Third Person's POV
Sothing ancient stirred within her eyes. Ethan watched her silently as he was more intrigued than surprised.
As expected, there is still so much more to you that I can't even imagine as of this mont, he thought.
And you are the sa, as even you don't seem to realize but this is a good start indeed.
Suddenly, the mont shifted again and Ethan's gaze finally slid toward the tall, dark figure looming beside the red-eyed young warlord.
Clad in jet-black armor and a black mantle covering its whole upper body, a familiar shadow fell across the battlefield.
Seeing that dark figure, Ethan's eyes narrowed to slits.
It was that knight.
That sa cursed dark knight, the one he had fought just the night before in the halls of the Imperial Blade Hall in the City of Vord.
The clash had been fierce and bloody, but it was also unresolved for both of them.
And now, here he stood before him once more, like a shadow that refused to fade.
But instead of tension, a grim smile tugged at Ethan's lips as he exhaled slowly.
"It seems that our pursuers are finally here…" he said, his voice as calm and cold as a still lake before a storm.
The girls stood quietly beside him as neither of them flinched nor spoke.
There was no panic and no fear on their faces.
Also, they didn't need any confirmation from Ethan about his seemingly expecting words, as their trust in him was absolute, and their silence was more powerful than any cry.
Hearing Ethan's calm declaration, the black-haired man finally wrenched his gaze away from Velcy in an almost reluctant way as if he were a starving predator who was denied his prey.
His sharp crimson eyes flickered with thinly veiled irritation before smoothing over into a counterfeit smile.
With a fluid and almost theatrical bow, he spoke in a voice dripping with pretentious civility.
"Hello," he began, "I am Aram Vord, eldest son of the esteed Duke Vord. It is a pleasure to et you three."
Ethan's eyes narrowed fractionally as the words spilled out of the demon's mouth.
They were so syrupy and fake that they almost seed to curdle in the evening air.
The young demon nad Aram spoke as if the earlier ambush attempt of the monstrous black serpent they were standing on was so minor disagreent to be brushed aside with a few pleasantries.
He seed to have forgotten that the snake had nearly devoured Velcy alive.
The demon's smile glead with the glint of a dagger hidden behind a silk glove.
But Ethan remained still and unhurried.
His instincts scread to cut this snake-tongued fool down where he stood, but he restrained himself and allowed the enemy to spin more rope to hang themselves.
Aram seed to be emboldened by the trio's silence and chuckled under his breath, and continued with his fake smile.
"I presu that you three are Mister Eryndor Sangrial," he said, his voice lilting in false camaraderie,
"This adorable little cat lady is... Haha... my bad, I forgot, I am entirely unfamiliar with her."
His crimson eyes glead with thinly veiled lust as he lingered on Velcy's angry eyes and beautiful face.
He then slowly turned in an almost theatrical manner toward Virelle.
His gaze raked over her veiled figure, and his voice lowered into sothing chilling and mocking.
"And you... You must be the princess of the illustrious Eralith Dukedom."
Ethan's eyes turned freezing cold at the fact that this man knew the true identity of Virelle.
He had been watching Virelle closely and the mont this guy Aram had spoken those words, the faintest tremor in her slender fra gave away the truth.
She knew him, and he assud it must be because this man must be one of the students in the Abyssal Sanctum, too.
The young demon nad Aram's smile twisted into sothing even more predatory as he pressed the invisible dagger deeper into the wound.
"I wonder," he murmured in a voice thick with venomous pleasure,
"What dear Prince Avi would think... if he were to hear that his beloved fiancée was traveling alone with a strange young man?"
His scarlet eyes burned with sadistic glee.
"And not just any man… but one she seems to regard with such affection. Such... longing."
Virelle's hands clenched into trembling fists at her sides, and her eyes narrowed as she looked at the hostile group.
Ethan on her side could already feel her barely contained rage beside him like a storm gathering strength.
"And one so... handso and talented at that," Aram finished with a mocking laugh that seed to give off his glee as he seed to think that he had already won in this ga.
Behind him, Declan and the other lackeys shifted uncomfortably as their faces were painted with the emotions of disbelief and regret.
Declan, who had clearly built entire castles of fantasy regarding Virelle, now looked as if soone had smashed his delusions into bloody pieces on the ground.
When he finished his words, the tension in the green adow grew so thick it was suffocating.
Suddenly, Ethan spoke and broke the tense silence.
"Get to the point, idiot."
His words were cold and dismissive while his face was filled with an intentional disdain and an expression of sheer contempt.
The glee-filled Aram stiffened, and his smile flickered into sothing brittle.
His eyes sharpened, and the mask of civility he had been pretending to keep from the beginning slipped.
In its place was a simring fury, one not born from wounded pride but from the fact that this lowlife had dared to speak to him in this manner and broke the little play he had been enjoying so much.
Glaring at Ethan with narrowed eyes, he finally hissed,
"Very well, you little bastard."
He straightened, and his voice now took a hard and imperious tone.
"I am now addressing you properly. Submit to . Bow your head and swear fealty to this lord."
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