What a noble thing to do here? Rise almost exclaid these words, then stopped. The two stared at each other for a mont as the sa expression flashed across their faces.
Fighting with a noble was not part of their plan, but they did not have a definite plan other than to destroy everything related to Epsilon and the author’s plot.
Rise nodded and held onto Kamille’s hand. "Let’s go."
Kamille grasped his hand, and their pace increased as though becoming with the wind. There were so unlucky individuals on their path, but they did not waste their ti on them.
Aided by the wind, Rise’s heavy hands easily took care of their pressure points every ti they passed by. Before they could react, their bodies had already collapsed unconscious on the floor.
They could not afford to spend so much energy when a possible intense fight was ahead of them.
"This won’t do." Rise shook his head, impatient with their progress. "Let’s go this way, Kamille." He clenched his fist, and a hole was created in the ground.
Kamille looked at it and understood imdiately.
"Got it."
Rise did not need to be told, and he wrapped his arms around Kamille’s nape, and the other held on his legs, carrying him securely on his arms.
Nodding at each other, Kamille sped up. Rise rely waved his hand, and the walls were destroyed before them. It did not matter how deep or how strong their barriers were; the duo was completely unstoppable.
They descended at a rapid pace. Of course, the commotion was bigger this ti. That was the least of their concerns at this point, since fighting a noble later would greatly affect this city as a whole.
The deeper they went, the harder and thicker the ground, yet for Rise, it was like crumpling a paper as he destroyed them without breaking a sweat.
Kamille’s wind created a barrier around them, preventing any security asures from actually injuring them and also the subordinates who were waiting for them.
This went on for a few seconds more until Kamille stopped, landing on the ground with Rise on his arms.
As expected, soone was already waiting for them.
"Welco," a leisurely tone rang, welcoming their arrival.
Kamille gently put down Rise, not answering the voice. Rise fixed his cloak and his hair, which was ssed by the wind. Neither the two paid attention to the voice.
"The two of you sure are bold and fearless. I comnd you for that." The voice did not sound pissed off from being ignored; his tone remained relaxed.
Rise finally looked in his direction. His eyes t a young man’s eyes, looking at them with interest. He looked like a 16 or 17-year-old, but his voice was already mature.
"I can say the sa for you." Rise smiled, not the least bit intimidated by the mana radiated from him.
Inwardly, he was already observing the boy. He was actually familiar with Rise but did not know his na. One thing was for sure, this man appearing here was not simple.
A Noble Count.
The boy looked at them intently, and an amused smile stretched on his lips. "How amusing."
He crossed his arms on his chest and gave the broken ceiling a quick glance before shifting back to the two outsiders.
"You have so explaining to do. It’s rude to destroy other people’s buildings."
Instead of an answer, a laugh echoed inside the underground room.
"Hmmm? What’s funny?"
Rise turned to Kamille, still smiling. "Look at this boy, berating others for destroying buildings. Coming from a noble, oh..." He glanced back at the boy, mocking. "Maybe, destroying worlds and buildings is different to you."
These words did not make sense at all. However, seeing the smile on the boy’s face had faded, a triumphant smile curved on his lips.
Nobles were mighty creatures; it did not matter if one’s words lacked sense or contained an insult... everything was the sa in their ears.
A re human dared to mock them, the great nobles, was already a great offense.
The young boy’s lips twitched. "Hah. I wonder where your confidence is coming from..." His eyes landed on the quiet Kamille, rely a spectator, but his presence was too great to ignore. Unconsciously, his gaze went longer than intended.
Kamille t the noble count’s eyes; his dark crimson eyes gave off an inexplicable oppression. The noble furrowed his brows this ti.
His eyes swept to the two and narrowed his eyes.
Rise noticed it imdiately. This Count was indeed not simple. Most nobles despised humans, never caring to observe, and always looked down on them.
It was also a great advantage on their part, especially if a noble let down their guard because of their pride. It seed that the sa could not be done in this situation.
"Let hear what you ca here for." The noble’s tone suddenly shifted, though it still sounded as relax but the apparent change was obvious.
Kamille and Rise remained standing where they landed, and the Count was in his seat. The opposite parties stared at each other.
"We ca here for you." This ti, it was Kamille who answered.
"Hah." The noble laughed, sneering. "Are you here to fight ?"
Rise rolled his eyes. "Or what? Do you think we ca here to get an autograph or sothing?"
The noble’s smile stiffened, narrowed his eyes again. He found Rise displeasing to the eye. And so his gaze landed on Kamille again, soone who could converse normally at least.
"I found you familiar." The noble suddenly uttered, looking at Kamille. "Especially those eyes."
"Really?" Rise chid in.
The noble did not look at him but nodded. "But it’s so long ago that I can’t rember who it was."
"Useless." Rise criticized.
The noble’s eyelids twitched, veins bulged in his temple. His head turned towards Rise as, in the blink of an eye, the huge table in the center of the room was lifted into the air and appeared above Rise.
Since it was huge, Kamille was also in the area, and the impact of the fall would surely affect him. However, he did not even react.
The huge table spun over Rise’s head. Then a grating sound was heard before the table was slowly shrinking until it was flatened then fell to the side.
Rise, who was the target of it, rely shook off his hands.
"You nobles have short tempers as ever." He smiled, and soon the whole building shook; being underground, the tremors on the ground beca apparent.
"I, too, have a terrible temper."
Though smiling, his eyes said otherwise. His hands lifted, his feet stood firmly on the ground, and he slowly dropped his hands. Cracks after cracks appeared on the ground, ceiling, and the wall.
The whole building was on the verge of destruction. In fact, not just in this building, half of the city felt the tremor, but most could not even run to safety and collapsed on the ground helplessly, unable to move.
A huge gravity force field descended.
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