Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!

Chapter 266: Chapter : 266 : The Third Trail!

The prayer hall, still humming with the aftershocks of Aiden’s impossible tree, gradually settled back into uneasy order. Students shuffled into their original three-row formation—nobles on the left, commoners on the right—though the usual rigid discipline had cracked. Whispers buzzed like flies.

The permanent tree loomed at the center of the marble floor, roots still embedded, canopy brushing stained-glass saints, blossoms slowly opening and closing in hypnotic silence.

No one dared touch it anymore, but eyes kept drifting back—commoners with awe, nobles with something close to fear.

In the commoner line, voices overlapped in hushed excitement.

”I still can’t believe it,” a freckled boy muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. ”He grew a whole tree. And it’s still here. Like... forever here.”

His friend nodded vigorously. ”Did you see the colors?”

A girl beside them clutched her uniform sleeve. ”He’s not human. He can’t be. That’s god magic. Actual god magic.”

Another commoner—a tall, lanky boy with forge burns on his arms—laughed under his breath. ”And the way those fangirls swarmed him? I thought they were gonna start a riot. ’Marry me!’ ’No, marry me!’ I’ve never seen anything like it.”

”Lord Aiden’s harem is scary,” a shorter girl whispered. ”Did you see the wolf girl bare her teeth? And that winged demon looked ready to murder someone.”

”They should be scary,” the forge-burned boy said proudly. ”They’re guarding the guy who just grew a holy tree in a prayer hall. That’s king shit.”

Across the aisle, the noble side was unnaturally quiet.

A third-son of House Veyl stared at his own palm—where his perfect crimson orchid had wilted at forty-two seconds—like it had personally betrayed him.

”How...” he whispered. ”How does a mud-blood do that?”

His friend—pale, gold-pinned collar—shook his head slowly. ”He can’t. It’s impossible. There must be an artifact. A forbidden relic. Something.”

A noble girl nearby clutched her necklace. ”Lord Elarion’s lily was perfect. Perfect. And that... that thing still outshone it. How?”

Another girl hissed, ”He cheated. He had to. No commoner grows a tree like that. Not here. Not in the prayer hall.”

”But it’s still there,” someone muttered. ”It’s not vanishing. It’s rooted. In marble. In holy ground.”

The words hung like smoke.

No one had an answer.

Far at the head of the hall, near the dais, Professor Elowen Voss stood with her back to the students—golden hair gleaming under stained-glass light—hissing at Mira Hale and Elira Nystovia in a furious whisper.

”Do you two even realize what you’ve done today?” she snapped, voice low enough not to carry but sharp enough to cut. ”Throwing yourselves at a student—a commoner—in front of the entire first-year class? In the middle of a sacred trial?”

Mira rubbed the back of her neck—cheeks still flushed, thighs clenched to keep Aiden’s cum from leaking further down her stockings. ”I... I was just so happy,” she mumbled. ”Seeing him grow that tree... it was a miracle. I couldn’t help myself.”

Elira smiled nervously, rubbing her own cheek. ”Sorry, Professor Voss. It’s not every day we witness something so... divine. I got carried away.”

Elowen’s eyes narrowed to slits. ”Carried away? You declared yourself his fiancée. In public. In front of hundred witnesses. And you—” she jabbed a finger at Mira ”—hugged him like a tavern wench. You’re a professor. Act like one.”

Both women shrank slightly.

”Sorry, Professor,” Eliylra said again, voice small.

”I’m sorry too,” Mira added quickly. ”It won’t happen again.”

Elowen exhaled sharply through her nose. ”If I see anything like this again, I will personally see you both suspended. Do you hear me?”

”Yes, Ma’am,” they said in unison—heads bowed.

Elowen turned—face smoothing into cold composure—and strode back toward the students. Mira and Elira followed a step behind, Mira walking carefully, Elira’s cheeks still faintly pink.

”Students,” Elowen announced, voice ringing across the hall, ”that marks the end of our second trial. Just... some distraction.”

A tiny giggle slipped from the commoner section.

Elowen’s eyes snapped toward the sound—silencing it instantly.

Both she and Mira raised their hands.

Elira stepped forward—voice soft, almost shy—eyes flicking to Aiden one last time.

”Good luck, Sir,” she called, smiling nervously.

Aiden met her gaze—smirk faint—and inclined his head.

The world twisted again.

Reality folded like paper.

One heartbeat they stood beneath stained-glass saints and a permanent impossible tree; the next—

—they stood on sunlit concrete under a wide blue sky.

A massive colosseum opened around them—tiered stone galleries rising in perfect circles, empty spectator seats waiting for future crowds, sand-strewn arena floor stretching wide beneath their feet. The air smelled of dust and hot stone. A faint breeze tugged at uniforms.

Students blinked, looking around.

Aiden scanned the colosseum—empty stands, high walls, open sky.

”This looks fun,” he said simply.

Elowen’s voice cut through the murmurs—cold, commanding.

”Welcome to the third and final trial. As explained before... this will be a duel. Students will be matched at random.”

Luna grabbed Aiden’s hand instantly—fingers lacing tight. ”Master... we’re finally going to fight.”

Thristle cracked her knuckles—grin feral. ”I am going to show those nobles exactly what real strength looks like.”

Selvara huffed—wings twitching. ”Hmph. This is child’s play.”

Nyxion’s tail swished excitedly. ”Heart Lord will destroy them.”

Venya rumbled low. ”Venya wants to burn things.”

Valeforia smirked. ”Let’s make it quick. I hate waiting.”

Xylendra simply nodded—silent, ready.

Lysandra placed a calming hand on Xylendra’s shoulder. ”Stay close. We’ll protect you.”

Aethoniel buzzed nervously. ”I-I don’t like fighting...”

Zerra bounced on her toes. ”I wanna punch nobles! Who’s first?!”

Liana grinned—shadows curling around her fingers. ”This is gonna be good.”

Ela Voss—standing quietly nearby—swallowed hard, amethyst eyes flicking toward Aiden.

Elowen raised her hand again—mana crackling at her fingertips.

”Random matching begins... now.”

The air shimmered.

Names began to glow in golden script above the arena floor—pairings forming one by one.

Students held their breath.

Aiden squeezed Luna’s hand.

The third trial had begun.

Aiden grinned, as he saw the matching, ”Let’s dance!”

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END OF Chapter : 266 : THE THIRD TRAIL!

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