My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!
Chapter 219: Chapter 219: Safe trip to hell

Eren was informed that a friend was waiting outside the sect who came here to meet him. As he didn't have permission or authority to enter, the guards didn't allow that person inside.

The guards only sent a message to Eren to confirm if the person was indeed someone who he claimed to be.

"Did he give you a name?" Eren asked the Librarian.

Eren was sure that Ren Necroline had no friends in this world. At least that was his assumption. The only person who was even close to Ren Necroline was Devourer but that person was already dead.

"He said his name is Qien. He said you would remember him if you're informed about the ring or something like that? Does that hold any significance?" the Librarian stated.

"The ring?" Eren looked at his hand. There was only the storage ring on his finger, but he didn't receive this ring from anyone. The only other ring that was invisible and allowed him to disguise was given to him by Devourer.

'Is it Devourer? Is he still alive?'

Lost in thought, Eren stood up. If it was Devourer, then it was for the best. As long as it was him, a lot of his problems could be solved.

"I will meet that person." He told the Librarian. "Can you keep the books here? I should return after I am done with the meeting."

Although it was bad timing, he couldn't refuse if it was actually Devourer. Although he wanted to stay here to keep an alibi, he had no choice but to leave for a short moment.

As for a witness, he could still keep one.

He walked past the Librarian and went down the stairs to leave the library. Outside the library, there was the Guard who had come here to inform Eren.

As the Guard wasn't allowed to enter the library, the message was delivered through the Librarian.

This guard was also a witness to prove that the only time he wasn't in the library, he was accompanied by someone to the main entrance which was on the opposite side of the Frost Demon's mountain.

The Guard greeted Eren respectfully and led him towards the main entrance of the Sect, outside the mountainous region.

Eren soon reached the destination and saw a group of guards standing before a middle aged man, blocking his path.

The middle aged man wasn't recognisable by Eren, which wasn't surprising for him. Most of Eren's memory was a mystery to him after all.

The only thing he was certain about was that the middle aged man wasn't strong. He was like an ordinary person without any cultivation.

As soon as Eren landed, the Guards stepped back, leaving Eren to deal with the person. If that person was lying, they were sure that Eren could deal with him in the proper manner.

Eren observed the person while the Guards moved back to their positions, giving the two of them ample privacy.

'Identify.'

Eren used the identification skill to learn more about the person. Even he wasn't sure if this person was actually Devourer in disguise.

..........

[Name: Trisen]

[Level: 35]

[Identity: Professor from the Hero Academy]

[Bloodline Ability: Disguise]

[Age: 43]

[Traits: Hypocrite]

[Hero Grade: A Rank]

[Goddess Protection: None]

[Unique items in possession: None]

.........

'Hero Academy?' Eren frowned as he went through the status screen that wasn't as detailed as it was when describing himself.

Still, he was able to gain a lot of information about him. He finally understood what ring he was talking about. It wasn't the ring given by Devourer but the ring given by the Dean of Hero Academy.

'This is annoying... I thought only Mist was supposed to know that I was a spy. But even Professors are being informed about this? This is getting more complicated than I thought.'

'If even one of them accidentally leaks the identity, it would become even more complicated. The less people know the better, so why?'

Eren rubbed his forehead, quite frustrated at how things were progressing. He was even cursing Mist in his mind, who was making his life so much harder.

It was as if Mist was worried that not enough people knew about his identity that she kept telling everyone else? Did she think he was a little too safe?

"What do you want?" Eren asked the person while casting a silencing spell around them. Although guards were too far to hear, he didn't want to take any more risks in this complicated situation.

"You little brat, did you forget your place?" The man known as Trisen glared at Eren.

Even in this place, the man was looking down on Eren. It was the case when he was just a level 35 person.

Although his level was higher, but that didn't mean his stats were higher as well. Eren's stats had already surpassed that person.

Looking at his reaction, Eren even wondered how Ren was treated in the Hero Academy while he was staying silent there.

"Why are you not contacting the Dean every month? Did you forget the reason you were sent here? Or do you think you are beyond our reach now?" the man said, filled with malice.

He placed his hand on Eren's shoulder, as if talking to someone beneath him.

"Don't forget that if we can send you here, we can also have you crushed! So don't try your luck!"

Eren's lips twitched in frustration. He was already annoyed that a mere professor was being informed about his identity but now these people were trying to reach for his neck?

"I am just here to remind you. Don't neglect your duties, or the next time I come... It might be your last." He patted Eren's cheeks as if talking to a child, his voice laced with threat.

As he finished conveying a message, he turned around to leave. However, just as he turned, he felt Eren's hand on his shoulder.

"Since you delivered me a message, there's also one message I wanted to deliver," Eren said, his thoughts impossible to grasp.

"What was it?" The man turned around, wondering if Eren had completed the task he was given. However, the moment he turned around, his face grew pale.

He looked down, seeing his chest bleeding. Eren's hand had already stabbed through his chest, taking a hold of his heart.

"Have a safe trip to hell... Brat." Eren pulled out the heart, the man's body falling to his knees without strength.