Chapter 1022 Lyra, the songbird of the Harmonia Clan
( I can't sense her at all, even when she is standing right in front of , amazing ) thought Rayus as his eyes didn't belie his true emotion. He could reach her with his hands and touch her with her finger, however, cultivation-wise, he couldn't sense her at all like a ghost.
"Hmm?" Kesya tilted her head whilst raising her brows in full turn curiosity. "I'm asking you guys a question here."
"Ah," the three students snapped back into reality.
"Y-Yes, Teacher Lyon wielded this javelin as he fought against Drogan," said Noah as his cheeks showed signs of embarrassnt.
"Drogan?" Kesya tried to recall the na. "Sounds familiar, but I can't rember that na, now where do I have heard that na before..."
"Err... Drogan is a bad guy," said Reinhard with his best effort.
"Oh? Oh... I think I rember, there is this one guy that we tortured back and forth, he was first threatening with this Drogan will do this, Drogan will do that, but it quickly changed to pleading," Kesya chuckled. "I think his na was Niamh or sothing, but he got away though, being summoned by this Drogan guy, I presu, but mind you, I was ready to delete him right there and then as he turned into a ball of red."
The revelation of Niamh's torture by Kesya sent a shiver down the spine of the three students. They had known Niamh to be a formidable enemy, one who had served under Drogan and posed a significant threat. However, seeing him now, weakened and tornted, raised questions about the true power dynamics in their world, the Mortal World.
"Niamh is dead," said Rayus.
"Oh?" Kesya crossed her arms as she leaned back a bit. A shock was clearly written on her face. "Are you sure that he is dead?"
"Pretty sure, we looked at the corpse, and presumably, he died from this very javelin," said Rayus as he held it right up. "Teacher must have killed him."
"Oh?!" Kesya raised her brows. "I just rembered, he did get an offer a job before Empress Selena took him away toward Second Heaven, yeah, it was a job to beco a teacher, oh my! So you're his students?! You have no idea how lucky you are!" said Kesya as she proudly laughed.
"Yes but..." Noah had his head hung down and solemness washed his face.
"What's wrong?" Kesya frowned.
"Our teacher went missing," said Rayus.
Kesya's deanor shifted drastically as she heard about Lyon's disappearance. Her voice, once filled with playful jest and confidence turned cold and rigid. The jovial expression she wore monts ago dissolved into a mask of seriousness, and her eyes glead with a mix of concern and determination.
"What...?"
The three students' souls imdiately shook. Death accompanied them simultaneously, grabbing their shoulders and laughed at straight to their ears.
"Y-Yeah, after the huge fight with Drogan, he went missing, Madam Selena also went missing," said Reinhard.
Kesya's deanor shifted once more, her previous concern replaced by a bright smile that seed to light up the area around her. "Ah, don't worry too much!" she exclaid, her voice back to its cheerful tone. "Knowing him and Empress, they're probably off on so thrilling adventure together," her tongue licked over her bottom lips, "So thrilling I bet..."
Her words brought a mix of relief and confusion to the three students. They couldn't help but wonder if Kesya's nonchalant attitude was rely a facade to hide her worry for their missing teacher and his wife.
"Older Sister, are you sure you're not concerned about them?" Noah asked cautiously.
"Well, she is a swordmaster at her own level I think she can manage a four-month-ish session," said Kesya as she pondered. "Yeah, she should be fine."
The three students were confused at first before their faces turned together. They looked at each other, realizing together what Kesya ant by her words.
Kesya sighed as she sat down on a nearby vacant chair, "When will the tournant begin? It's so boring watching an empty stage."
The three students imdiately sat beside her with Rayus being directly by her side. He asked, "Older Sister, are you here from the Mortal World?"
"Hm? Of course," said Kesya.
"Are you here alone?" asked Noah.
"No, the others are enjoying the festive outside, food and stuff," said Kesya. "Ah, how boring, I thought I would et him here, but he's not here yet."
