Exposed?
Brendel looked up, and gave a charming smile. Even the harshest Bishop would not even see any problems with that ‘noble’s smile’. It seed to be the most accurate depiction of how a noble should act.
This was his response to Devard’s fury. He was not scared that Devard or even Arreck would trouble him here. He beat the person formally, and there were at least three witnesses who saw his victory, including Marquis Yoakam. It was already very kind of him to spare the swordsman’s life.
And the people who were here were obviously not fools. The crowd instantly reacted, “It’s him! He’s the one who chopped off Devard’s arm!”
“That young? How can that be?”
“Dear Marsha! I had heard so ti ago that Devard is an Elental Awakener, but this young boy actually defeated him!?”
“That’s impossible, wouldn’t it? He’s barely twenty...”
The people started to discuss, and the winds of rumors seem to spread amongst the masses. Arreck raised his eyebrows, and leaked an air of displeasure. On the other hand, Duke Seifer was smiling mockingly.
Devard was so moody he seed like a lead plate. He had completely lost all sense of himself just as he saw the person who defeated him. Just because of the defeat, he had beco the joke amongst the nobles, and Duke Arreck would definitely hate that.
“That’s right, I even heard that the Archbishop personally blessed him!” Devard bellowed once more as he gripped onto his sword hilt. It was more impactful than the first roar, and the crowd beca a silent city once again.
The Archbishop blessed him personally?! Just how much of an achievent is that? The people who were blessed the last ti were already dead, but to think that there’s actually one here... Count Cordo thought. The last ti the Archbishop broke the rule of the Holy Cathedral, but for what is he doing it this ti?
“Blessing... Don’t tell he’s a Paladin,” soone shouted aloud.
Brendel was slightly stunned. He did not dream that the conversation would lead to this developnt. There were two requirents to beco a Paladin: one is to have heavily contributed to the Holy Cathedral, and the other is to be an Elental Awakener, or to have the ability of one in the least. But Brendel was a Holy Knight and not a Paladin. Although they were similar in terms of nas, they were vastly different ranks.
“That’s right. If he didn’t have the power of a Paladin, how could he defeat Devard?”
“That must be the case.”
That ridiculous assumption seed to be accepted by the masses, and it just spread like a horse out of reins. Even Dilferi was shocked, and looked at him with awe, “Yo-you-you are the mysterious swordsman who defeated Devard in one move?”
Hold on, one move?
Just where did this preposterous rumor originate from? Brendel witnessed the power of rumors for the first ti. The news of him defeating Devard had slowly transford into one where he managed to pin Devard onto the Cathedral walls in one strike. It was always human nature to exaggerate news, but never did Brendel expect himself to be the main character of the small talks.
He imdiately glanced at Dilferi to notify her that his facade might be thrown off. As of now, the people who had their eyes on him were intelligent people. Especially those few clergyn who would definitely be able to see through his disguise easily.
“What now?” Dilferi said with a panicking voice.
“We should just continue with the play. Just say that I’m your family servant,” Brendel whispered.
“My family would definitely not able to nurture such a powerful servant like you,” Dilferi scowled.
Brendel was crying on the inside as he heard her comnt. I say my lady, can’t you just tell them that I cultivated by myself and won’t you be free? But he remained silent and just smiled. They walked forward, one in front of the other and seed to attract the attention of many. Behind them was Niya, Lonin and then a disguised Ciel. They were all Gold rankers, and discussion of Yanbao’s power brew up another discussion amongst the masses.
But this ti, the discussion was on whether or not it would be good news for such a powerful and mysterious family to join the fray-
“I didn’t expect him to be Yanbao’s n,” Marquis Yoakam was deep in thought as Dilferi and Brendel left his sight. No wonder he was so hard to trace. But he suddenly had another thought.
The Yanbao family may seem like a secret to the other people, but as a mber of the Royal family, he had so insights on the matter. Back when Aouine and Kirrluts were in war, King Erik led his n to fight a battle that lasted countless decades. And then the Holy Cathedral of Wind and the Holy Cathedral of Fire ca into the picture, turning it into a gargantuan war neither side had ever seen. The outco was unexpected as well, but it was rembered well by generations to co. Upon an agreent with the two Holy Cathedrals, Yanbao had beco a neutral zone for both the Kirrlutz and Aouine people.
And the pact? It was sealed up.
The Yanbao family were not Aouine people and neither were they Kirrlutz people. They were the diators for the agreent. As to why that’s the case, not even Marquis Yoakam knew. But that did not stop him from guessing. He quickly rembered that Wood was sowhat related to Brendel, and ca up with a misconception.
However, he did not think that he was wrong and seriously thought that he had linked all the dots together.
And then, he suddenly thought of another person and smiled. He knocked the railings, and ordered his servant, “Let’s go et his Count.”
