NTR School: S Rank Student

There was no room left in Raphael's heart for mercy.

Not towards such a wicked woman.

His eyes remained trained on Amaya as she dragged the body from the platform and put it in a clothing wrapping.

As she tied up the body, she spoke aloud over the crowd. "This body will be dumped in the city lake, and fed to the fishes. He deserves no burial."

The crowd had no complaints and instead seemed pleased at the idea.

As Amaya lifted the clothed body onto her shoulders, the crowd began to slowly disperse.

They had experienced their entertainment for the day, so now it was time to go about their days.

Raphael, however, kept his eyes trained on the Third Angel as she carried the body through the streets.

Silently, he followed behind her.

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To his surprise, Amaya continued to travel through the streets of Snowdon until she reached its exit.

She walked through its gates, earning a bow of a head from the guards. Raphael followed behind shortly afterwards and was offered no such respect.

Keeping his distance, Raphael followed for another minute, travelling around the outskirts of the city wall until they finally reached a small lake.

Amaya didn't pay the body of the 'criminal' any respect, simply dumping it into the lake with a splash.

However, as she dusted off her hands, she was interrupted by a voice.

"Save a space in there for yourself."

Amaya quickly turned around and drew for the claymore on her back, but before she could take it from its sheath, a foot hit her in her plated chest.

The Third Angel stumbled and fell into the lake alongside the body. However, her heavy armour caused her to sink rather than float.

Raphael watched as she tried to swim to his surface, and to his surprise, the woman was having slight success.

She must be a good swimmer.

But before she could reach the surface, Raphael called upon his flames.

Not just one, but all three of them.

Rachael, Naomi, Violetta, lend me your strengths.

He placed his hand onto the surface water and felt the flames rise to his hand.

At this point, the Angel's head had emerged from the surface, and her eyes darted around frantically.

"W-what on earth are you doing civilian?" She spat between breaths as her sight fell on the man who had kicked her.

Raphael removed his hat, showing his long blonde hair. Instantly she knew what was going on, and her eyes bulged in fear.

"It can't be! You're the dragon king-"

Her words were cut off, as three flames lit the water.

At first, they struggled, bubbling beneath the surface and trying their best to thrive. But once Raphael increased the power, the flames began to boil the water until it was the heat of lava.

Amaya screamed, though they were quickly cut off as she stopped swimming, and began to sink into the boiling depths.

Raphael continued to pump his flames into the lake until the bubbles made by the woman's breath finally subsided.

Only then did he let the dragons power rest.

His hands felt sore from the usage of his power.

As he rose to his feet, the body of the murdered boy no longer floated atop the water.

It, too, had been eaten by the flames.

I'm sorry. I hope you can accept this as an appropriate burial. May you rest in peace.

---

Raphael returned to Snowdon, not with pride, but with residual anger.

He had punished a woman who deserved punishment, and yet, he did not feel good about it.

The events of the morning had only fuelled his desire to kill King Helix and finally take the city as his, and now he was a large step closer.

Having killed the third, the only Angels remaining were five and six. Raphael had no information on them, but he was sure that he would find them soon.

He entered into the Inn where he had been staying, to find it as empty as usual.

Heather stood behind the counter, and her husband played his music once again.

As he arrived, the two stopped what they were doing and stared at him. After arriving home with a hostage Angel, the two no longer knew what to expect from the man.

But Raphael did not say anything, as he headed towards the staircase leading to the upper floor.

"Is everything okay, Raphael?" Heather asked, now looking at him with worried eyes.

Raphael spoke of his shoulder, not bothering to look at the woman. His mood was foul.

"No. But another Angel has fallen, and for that, I am pleased."

Then, the Dragon King disappeared up the staircase, and Heather heard a door open and close.

She let out a breath that she did not know she was holding.

"Another one?" Trevor said, scratching at his ruffled beard in disbelief. "It cannot be true. This man, he could truly take over Snowdon."

Heather bit down on her lip, as she felt a feeling rise inside of her.

Everything he does makes it harder to resist.

I need to feel him again. I need to feel him today!

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Raphael entered the room of Alicia, the Fourth Angel, to find the tall woman lying on her bed, looking up at the ceiling.

As he entered, her head quickly swivelled to face him.

"My sister? Did you find her?" She asked, with no emotion in her tone.

Raphael didn't bother to hide his words.

"Yeah. She is dead."

A few moments of silence hung between the pair, as Alicia considered the situation. After a while, she shrugged her shoulders and returned her gaze to the ceiling.

"Well, that's that then. All's fair in war."

Raphael was taken by surprise. Regardless of how she felt about his actions, the woman could not do anything about it.

Yet still, it was strange to see a woman so complacent after receiving the news of a sibling's death.

Raphael nodded his head towards her. "I'm glad that you did not have to meet the same fate."

Then, without waiting for a response he exited the room.

The day had barely started, and yet Raphael felt like he had done so much.

All he wanted to do now, was ease his mind.

I should call upon Heather. Trevor isn't doing his job properly, so I might as well enjoy myself.