The underworld queen come back and slays novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

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Not just Harvey–every student nearby froze in place the moment they saw the man standing at the edge of the crowd. All eyes turned toward the figure in the dark military uniform.

A man in his early fifties, his hair dusted with gray, face marked by time, yet still bearing traces of the striking handsomeness he must’ve once had.

But no one cared about his appearance. What drew their breath short was the insignia on his chest.

“Is that… the Grand General badge?”

“One of only five Grand Generals in all of Vyrdenia, just one rank beneath the supreme general?”

“What is someone like him doing here at our academy?”

The Grand General–Corey Jackson–swept his sharp gaze across the tense scene, his brow creasing slightly as he took in the chaos before him.

Then, turning toward Kurt with faint disapproval, he asked in a measured tone, “Mr. Monroe… what exactly is going on here?”

Before Kurt could answer, Harvey–having snapped out of his daze–quickly stepped forward, seizing the opportunity. “Mr. Monroe,” he said, his voice deliberately aggrieved, “this student disrespected her superior, broke my arm, and even rallied others to forcibly expel me from the academy grounds. I request that she be expelled immediately, in accordance with academy regulations–and the students who assisted her in this disgraceful insubordination should be punished as well

Corey’s expression didn’t shift, but his eyes followed the direction of Harvey’s pointing finger–until they landed on Raven. She stood there, utterly composed, calm to the point of arrogance. Not a flicker of fear. Not even a blink of doubt. Corey raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

He had seen countless young soldiers in his time, but never one who, after injuring a high–ranking staff member, could stand so casually before a Grand General, as if the matter were nothing more than a mild inconvenience.

And what was more surprising–far more surprising—was the reaction of the students around her.

He expected tension. He expected whispers, fear, or anger.

What he didn’t expect… was silence.

Silence–and the kind of looks being directed at Harvey. Confused. Cold. Almost… pitying.

They’re looking at him like he’s an idiot, Corey thought, genuinely taken aback.

Even after years of battlefield command and tactical planning, he found himself momentarily stunned by the sheer oddity of the scene.

And just as he began to wonder what he’d missed, Kurt’s voice rang out, cutting through the silence like a blade of ice.