Chapter 92: Dragon clans (1/2)

Chapter 92: Dragon clans

“Why are you here?” Ferguillo asked, still faint and indifferent as he watched the magenta-haired boy approach his way.

“I came especially to watch your match.”

The handsome magenta-haired boy looked at Ferguillo, all smiles. “You might be a mere defeated sacrificial pawn in the struggle for fiefdoms, but as far as blood relationships go, I still have to call you cousin, right? I came especially to see if you made any progress compared to last year.”

“Cousin? This guy is Ferguillo’s junior cousin?” Ayrin was stunned all of a sudden.

“What, the boss is from clan Baratheon?” All the members of team Iron Forest were also taken aback. They obviously didn’t know about it either.

Ferguillo watched the magenta-haired boy. The later was all smiles, yet one couldn’t help but shiver all over at the sight of him. Ferguillo stayed silent.

The magenta-haired boy smiled faintly in ridicule. “What, I spent a lot of time on the road to rush here just for your match, are you going to be so cold now?”

Ferguilo merely said in an indifferent tone, “If I recall correctly, you should have a match as well.”

“We’re not like you guys. Qualifying is simply not an issue we have to worry about. Even without me, my academy’s team is still able to qualify very easily for the national tournament.” The handsome magenta-haired boy also took back his smile, and said in a soft arrogant voice, “You though, my senior cousin, you have to do your best. If you lost even to a team like that and can’t even qualify out of St. Lauren, that’d be a true loss of face for our clan.”

“Who the hell is this guy?”

Others were still alright, but even Ayrin’s nose threatened to crook from anger. “What does he mean lose even against a team like that? What the hell did this guy come here for!”

“Rinsyi! It’s really Rinsyi from clan Baratheon!” Behind Ayrin, Moss came back to his senses and pulled on Ayrin’s clothes as if his life depended on it. He wanted to tell Ayrin not to shout out so loud.

Ayrin gloomily slapped Moss’ hand away. He turned his head around and asked Chris and Carter standing beside him, “What kind of clan is clan Baratheon now?”

“A clan that stands side by side with clan Lannister, one of the nine great clans of our kingdom of Eiche.” Chris breathed in deeply. She turned her head around toward Ayrin to explain, “They have the highest amount of feudal lords and fiefdoms in the entire kingdom, they’re also called the ‘Storm clan.’”

“Also, clan Baratheon is an existence that possesses dragon bloodlines and dragon knights!” Moss added impatiently against Ayrin’s ear, “Rinsyi is second in clan Baratheon’s line of succession, and he’s also the captain of team Golden Stag. Golden Stag Academy finished third in the great national tournament last year!”

“Third?”

Ayrin shouted, “A mere third place, he can’t even beat the champions and the vice-champions, yet he still acts so arrogant! What do you mean this kind of team, what do you mean lose face for the clan!”

“Hiss…”

Everyone around them hissed and gasped when they heard Ayrin’s words.

Even Ferguillo’s eyes carried a little peculiar meaning when he looked at Ayrin.

“You’re very gutsy.”

Rinsyi had been walking forward without paying attention to anthing else, but now he halted all of a sudden and turned around to give Ayrin a look that could make someone tremble all over from fear. “Is that what they mean when they say that the ignorant is fearless? If a team like yours is lucky enough to appear on the national tournament’s stage, you’ll realize how much of a gap there is between a team like yours and a team like mine. I can tell you that just on the depth of your bench, there’s absolutely no comparison between your team and genuinely powerful teams.”

“Also.” After a faint pause, he added with a faint smile at Ayrin, “If you’re even a little more lucky and manage to go a little further to encounter us, then you better not take to the field in the match, or else my hand might slip and I might accidentally kill you.”