Chapter 162 – Planeswalker’s battle (5)
As the six bridges smashed onto the ground, the knights lurched forward and fell as though an earthquake had happened.
The young wizard smiled as he lowered his staff. The sounds of horses’ hooves echoed behind him as the riders amongst the rcenaries dashed past him. The young lord who was just behind them drew out his sword, reflecting the stars’ light as it issued a signal:
‘Attack and destroy the enemy before us!’
The knights quickly got up as they saw the approaching rcenaries. Brendel had resummoned his Pristine Angels again, retrieving dissa’s card from the graveyard, and restoring the angels’ health as though they had never been injured.
The angels flew up and descended upon the knights with their swords. They were no match for Kabias or Iamas, but it was the sa for the knights when they tried to attack them. Heads were lopped off one after another, and they ultimately chose to retreat into the manor’s square.
Iamas did not wait any longer and began to drag Graudin away from the window. As long as he was fine, it did not even matter if Firburh was razed to the ground.
Brendel who managed to spot Iamas and Graudin at an arched window, gave a cackling laugh when he saw Iamas pulling Graudin away.
He beckoned to Cornelius and gave instructions to him, who in turn relayed his instructions to his rcenaries.
“Baron Graudin has fled Firburh!”
“Baron Graudin is no longer in Firburh!”
When the knights heard the rcenaries’ cries, they stopped moving and turned to look for Graudin’s location. When they were unable to find him, they tossed down their weapons and put their hands up and gave up. When Brendel’s n flooded the huge mansion, they were unable to find any traces of the wretched noble.
Brendel himself had made a guess as to where they were and entered together with Ciel and Scarlett into a secret passage. It led to a set of spiral staircase that descended deep down.
When he exited the area, he found himself in a hall, not unlike the first ti where he and Graudin t, decorated with the sa set of crystal chandeliers above him. Two sets of footsteps echoed hurriedly through another corridor, and two figures finally erged, they found Brendel waiting for them with Ciel lighting up the area with his staff.
Graudin’s eyes nearly popped out when he saw three people waiting for him, wondering if he had sohow gotten betrayed. This place was only known to him.
The sa atmosphere was also similar when Brendel gained his Elent Power. His eyes glinted dangerously in the dimly lit hall, and could not help but laugh at the familiar sight before him. He had promised to cut off Graudin’s head, and this setting was just too similar to where he threatened him.
Iamas calmly looked at him, almost like he was not surprised. He pushed Graudin back behind him and raised his scythe with his right hand.
“Human, you are far more capable than I imagine. I am surprised to see Aouine have a noble like yourself—” His voice was like rusted iron, unlike the pleasant voice he once had.
“Stop wasting ti, Iamas.” Brendel shook his head and cut off the topic: “I am sure you know whose life I am here for. I am unable to stop you from escaping, but don’t even think for a fucking mont you can bring Aouine’s Lord Baron away.”
He put emphasis in the last few words.
“I don’t know who you are exactly, but I guess I shall recognize you as a viscount. At the very least, Lord Viscount, I do rember the rules between the nobles are quite different. Behind is a legitimate lord directly under the king himself. His house carries a bloodline directly back to the forr kingdom. Are you telling that you wish to lay your hands on such a prestigious House? You would beco the precedent of a bloody war between two noble Houses,” Iamas said.
He shrugged. “I can step aside, but even if I do so, are you certain you want to kill him?”
Graudin’s face darkened behind the undead general.
“The glory of the kingdom does not extend to a traitor,” Brendel said.
“But it is still not a reason to break the rules of the nobles, and certainly not a reason to set two Houses at each other till one is beyond saving.”
Brendel’s laughter echoed in the hall: “If a single Baron from Randner is capable of ending my House, why the fuck would I co here?”
Iamas was at a loss for words.
“Your arrogance!” Graudin’s teeth ground furiously at each other when he listened to Brendel’s words: “I don’t know where your confidence cos from, Viscount Gaston—”
“Did I allow you to speak?” Brendel’s voice was so cold that it chilled Graudin’s blood, causing a great fear to spread within him. The latter’s pupils contracted, and he imdiately stopped talking.
Iamas clapped his hands.
“Your spirit is comndable. But the Lornians, native citizens of the Kingdom of Knights, have said the wise should learn to seek a balance. Lord Viscount, a noble like yourself should understand that Graudin has received his due punishnt. Why not stop here and allow everyone to have a chance to reconcile?”
“The Lornians have said this as well, blood for blood, tooth for tooth,” Ciel added with a warm smile.
“But the blood that was shed does not belong to Lord Viscount,” Iamas countered.
“Indeed. But the noble’s honor demands retribution,” Brendel replied coldly.
Iamas was once again silent.
Brendel was secretly frowning. Iamas was not soone who wasted his ti on words. He and Ebdon were famous for being decisive and practical. He doubted it was due to so unknown event in the future that sohow changed his personality.
[Is Graudin this important to Madara? What exactly is the promise between the Randner House and Madara?! No, there’s still another possibility—]
The best way to avoid any trap is to act upon it.
Brendel stopped talking and walked forward towards Graudin. His right glove made of comfortable white leather reached for his sword. A freezing aura imdiately extended to half the hall.
Iamas did not move, but Graudin took three steps back in fright, nearly falling onto the ground. His face flushed with anger and fear, his heart full of disbelief as he gnashed his teeth.
Even though he was a re Iron-ranked swordsman, he realized Brendel’s power had increased so much that it could not be compared to the day before!
Naturally, he could not have guessed that the new source of power ca from Brendel’s newly gained levels from his Elentalist’s profession. The only possibility he could think of was that Brendel hid his real strength.
He imdiately went up to Iamas and whispered to him. The undead general nodded and looked at Brendel in amusent.
Kabias’s report could not be wrong. But he had sensed Brendel’s strength for himself. There was no change in his deanor, however, as he thought about this problem.
“Lord Viscount, why not reconsider?” Iamas said.
“There are no advantages for you when you interfere with us humans. You already know that you can’t bring Graudin away, and it a aningless battle for both of us. Step aside, I know this is not sothing you would do—” Brendel said.
Iamas shook his head as he watched Brendel get closer with every step. He pushed Graudin slightly back with his scythe.
“This battle might an nothing to you, Lord Viscount, but Madara takes it seriously and therefore has a different aning for . While we have never allied with the living in our history, there is a first for everything, and abandoning our first ally would cast doubt upon our reputation.”
He gave a short laugh under his mask: “But you are not wrong. Protecting the Lord Baron here against three Gold-ranked fighters is certainly difficult—”
“Lord Iamas!” Graudin jolted in fright, his face paling quickly.
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