Inside the main hall, hundreds of participants gathered.
Considering the number of people, the sheer fact that the hall still looked that it could still contain more showed how massive the hall was. People from all kinds of factions gathered, and they had already taken the initiative to group up.
Mostly, those who ca from the sa faction grouped together.
Mirel was walking beside Lucivar.
Initially, he thought they were going to find an empty spot to occupy, but that wasn't the case.
Lucivar seed relaxed and nonchalant, walking leisurely past so people, yet he was guiding where the two were going. He did it subtly, with a simple bump of their shoulders or even making small talk while pointing sowhere.
Clearly, he was looking for soone.
"Are you not going to ask about Caldaros?" Mirel suddenly asked.
"Caldaros?" Lucivar shrugged. "You knew and him have a problem, don't pretend like you don't."
Mirel sighed dejectedly.
He wanted to dig so information from Lucivar, like what their problem was, but it seed that was going to be hard to do. Lucivar gave no leeway for him to talk about that—limiting the conversation to nothing major.
Peering through the sea of people, Lucivar found the faces he wanted to find.
Renis, the Shadow Clan's champion, was as expected he would be, at the right-most corner of the hall.
He was alone and seed to be antisocial.
After crossing the entire hall, he finally managed to find a petite woman with very long pale red hair, the second person he wanted to find, Orivelle. Lucivar could tell exactly who she was since beside her was the pretty boy he had t in the Trading Union main branch, Arthur.
'Clearly, those are the people from the Vanguard Institute.' Lucivar nodded.
Finally, he spotted his target.
Focusing on Orivelle, he smirked.
It was ti for him to make his first move.
'I should've tracked Caldaros,' He thought, scanning the people around her in case Caldaros was nearby. 'He managed to attack Nerissa back then because I attacked Ciri. He ca rushing because of that, not because he was tracking . I should be fine, but just in case…'
Lucivar was about to avert his gaze, but Orivelle turned towards him.
She did it suddenly, seemingly sensing a malicious intent coming from behind.
Fortunately, Lucivar reacted fast enough and hid behind a group of people.
Orivelle's eyes lingered and narrowed at where she sensed the malice from, troubled by the sensation.
"What's wrong, senior sister?" Arthur asked, also turning to look in the sa direction.
"I felt soone looking at ," She answered with a frown.
"Hahah~ You're too paranoid, senior sister," Arthur cackled. "I bet it's probably that muscle mommy."
"Say that in her face, pervert," Orivella shot him a look. "She'll beat you up again."
"Co on, I was only playing around," Arthur smiled nervously, a trickle of cold sweat drizzling down the side of his face at the thought of the last ti he crossed that muscle-head woman. "Besides, even if she ca after , I have you! You'll protect !"
Upon hearing this, Orivelle smirked and turned elsewhere.
In that mont, Arthur's heart skipped a beat, "Right? You're going to protect , right…?"
On the other hand, Lucivar breathed in relief again when he saw Orivelle didn't catch him looking.
That could've been bad, he couldn't afford for her to suspect anything, or else it would ruin his plan.
"It's my first ti seeing you hiding from a woman," Mirel suddenly said, spooking Lucivar, who was busy hiding from Orivelle's gaze. Straightening his back again, he turned to look at Orivelle, "For quite the longest ti, I always questioned how you resisted Leandra when she's basically throwing herself at you, now I know why…"
"Why didn't you tell you like slender and thin girsl li-"
Before he could finish, Lucivar had already cut him off.
"Shut the fuck up," He growled. "How in the fuck did your head get there?"
Seeing Mirel was about to answer, Lucivar quickly raised his hand to stop him.
He could tell that Mirel was about to say rubbish.
Mirel laughed, but Lucivar ignored the laughter and closed his eyes to channel his attribute.
Now that he was a Chrysalis-rank, his ether has evolved further, turning into dark and light ether.
Dark attribute has the power of curses, while light attribute has the power of healing.
Separating them, solely focusing on his light ether, he guided it to flow throughout his blood streams.
He tracked down any sign of spell or ability, a mark that he might've missed.
But there was none, he was in the clear.
Peeking at Orivelle again, now, he saw her looking at soone across from her.
One could see the tension and burning passion behind her gaze.
Lucivar moved to the side a bit and realized that it was a dark-skinned, muscular woman—Garran, the champion of the Jola Family. Seeing her, Lucivar wasted no ti and prepared to move, "Go et up with Caldaros or sothing, I have sothing to do."
As he said that, he walked over to Garran, trying to act natural along the way.
"So it began, he's making his move…" Mirel mumbled worriedly.
anwhile, Garran was smiling mockingly, eting Orivelle's gaze straight on without fear.
In fact, she has been waiting for this mont, for Orivelle to challenge her again.
Back then, she won the battle one-sidedly and was even able to humiliate Orivelle in her own institute.
