academy was currently in complete chaos—
Andrew would not leave.
He let out a cold laugh and turned toward Elder Simona.
"As far as this meeting is concerned, I believe it is no longer fair."
"I demand that today's session be postponed."
Simona fell silent.
The situation was already clear.
Hiness's victory was almost certain.
And yet at this moment, Andrew was trying to go back on his word.
Though, admittedly, such behavior was quite in character for him.
But even if Simona wanted to postpone the meeting, doing so would violate the established rules.
She opened her mouth, somewhat troubled.
"There is nothing unfair about this meeting. Please—"
"No."
Andrew cut her off.
"If I say it's unfair, then it's unfair."
As he spoke, he released the overwhelming pressure unique to a Sixth-Tier powerhouse without restraint.
Aside from the other Sixth-Tier experts present, nearly everyone else was caught off guard. One by one they collapsed to the ground, unable to withstand the terrifying pressure.
Andrew then sneered coldly.
"The truth of this world is simple—"
"The one with the bigger fist has the greater right to speak."
"My disciplinary squad has already surrounded this place. If you don't want to be charged with treason, you'd better think carefully before making your choice."
As he said this, Andrew turned his gaze toward the great doors.
He believed that the soul pressure he had just released would have alerted the disciplinary squad lying in ambush outside.
And his prized student—the third Sixth-Tier powerhouse of the Alchemy Academy—should be arriving shortly.
But after waiting for quite some time…
The doors slowly opened.
A figure drenched in blood walked in from outside.
He stepped forward, knelt on one knee beside Hiness, and declared:
"Your subordinate, Taylor Flint, has successfully suppressed the rebels who attempted to stage a coup in the royal palace."