Free Web NovelChapter 48: Slight Interruption
Moon left absentmindedly, walking along with the masses now across the facility...
There seemed to be quite the commotion starting by the Quest Notice, but his mind was occupied by something else.
Two wins are enough to split his Echo.
Across from him, a large group was lead by a noble-looking individual with a formal standard sword on his hip; his hair was green and his eyes were a shade of light blue.
His attire was a sight to behold: a light blue robe with an emblem of fire, a singular flame in the color of his hair, contrasting everything. Underneath, he had plate armor shining... only the hilt of his sword was visible, the rest was hidden under the robes.
Surrounded by around six individuals, of which four looked strong and knightly. The other two were ragged, or dragged, or maybe forced to be under him.
But Moon was not bothered with them; they were the ones bothered with him.
"Lord Colten, this is the one," one of them, seemingly older than the rest, spoke to the green-haired, noble-looking teenager.
Colten looked at Moon with interest; his eyes studied him for a while, but all he could see was a weirdly clothed kid with an unrefined blade.
Skeptical, he looked at the one who spoke. "Are you sure he’s the one Roran mentioned?" he inquired.
"Indeed, lord. Roran is a big-mouthed one. We didn’t question him; he spoke of everything he saw. He thought he was first considering his lineage, but he wasn’t." The older man spoke, justifying everything to the noble Colten.
Colten wasn’t sure. Roran was skilled within their generation and they had heard of him a few times, but this one... he never did. Nor did he ever see this mountain emblem anywhere before or hear of it.
"Did anyone find his affiliation or his clan... or his birth floor?" he questioned.
The older man shook his head. "Not that we are aware of it. The only thing he declared was that his name was Moon and that he was a warrior."
Colten didn’t know how to use this info; it was incomplete and also unusable. If he was a child of a major clan, it would be problematic, and if he was a nobody who managed to achieve great things, it was even more so.
Even the name was not anything he ever heard. Was that even a name...?
But he was sure of one thing: proud warriors cannot exist without a clan, and if he was someone who could afford to not mention the name of his affiliation and wear a fake emblem instead... he was problematic.
But the most problematic matter was that he couldn’t feel any Echo from him, nor any threat... this never usually happens unless the person is an absolute pushover or a menace that shouldn’t be messed with. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
He thought for a moment before signaling to the two shabby-looking individuals amongst the six surrounding him.
"You two, attack him. Use weapons, use Echo or whatever... I want him wounded at the very least," Colten ordered.
The two of them were frozen in place; they had seen the warning. They were just poor, affiliated warriors who happened to find themselves against all odds inside the trials... only to be spotted by this tycoon the moment they wanted to celebrate their survival.
"My lord, the rules sta—"
"I state the rules. My orders are unquestionable." Colten spoke flatly; none of his men spoke or disturbed his speech.
The two looked at one another, bitterness in their eyes...
Only the two of them could understand what they were going through. They were not treated as human, but belongings, and disposable at that...
They also knew they would probably die before they even attempted the Second Floor Trial... it was meaningless... their lives... they were doomed the moment that man’s eyes fell on them.
They had no choice but to nod. "Yes, lord."
Colten dismissively waved. "Move now."
The two of them unsheathed their weapons first, gathered their Echo on their blades, producing a faint halo.
The one on the right had two daggers, and the one on the left had a standard long saber.
Their features were nothing special, just black hair and light-toned skin, average height... there wasn’t a single special or memorable thing about them.
The one with daggers had short hair and a mask over his nose and mouth, black-colored matching his clothes; the other one with the saber had a loose blue shirt and hair tied in a ponytail.
"Guess we’re done for at this point, Brother Barrett," the one with daggers spoke to the other. free𝑤ebnovel.com
"We were done for the moment we were born anyway; it doesn’t matter," Barrett heavily replied. It was meaningless to struggle or fight back; these rules were the norm, and they were born in this reality regardless of their desires.
"Basil, I’m not sure if we will live, die, or suffer a fate worse than death, but not being alone here, even for a day, made this bearable..." Barrett gathered his Echo on his saber, giving a slight radiance.
Basil didn’t say another word. He just nodded; his Echo also started to gather on his weapon.
Barrett sprinted first. He didn’t want to hurt the person he didn’t even know, but since it had come to this, he might as well try to not hurt him too badly, or kill him...
That way, he would fulfill the order, get away with it, and also prove this newcomer is not a dangerous individual.
His blade was aimed at Moon’s shoulder, and once he was within range, it swung down at the speed of someone who had indeed survived the First Floor Trial, and powered by Echo.
Moon was walking leisurely, seemingly clueless. He had a hand on his chin, and the other was in his pocket, his face looking down, and up... aimlessly changing his direction...
He seemed to be in deep thought, or so it seemed to Barrett, who was assaulting him to get this over with and get his penalty.
But what he didn’t see coming was a fist.
A fist faster than his saber, more precise, and without the slightest hint of Echo on it, slamming into his face before his feet touched the floor again.
Basil was already in the middle of his follow-up attack. His daggers were aimed at Moon’s upper back. He was the stealthy one, and Barrett already knew that; for that very reason, he took the frontal approach, allowing his fellow underdog to fulfill his specialty attack undisturbed.
But even though he was stealthy, he didn’t aim for the neck or heart; he also was aiming for the shoulder blades and ribs...
The two of them were of a similar mind, but that wasn’t helpful, not with this assault at least.
The one who wasn’t paying the slightest attention to them suddenly punched Barrett’s face into the ground without the slightest resistance.
And he, himself, was unable to react or speak, but his attack stride was beyond stopping at this point.
Little did he know, this target spun, and the very same fist that attacked his partner was now aiming for his face.
And at this moment, he knew...
They fucked up.
