The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven)

Chapter 133

Chapter 133

"Raven, wait-Iron Queen... it's just a nickname," Peter stammered. "A term of endearment, really!"

This wasn't surrender. No, no.

This was a strategic withdrawal.

And besides, hadn't he just taken the first bold step toward rebellion? That had to count for something.

He was already halfway to shaking off the chains and singing his freedom song.

Ben, seeing Peter fold, jumped right in. "Yeah, Raven! To us, you're like... the brightest beacon in the dark!"

But before he could even finish the flattery, Raven cut in coldly.

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"You two. Assign the next two hours of training for your squads. And then-one hundred laps each. If you don't finish..." She smiled faintly. "I'll show you the real meaning of Iron Queen."

The remaining seven instructors looked like they'd just won the lottery. Smirks, barely concealed, crept onto their faces. Privately, they all thought the same thing. Thank god she didn't call on me!

As for Peter and Ben?

Good luck, boys.

But the smugness didn't last long.

Raven's voice returned, colder than before. "The rest of you-fifty laps each. Timer starts in one minute."

The grins vanished. Instantly.

like hellhounds were at

barked out orders with suspicious speed. And oddly... each ordered their cadets

Maybe they were trying to soften the

one-minute countdown ended, all nine instructors-under the wide- eyed gaze

students blinked in

stand there and supervise? Why are they running? Could it be... they were running

cadets were

that feeling of being

field became a sea

nothing had happened. Nearby, Class Six had just begun to recover from their collective agony. Raven

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her

left her mouth, the cadets-still reeling from pain-gritted their teeth and scrambled to their

gaze swept over them, then landed on

after Raven had forced two gray

to withdraw from the

His lips parted-but in the end, he said

He didn't dare.

in his heart, he'd already made

training ends, he swore, 'I'm going straight to the president's office. I'll file' my

family, one of Regalhold's first-tier noble clans. He was destined for the Hundred-Man Unit, destined to rule

some girl

would never-ever-allow someone like her to

only needed one glance to

slightly. But her eyes were

made for yourselves," she said, voice low and deadly steady. "Until this training ends,

Her gaze darkened.

be exiled from Regalhold itself. And as for that Hundred-Man Unit some of

a hundred cadets stood