“My Lord?”
“I clearly rember his subordinates calling him to be their Lord back then. If I’m not wrong, he’s the true successor of the Yanbao family.”
He gave an evil grin and said, “He would definitely not expect to see here. I just wanna know how he’ll look like when he sees .”
Although Marquis Yoakam did not have a good reputation inside the noble’s circles, but he did reveal his true self in front of his servants. Just to see Brendel’s look, he dared to confront that powerful and mysterious family, just how motivated is he?”
But Marquis Yoakam would be disappointed. Brendel was not any shocked to see him. It was like the young boy had expected the marquis to co up to him personally. Before the marquis, Brendel stuck out his hand and said, “No discord, there would be no concord, Marquis.”
Thankfully, Marquis Yoakam was not the normal uneducated hooligan. As an heir of the Covardo family, he was ard with knowledge. But that did not stop him from hesitating before laughing, “Count Yanbao, you sure are educated.”
Brendel replied with a stern tone, “No, you made a mistake. This is my lord,” He pointed to Dilferi, who was slightly flushed when Brendel tugged her. She bit her bottom lip, I will have to punish this bastard. But after thinking it through, she sighed. She could not think of anything to sha this almighty Paladin.
No wonder he was not afraid of exposing him back then. After all, he was part of the Holy Cathedral from the beginning, Dilferi thought.
Marquis Yoakam, on the other hand, did not anticipate the outco. Brendel could not have agreed to his words anyways, after all, he was not even part of the family in the first place. Not changing his mind, Marquis Yoakam looked at Count Yanbao and smirked, “It’s my honor to et you, Count Yanbao.” He was speaking as if he was two separate persons.
But Dilferi was thinking about sothing else and could not even rember what she said. After the marquis left, other nobles began to walk up to them one by one. Of course, they were just here to greet her. But what surprised Brendel was that even Duke Arreck and Seifer ca up, Seems like this mysterious family sure is attention-seeking.
These two Dukes were the cream of the crop amongst the nobles. Normally they would not even bother to talk to the Counts. It was clear that they were interested in Brendel. And there was another person who was as well.
Princess Gryphine.
“Dear Marsha,” Brendel’s heart was beating so fast that he was nearly out of breath. The princess was once the pillar of support for many players back in the ga, and that admiration even surpassed the respect they had for the war goddess. That was because she represented the beginning of the new Aouine. If not for her, the reformation in the Kingdom would not have been done. Although it was history to Brendel, he had engraved the mory to heart.
In the ga, Brendel had just seen the Princess in public occasions. He was a player and would always be a bystander. But he did not forget the waves of cheer they had for her. It could be said that everyone in Aouine back then, players and NPC alike, bore the sa feelings towards her.
And Brendel was no exception.
Brendel’s goal this ti is to et the princess. But he did not expect an opportunity to arrive so quickly.
“I’m... I’m not ready,” he wiped off the nonexistent sweat on his forehead.
Princess Gryphine was already close to him.
Freya’s POV
The manor had never felt so silent before, and Freya seed to find sothing wrong with the atmosphere. She woke up and shook her head.
“You awake?” Maynild looked back. There was sothing about her that gave Freya so sort of warmth.
“Ahh...” Freya jerked. “I’m sorry...”
“Don’t worry,” Maynild replied. “Being too worried would lead to tiredness. You’ll soon get used to it.”
“Well, even if you say that...” Freya gave a sad look and raised her eyebrows. With one hand, she tied up her hair into a bun, and then inspected her swords, “I’ll take note, senior.”
Maynild nodded and looked over at the inside of the building.
“What’s going on?” Freya asked.
“It’s that Count from last night.”
“They ca?” Freya looked at that direction curiously and widened her eyes.
“Ahh! Bren- Bren- Bren?!” She was mouthing his na and could not believe her eyes. She had countlessly dread of the face and even at that mont when she was looking at him, she was thinking that she was still stuck in her dreams.
Maynild found the situation unusual, and slanted her head to ask, “You recognize them?”
“Ahh... No...” Freya was unsure about what to say. That’s too much! Everywhere he goes, he would cause trouble for ... Back in Bucce... or even during Fortress Riedon... and then now! How can I answer Sister Maynild? Should I tell her his real identity? But he does look like the person back in Count Yanbao’s manor back then... Don’t’ tell !
But before she could co to her answer, Maynild had caught onto sothing.
“You can recognize those people? They’re not from the Yanbao family?”
“Ah!” Freya looked at Maynild. I didn’t even say anything.
The knight captain ignored her as she got her answer and pressed on her sword. She bent down and notified the others, “There’s so trouble with those people. Protect the princess.”
Ah! Wait! Freya was now in a state of panic.
Why did things co down to this?
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