( The others? ) thought the three students as silhouettes of the other two monsters that Lyon taught in Mortal World erged inside their imaginations. The gangs here.
"Honestly, it's amazing that Big Sister Cecile could predict that he won't be here, is that a wife's intuition?" said Kesya, "I swear to ancient gods, if she were to be reborn a second ti, she definitely should be a seer instead."
Kesya's smile faltered, and her cheerful deanor gave way to a more serious expression as she realized her slip of the tongue. She glanced at the three students, her eyes filled with a mix of regret and concern.
"R-Reborn, w-what a weird thing to say, there is no way that kind of thing existed right? RIGHT? Hahaha... shit," said Kesya as her eye twitched.
Though the reborn part was a sensitive matter, the three of them had their attention on the ntion of a lady's na. Cecile, the one na that they heard from ntions Lyon and Selena's lips. Their anticipation burgeoned, they wondered after realizing how Selena was a masterful craft with her sword— far beyond the realm of a master —to this lady that they had not seen yet.
The crowd hushed as a gentle lody filled the air, drawing their attention to the entrance of the courtyard. A young woman stepped forward, her visage as alluring as the ethereal notes she played. Her face bore an enigmatic charm, adorned with captivating violet eyes that seed to hold the secrets of a thousand stars. Strands of lustrous silver hair cascaded gracefully down her shoulders, framing her enchanting countenance.
As she continued to play, the soft folds of her indigo robe swayed with each motion, accentuating her elegant figure. Graceful and poised, she exuded an aura of refinent that captivated the hearts of those who laid eyes on her.
In her hands, she held an instrunt as unique as she was – a musical masterpiece known as the Harmonia Heartwood, carved from the heartwood of the ancient song wood tree. Its design was exquisite, its form resembling that of a feathered bird, and its strings seed to hum with an otherworldly resonance.
Her lody gradually transitioned, and the crowd found themselves swaying along to the rhythm, their emotions dancing like marionettes to her tune. It was as if she could reach into their souls and pluck the chords of their deepest desires and fears.
Kesya felt a strange sense of familiarity as she watched Lyra perform. She beca lancholic as there was sothing about the song that stirred mories of a figure from Kesya's past – a figure lost within ti, just like the elusive lady that ruled an empire beside Lyon, Selena, and Cecile. However, Kesya pushed the thought aside, knowing that the chances of Lyra being connected to that incredible figure were nil.
Finally, the music ca to a gentle conclusion, and the young woman lowered the Harmonia Heartwood with a serene smile. Her presence alone was enough to infuse the atmosphere with an aura of serenity and allure. She was Lyra, the songbird of the Harmonia Clan.
All young masters stood up with the other cultivators of the courtyard, but Kesya and Esralda were aloof in their seats.
"Truly magnificent," Azleid stood up and applaud her performance.
Lyra smiled and nodded.
"Oh, Lyra... I don't bring any money, today, no way that's performance is free right? I was captivated," said Mavis as he grinned.
"Your jest is always soothing," said Lyra, "However, don't worry, this ti is free."
( This ti eh... ) Mavis had her brows twitching.
"Wonderfully done, Lyra," said Ning as she smiled behind her applause. "I think you have just reached a deeper mastery."
"Thank you for your kind words," said Lyra before her eyes hovered over to the enigmatic Esralda who remained seated.
The two exchanged glances but Esralda still give credit when it was due. The latter nodded and applauded, "I can't play a sound with that feather, but I can use it as a base of poison if you want."
Lyra smiled, "No." she proceeded to sit right beside Esralda as if she was not aware of her poisonous skill.
The atmosphere in the courtyard buzzed with anticipation as the five young masters finally gathered. Their distinct personalities and unique abilities were evident in the air, creating an aura of excitent and tension. Each young master exuded a presence that demanded respect, and their reputations preceded them. However, one more seat was bound to be filled.
Mavis looked at the empty seat left before he sighed inwardly. ( I wonder if Yuri will show up or not ).
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