Of course, it was Lia who cut off Mongraty, and I had just barely caught sight of the hard smile on the man's face, understanding that Lia's quick thinking had made miss out on vital information when energy exploded into the air.
When Lia spoke, the anger in her tone had been clear. But judging by the wave of energy that ca out of her, speeding toward , I realized I had underestimated just how pissed she was.
I didn't need Echo or mind vision to see the yellow spark of energy hurtling toward . It ca in the shape of an arc, reaching from the ground to the ceiling, destroying everything behind Lia, not even the tiles on the floor were spared, as it ca straight for .
With montum that couldn't be questioned, the wave moved at blurring speed. With no avenue to escape, I could only leap in front of Grace, channeling as much Psion as I could into my left arm, and throwing out a punch.
Boom!!
Sailing through the air, I caught sight of a gap being ford where I had punched. It stretched upward, and Grace was left unhard as the wave passed her by.
"That's good."
Without the ability to brace, I ruthlessly slamd into the wall behind , surprised to find myself not shooting through it. A cry threatened to escape my lips as my entire body was jolted by the forces running through .
I bit my lips to stay silent, but it only worked for a short while.
"Ahhhh!"
The pain that coursed through didn't co from my impact with the wall, but rather from my right arm. Falling from my position on the wall where I had left an imprint and collapsing to the floor, I looked at it.
"What is this?"
On my right arm, yellow bumps had suddenly popped up, along with thick, pulsing veins. With every second, it throbbed with excruciating pain.
For a few seconds, I lay on the ground, unable to move, channelling as much Psion as I could into the deford arm and watching steam rise from it.
I wasn't sure what had happened to or what I was even doing, but whatever it was, it dampened the pain in my arm, so I kept going.
Soon, I was lifted up and brought to a sitting position, my back resting against the wall, and the woman's eyes filled with fear and worry.
"Don't worry, they can't kill us," I wheezed out, soon coughing up blood, only then realizing I had suffered so serious damage.
"In case you are unaware of what's happening, that is energy poisoning. You strengthened your arm but didn't protect it.
Your Ichor is strong though, so just keep doing what you're doing. The steam is proof that you're successfully driving out her Ichor."
These informative words ca from Mongraty. Looking ahead, I found that everyone was seated like nothing had happened, while the supposed lawyer spoke of my situation like it was the sun rising.
"So she's going to go scot-free after trying to kill ?"
"She was not trying to kill you."
After correcting , Mongraty looked down at the paper in his hand and cleared his throat.
"We will be continuing now, Mr. Lawson."
When Albert talked about how he and Lia had suffered to get the three houses, he must not have been lying. He had likely even simplified what they had gone through, because even now, as I sat on the floor, I could feel Lia's intent pressing down on , her rage for my existence slowly turning into hate.
"System, the deal was for a 7% stake in Ford Motors, nothing else."
[There is nothing stopping you from withdrawing from the contest.]
"What is the contest? What is Stone Island?"
[....]
"Stupid system."
[Stupid Marcus.]
Ignoring the insult, I breathed in relief at the sight of the large bumps on my arm disappearing. The yellow veins were stubborn but fading.
"Should I call Denise? Call the ambulance?"
With a shop that could sell the best healing potions whenever I wanted, and a still-chilling trump card in my pocket, I was ready to listen to Mongraty's next words. But then Grace reminded how new she was to everything that was happening.
"There's no need. I'm okay. Help stand."
"But your lips....."
"Oh, this? It's nothing." I put my hands to the ground, strength returning to as I pushed myself up.
"...Mia, I apologize that you had to go through all this. And I love you with all my heart."
This was all Mongraty said next. I had just stood up and was rubbing my chest when he slowly threw out two folded pieces of paper.
One floated toward as if being carried by a calm breeze, while the other headed toward Mia, moving at a noticeably slower pace.
It was a serene scene, and just as I was opening the paper, Mongraty's voice rang out clearly.
"For her safety, it's best you read it alone."
Without waiting for to say a word, Grace looked away. Feeling a bit of anxiety, I unfolded the neatly folded brown paper.
Hello Marcus.
Unless you are contested for and defeated by an offspring of Albert Chase, you have been transferred ownership of Mia Midaford.
A greeting and then a single sentence, that was all there was on the paper. Confused, I looked up at Mongraty.
Danger!!!
My eyes had just landed on the old man up ahead when all of my instincts scread in panic.
I had mind vision active, but by the ti the fras of the blonde woman moving appeared in it, she had already left her seat and was standing to the side, swinging a blade toward and Grace, intending to cut us both in half.
Poof!!
One second I was a dead man, finding myself too late to save myself from the actions of Mia's guard, and the next, the beautiful girl whom I had thirsted for and pictured naked exploded in a shower of blood, her makeup splattering all over .
Echo!!
Mind vision lagged, but the 3D image in my head showed everything that was about to happen.
I grabbed Grace and pulled her back saving her from the mirage of a blonde female, Mia' second guard who ran right past where she had stood and disappeared into the well.
Not even having to turn my head, my right hand lifted on instinct, a black shotgun appearing in it. But before I could pull the trigger, there was another poof, and I found myself once again covered in blood and innards.
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