Surely, Orivelle was going to co back to challenge her again, and this tournant would be the ti.
Just as she was taunting Orivelle, soone bumped into her hard.
She was pushed forward, bumping into several other participants—the push seed deliberate, Garran was able to tell. But that clarity vanished instantly—as fast as paper burned to flas, when the person who bumped her didn't stop there.
"Watch it, dude! Don't stand on the way like a moron."
Gritting her teeth, Garran turned around.
She glared at the person who was giving her a sharp glance, a person who could be barely called a man with half her muscle mass, "Stand on the way? You bumped into , how is this my fault?! If anything, you owe an apology!"
"Oh—you're a girl?" Lucivar blinked with exaggerated surprise, a fake surprise.
"Wow, could've fooled . Sorry then. Guess I mistook you for a guy… You know, with all that muscle and the whole mountain-sized aura you've got going on. No offense, of course—just saying, maybe if you should be more lady-like, eat less, train less… doing sothing a bit more feminine."
All of Lucivar's suggestions were akin to a knife to her ego.
She was like this because of her bloodline.
Of course, she liked strength training and all, but that was beside the point.
Garran's face fell—she took offense at every word that ca out of Lucivar's mouth.
Even the fact that so of the participants around her were chuckling made her angrier.
"Are you mocking …?" Garran asked, her voice dangerously low.
So of the people stepped back, sensing that there might be a fight breaking out.
"Only a suggestion. A woman shouldn't be burly like you, it's unsightly," Lucivar continued, ignoring the fact that Garran was already reaching her limit. "Pretty, slender, anything but how you looked right now."
Then, he pointed at soone from the crowd.
Many of the participants nearby looked at who he was pointing at—It was a random woman.
"Like her, for example, isn't she pleasant to look at?" He shalessly declared.
Becoming the center of attention, the woman was flustered, pointing at herself as if she couldn't believe she was dragged into this, used as an example. She wanted to say sothing, to be angry at Lucivar for dragging her into this without permission.
But the words that Lucivar said, she couldn't lie—It felt good.
All she could amount to do was remain silent.
"In that case, let's see who's more pleasant to look at," Garran stepped forward, her eyes were a finger above Lucivar's. She towered over him, aura flaring like vapor from boiling water, " or you after I'm done smashing your face in…"
Upon hearing this, Lucivar smirked, "Resorting to violence already? Such a nice lady you are."
Observing this from the side, Orivelle's eyes flashed.
Seeing how Garran was humiliated in public was a treat she did not know she would have today, but she wasn't complaining. It was about ti for her to know what it felt like to be humiliated. Sooner or later, soone would teach her a lesson.
And it seed this unknown man was that person.
"Senior sister, that's him!" Arthur suddenly said. "It's the guy I saw, Lucivar!"
"Oh… As you said, he's quite arrogant. But then again, it doesn't seem reckless," Orivella nodded.
Even though Lucivar was arrogant, it didn't feel spoiled, the kind of arrogance that ca from having a powerful family. For so reason, the way Orivelle sees it—his arrogance ca from the fact that he could back it up.
Just as a fight was about to break out, a redheaded woman stepped in.
"Why don't we end this here?" She said, stepping between them with effortless poise, diffusing the air from the crackling tension. "If you guys have a problem with each other, settle it in the tournant. We are supposed to be the future of the young generation, start acting like it."
Hearing this, Garran snorted, her nose flaring from anger.
She cast one last look at Lucivar, branding his face into her mind, before turning around to leave.
Once she left, the onlookers averted their gazes again.
Nothing interesting to look at if Garran wasn't going to fight with this unknown man.
On the other hand, Lucivar looked at the woman and realized it was soone he knew.
Or at least, soone he saw.
"Abigail?" He pointed and raised an eyebrow.
"I'm surprised you rember ," Abigail smiled cheerfully. "Did the twins ntion again?"
"No, not really," Lucivar shrugged and crossed his arms. "I'm good with nas."
Then, he looked up and down, inspecting Abigail in surprise.
Lucivar rembered that her family was close with the governor, but she wasn't supposed to be here.
"Do you work here or sothing?" He asked.
"Have you ever stopped and thought what your words would do to others?" Abigail chuckled in disbelief.
Lucivar was too direct.
She knew that she was extrely weak back then when they ca across each other in the arcade, and it was weird to see her here. Even so, hearing him say that quite stings. "Back then, I was suppressing my powers with an artifact to train. I'm actually way stronger than the twins,"
Hearing this, Lucivar wasn't surprised.
She was close with the governor, and also a Vampire Hybrid, there's no way she could be that weak.
Just as Lucivar was about to say sothing, the gate into the hall was pushed open wide.
Several organizer crews stepped forward, welcoming a man—a grand entrance.
Surely, nobody would mistake this person.
"Seth…" Lucivar mumbled.
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