The underworld queen come back and slays novel Chapter 145

Kurt smiled as he spoke, his voice calm and steady, yet laced with something unmistakably final. “I believe most of you already know–I’ll be retiring soon. Today, I can officially announce that the acting president who will be taking my place has already arrived. She’s spent time embedded among you, observing and evaluating the state of this academy firsthand.”

He paused for a beat, then turned toward Raven with a smile that made more than a few stomachs tighten.

“Allow me to introduce her formally,” he said. “This is Miss Valor–your next acting president.”

The words fell like a hammer.

For a long, breathless moment, the crowd was absolutely silent.

Everyone stood there, stunned into stillness, as if their minds simply refused to accept what they’d just heard.

They thought, ‘Wait–what? Raven? That girl who supposedly came from some backwater town? The scholarship case? The one they’d all whispered was using her looks to climb her way up? She… she was going to be the acting president of Regalhold University? No. That couldn’t be right.

Someone stepping into Kurt’s position should’ve been a seasoned figure in their thirties, at least–someone from the military’s top brass, with years of experience and an air of authority.

Not a girl who, quite frankly, looked younger than most of the students standing around her.

Surely, Kurt was joking. Right?

But before anyone could find their footing in this collapsing sense of reality, Raven’s cool, unbothered voice rang out again as she glanced toward the instructors restraining the five troublemakers.

“Throw them out.”

The instructors didn’t hesitate. Almost in unison, they replied, “Yes, ma’am.”

In the very next instant, the grip on the girls‘ wrists tightened. All five of them gasped in pain, their bodies jolting under the

pressure.

Brianna, already pale from having multiple ribs broken by Raven earlier, looked like she was on the edge of blacking out. But the hatred in her eyes burned hotter than ever. If anything, the pain had made her more lucid.

She glared at Raven, voice trembling but sharp with venom. “Someone like you… how the hell did you become acting president? Let me go! I’ll report this to the military myself!”

Raven frowned slightly, then flicked her fingers.

A thin silver needle flashed through the air and embedded itself cleanly into a pressure point on Brianna’s neck.

And then came her voice–calm, detached, terrifyingly cold. “If you can’t speak properly, then you won’t be speaking at all.”

Brianna’s eyes flew wide open in horror. She opened her mouth to scream something, anything–but all that came out were muffled, choked whimpers.

“Mm–mm–mm!”

Her voice was gone.

Millie and the others flinched. The sound of Brianna’s broken, voiceless groans and the realization of what Raven had done sent a chill straight to their bones. One look at Raven’s face–and they knew.

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