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Chapter 319: Lanchi's Hatred Reaches its Peak, Even as a Spectator
Chapter 319: Lanchi's Hatred Reaches its Peak, Even as a Spectator
The breeze blew across the edge of the stand, carrying with it the bloody stench of the slaughter below.
"..."
Levine Chesterston, Viscount of Quinton, fixed his gaze downward, his eyes filled with confusion, bewilderment, and panic.
... Could this really be the same gentle and kind youth he had met just three days ago?
The enigma before him was undoubtedly connected to the young man and woman by his side. Viscount Chesterston glanced at Lanchi and Xide.
Lanchi was still stroking the little black cat, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he were a mentor proud of his student's transformation.
Xide, meanwhile, remained leaning back in his chair, his hand casually propping up his cheek.
The viscount's throat constricted, and he unconsciously swallowed his saliva. He had intended to ask if the recent miserable state of the Ghost Party had anything to do with the pair, but he found himself stopping short of voicing the question.
Their calm and detached manner, treating life as though it were worthless, instilled a sense of fear in the viscount. It was as if he were seated beside beings that were not quite human.
From a distance, as he watched Shaia, bloody and on the brink of death, Viscount Chesterston felt each blow as if it were landing on his own body.
Suddenly, the noise from the arena surged back into the viscount's awareness, pulling him back to reality. He felt dizzy and sank back into his seat.
"May I ask you both, what has happened to Shaia? Why has he become like this?"
Out of a sense of responsibility as an elder, Viscount Chesterston found the courage to ask in a low voice.
Regardless of everything else, he considered Shaia as close as a son.
When he had invited Shaia to his mansion, they had walked and talked together. The viscount had shared the fact that he and Shaia's late father had been old acquaintances, the story of how Shaia and Lilys had first met in the imperial capital as children, the recent changes in the Snow Province, and how Lilys had been influenced by her encounter with Shaia and the efforts she had made over the years because of him.
He knew that Shaia would be inspired by this, and perhaps awaken to something new, but he never expected him to become like this!
Lanchi turned his head slightly at the question, a hint of a smile on his face.
"According to the most orthodox teaching methods of our school, I provided him with personal guidance and special training, and he did not disappoint. He has successfully gained the power to protect the one he loves."
Lanchi replied.
The curriculum focused on suppressing bandits—a man who intends to inherit a territory must also bear the responsibility of protecting his people.
Love and justice coexist; not only had they fulfilled the education indicators, but they had also accumulated immense merit through their good deeds.
When Huberian heard about this, she would surely praise him as well.
"Protoros Royal Magic Academy...?"
Viscount Chesterston was astonished.
Although the school had a reputation for being strict, could it truly transform someone to this extent? This was akin to turning someone into an elite demonic officer!
"There's no need for him to go to that school anymore," Lanchi smiled again, "Of course, if he wants to go to Helrom with Lilys, I'll write him a recommendation letter."
"..."
Viscount Chesterston rubbed his forehead, completely baffled.
He was aware that Shaia had not passed the special admission exam for the school, and while the recommendation route was an option, even the senior professors at the academy only had one or two fixed quotas every three years, often reserved for the most outstanding students. It was unthinkable that Shaia would be given such an opportunity merely as a favor.
He shook his head.
"But if this continues, Shaia will truly die. How can he possibly win?"
Viscount Chesterston could put everything else aside; his only concern now was Shaia's safety.
"Has his heart totem also changed? Is that his trump card?"
Thus far, Shaia had not used the umbrella in combat, and it seemed to hinder him in the intense melee. Although the umbrella appeared unchanged, perhaps it had some sort of second form or hidden ability!
"No, I have not altered Shaia's initial intentions or his heart," Lanchi shook his head.
Whether in the past or the present, he had never changed the essence of another person. He merely satisfied and fulfilled their wishes and desires, helping them find true happiness.
"......?!"
This caused Levine Chesterston, Viscount of Quinton, to turn his head towards the arena in trembling disbelief.
The sheer magnitude of Shia's transformation, yet the lack of any change in his weapon, was astonishing.
It implied that his heart totem had remained unwaveringly true to his initial intentions from the very start...
If he had truly stayed true to himself and yet morphed into this form, what kind of pure and bizarrely evil entity would he be?
In the arena, the clash of blades and splatter of blood continued, the pace of the fight rapidly drawing the battle to a close.
It was clear that Dean, the Viscount's son, held the advantage in this match-up.
A battle between an assassin and a warrior would always favor the one with greater endurance.
"Prepare to die!" Dean shouted, his eyes wild with battle-lust as the aura surrounding his sword flared brightly, lightning crackling along its length as he brought it down in a devastating strike aimed at Shia's body.
How dare this waste of space face him head-on and subject him to such agony!
Never before had he been so battered and humiliated!
He was determined to end this wretch called Shia today, even if it meant defying his father's wishes.
However, as the fight dragged on, it became evident that despite his own injuries, Dean was wearing Shia down. With each parry and dodge, Shia was growing weaker, and with this final strike, he would grind him into the dust!
As the sword descended towards Shia, leaving him with nowhere to escape, Dean let out a manic laugh.
The thrill of the fight, the imminent victory, and the satisfaction of ending his opponent's life would bring him unimaginable pleasure!
But in the next instant, a thunderous clash rang out as Shia's umbrella deflected the blow, its surface as solid as any fortress wall. The impact numbed Dean's arms, preventing him from pressing his advantage any further.
Shia's expression was calm as he turned his head slightly to regard Dean, his transparent barrier-umbrella deflecting the attack with ease.
Then, ignoring Dean, Shia reached into his pocket and pulled out several purple rare magic cards of the 'Erroneous Slow Healing' variety, casting a sustained healing spell upon himself.
"!!!"
Seeing the once-frantic Shia now calmly healing himself in the midst of battle, Dean realized the gravity of the situation.
These long-casting healing spells were typically employed by backline mages who had the luxury of time and space to cast their spells, and the purple-rare grade healing magic was already incredibly potent, coupled with the negative effect, the healing rate would be off the charts!
Shia's magical attributes were no slouch either; he was an assassin who could learn first-tier pink sacred magic, his innate magical talent verging on the absurd even among elf-kin.
Dean, who had thought victory was within his grasp, now watched in horror as Shia, protected by a barrier that could withstand even fourth-tier attacks, began to restore his nearly depleted health right before his very eyes!
Dean's eyes bulged, bloodshot and wild, his hands shaking as he stared at Shia.
In this remote place like Chesterston City, it was impossible to acquire so many high-quality 'Erroneous Slow Healing' cards; someone must have supplied them to Shia.
But who?!
Dean's gaze snapped to the audience, falling upon the distant figure of Lanchi, who was observing the match with a smile.
Having met him once before, Dean knew that Lanchi gave off the aura of a healing mage, especially with the warrior woman by his side. He was the only one who could possess such aberrant dark magic cards!
Yet, in response to Dean's intense stare, Lanchi merely gave him a thumbs-up, a gesture of encouragement to keep fighting.
At that moment, as Lanchi's mocking gesture hung in the air, Dean, helpless against Shia, felt the bile rise in his throat.
Standing in the arena, he forgot his pain, his rationality slipping away.
"I don't care if I kill Shia or not today, but I will end you!!!" Dean howled, his voice piercing the sky as he directed his rage at the spectator.
(End of Chapter)
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