Chapter 231: Party: Cheaters Poker (1/2)

The biggest question on Arthur's mind was whether Yurirl knew who he was, but it didn't look like it from the way Yurirl acted until now. As the swordsman stood still in front of Arthur, he didn't reveal any emotions that would suggest he knew of Arthur's identity.

In both ways, that didn't change the fact that Arthur needed to lie his way out of this. If Yurirl knew the truth, he would come out as lying and would simply explain his reasons for faking his death.

If he wasn't, then this matter would go to rest. Arthur ruffled his hair and acted confused and frustrated.

”How did you know?”

”I have keen senses.” Yurirl didn't reveal his ability, confirming Arthur's doubts that this man didn't know he was Arthur Silvera.

”Do you know of my past?” Arthur asked, probing. Yurirl paused and then nodded with a stoic expression.

”I've read your background. Pardon me for prying, I read all of my dorm's backgrounds to help accommodate them.”

”It's alright. The thing is, I ran away from my old life. Before… you know. I didn't wish that it would hinder me from starting over. That's why I used an artifact to change how I look. To fit in.”

Arthur didn't lie, per se. However, he did use the fact in the wrong context. He was indeed running away from his old life, one that Yurirl didn't ask what it was exactly.

”I see,” Yurirl nodded. ”I believe you.” Yurirl looked at the hall. ”However, I would still advise you against making enemies in your new life. What you did was Trevor was…”

”I know, I did wrong.”

”No, I wanted to say you did the right thing. I've seen the footage from the cameras, he asked for it. Simply brace yourself for whatever comes out of this.”

”I'll keep that in mind.” Arthur nodded his head. ”So, you're not going to punish me or something?”

”Why would I? That's no my job.” Yurirl shook his head. ”Let's go back inside. I only wanted to warn you that this academy isn't as peaceful as it may seem.” Yurirl's eyes were unusually sharp.

Arthur looked at his departing back as he wondered to himself. Why didn't Yurirl believe him? He had seen how bad at lying Yurirl was in the Apprentices Cup. For anyone that hasn't met Yurirl before, they wouldn't know that Yurirl masks his lying by looking away.

He did it effortlessly so, even. He used their conversation to direct Arthur's attention away. Arthur began walking after him as he wondered what this might cause.

There was also the fact that Yurirl seems to imply that something was going on in the academy. Was it a warning or a threat? A probing? Arthur wasn't sure.

”Alexie!” Arthur thought it was Jonah who called him over the crowd's noise but he was stunned when he saw Oliver hurry in his way. Oliver's uniform looked like it was a combination sewn together.

He clapped Arthur's shoulders with such excitement as he began to tell him how excited he was for being in the same dorm as 'Alexie.'

”Who's this guy, boss?” Jonah walked over from the crowd of seniors that were advising him. He looked down on Oliver who was acting intimately with Arthur.

”Uh, this is…”

”Oliver Belford!” Oliver tried to look taller by raising his chest and standing on his toes. ”Alexie is a brother of mine, who are you?” He snarled. Jonah looked stunned and glanced at Arthur who shrugged.

”I'm Jonah Raver, the ninth ranker.” He adjusted his sleeve so that his bracelet's number would be shown. ”Alexie is a great friend of mine, one with who I overcame life-and-death situations.”

Oliver didn't say anything and glanced at Jonah before turning away, ignoring him. Arthur had no idea why they were trying to outdo each other in their relationship with him, but he couldn't care less.

He was looking at someone wearing a dark blue uniform as he chatted with Princess Nera, Prince Caleb. Around him were many people from the high-class of society, with Eren Voldor included.

The Prince looked his way, clearly remembering the night Arthur made him trip as he came down the stage. He gestured toward the rest and the group headed in the direction of Yurirl and his friends.

”Yurirl!” Prince Caleb spread his arms with a bright smile. ”It's so good to see you, how're your explorations? Nothing unfortunate, I hope?”

”If my God's Blade guild met an unfortunate event, yours would have been abolished years ago,” Yurirl said with a light smile.