Alten quickly jerked his head around to look out the window, only to see what he had worst expected.
He saw Lyrian already 10 feet away from the window, having leaped out.
Alten felt a doom overco him at that mont, "Lyrian! What the hell!?" He exclaid in astonishnt.
He had no clue what to do, but at that mont, Lyrian looked back at him and Leon and said, "Don't follow ," and quickly fell down toward the ground.
Alten quickly ran over to the open window that had a 3-foot wall railing beneath it now and stuck his head and torso out of it.
He looked at Lyrian was already halfway down to the ground, before abruptly turning around to face Leon, "What the hell do we do!?"
Leon sat calmly in his chair, putting his feet on the table, "You heard him. He wants us to stay here, so that's what I'm doing."
"Wh--!? But that's two second-year students! And what trouble will he get into if he actually fights them!"
As Alten shouted this, Leon paused for a mont, "That statent assus two things. That he is firstly not strong enough to beat them, and secondly that he is not smart enough to understand the consequences."
Alten was slightly taken aback by this revelation.
"Still..." He began to speak in a more quiet tone, "If we are his companions, then isn't it our goal to help our teammate? To give inputs to his thinking? Three brains are better than one."
Leon paused again, finding reason in Alten's statent.
"Hmm... you're right, Alten. But... even I know how low stakes this is."
Alten was surprised, "What? Low stakes? This is attacking two second-year students you're talking about!"
"Just listen... Lyrian clearly planned this to happen on the day of the exam, just because he knows that he won't get in large trouble since he won't be here anyways to take the punishnt,"
Alten found this to be fair, but it still didn't an that Lyrian could safely defeat those two.
"And on top of that... I know that Lyrian is capable of winning against them."
"What? How can you be so sure?"
"When I fought against him, even in my second form of Fortification, he defeated with ease."
"With ease? Sure, maybe without so trouble, but I wouldn't say that was with ease..."
"That's where you're wrong," Leon paused for a mont, "Lyrian... he's a monster now. In the end, when he delivered the finishing attack, there was a different type of aura that exuded from him. It was fearso, like a damn demon."
Alten didn't speak, intrigued with what Leon was talking about.
"He is far, far stronger than before. I doubt he even used 20% of his power with ..."
Alten was imdiately shocked by this, "What!?" He initially exclaid, and then realized what Leon was really saying, "What..." He said in a tone of disbelief.
Finally, he turned back around and looked out the window, as Leon also peered out from his seat.
As soon as Lyrian jumped out of the window, he continued listening to what Israthel and Roswil down there were saying.
"But just know, that kid is seriously a monster. I don't know how, but he even took down my n."
"What!? The Black Petal Sect's n!?"
"Hey! Keep it down!" Roswil paused, as both of them looked around to see if anyone was watching. Unfortunately for them, they didn't think to look upwards...
"Don't call them that! They are re peasants. Scum of the earth." Roswil said with disdain.
"Still... didn't you say they were from there?" Israthel retorted.
"Those n were the peasant slaves of the small branches of the actual main branch sect. They weren't actually a part of it..."
"You lying bastard. You told they were. No wonder they got defeated by him."
"Be quiet, fool! Even if they aren't a part of that sect, they should have still been enough to even take down an average second-year student."
"Well... can you get more n from there?"
As soon as Israthel whispered this, another voice suddenly sounded from the air.
"More n from where?" Lyrian shouted, landing on the ground behind both of them with a fairly loud bang.
As soon as he landed, Roswil jumped back in surprise.
"Ah!" He instinctively exclaid.
Israthel was equally as spooked, as a flustered expression donned his face.
"What the fuck!? What are you doing here, runt!?"
Israthel yelled this as both he and Roswil quickly backed up and made space between themselves and Lyrian.
"Was he listening to everything?" Roswil said, very concerned.
"So, what is it? The Black--"
As Lyrian spoke, Israthel and Roswil both scread, "STOP! DON'T SAY IT SO LOUD!"
But, unfortunately for them, these screams only brought attention to Lyrian, who finished what he was saying.
"--Petal Sect."
The kids who paid attention to Lyrian imdiately had shocked, concerned, and even scared looks on their faces. At once, they packed up their picnic and left the area.
"How odd... is this Black Petal--"
"Please stop!"
"--Sect really that big of a deal?"
At that mont, Lyrian noticed one of the cara's orbs always floating around the school suddenly turning toward him.
"Shut your trap! Do not speak again, you fool!" As Roswil said this, Lyrian couldn't help but smirk.
He found the boy's flustered reaction to be comical.
"That... sect, is forbidden. Even speaking of it will get you in trouble in this academy. Hell, even in the three kingdoms, you don't want to speak about that sect. You are risking the lives of all three of us just talking about it."
"Huh... how can a sect induce so much fear."
"Have you really never heard of them!? Do you know how much mass murder they committed in past decades? You have no idea the severity of what you're talking about."
"Yeah... except, I wasn't talking about it, was I?" Lyrian cunningly quipped, walking toward the two.
Roswil imdiately straightened his posture and gulped as he heard this.
"You... were talking about it," He emphasized the 'you', "Both of you were talking about it, and I only asked a question. So, tell , what is it?"
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