Chapter 46 - Making an Example (1/2)
Bazuul and Valentina walked down the stairs toward the battle platform below. While walking down, Bazuul was calm and relaxed, almost indifferent to his opponent. The same went for the match and the mass of people in the arena. Valentina kept looking toward him before saying, ”This aunty here will teach you a lesson today little boy!” while baring her claws.
Bazuul looked at her with an indifferent expression and turned his gaze back toward the stage. Valentina saw his countenance and flared up inside. The expression he had on his face was no different from the expression one had while looking at an empty bottle. This was the third time in a row now that she had tried to get a reaction from him or stir his heart, but was then met with absolute indifference. In truth, Bazuul just could not be bothered with the rambling of a, to him, insignificant individual. Valentina, on the other hand, thought that he was putting up a front. As the first princess of Ibera, she was groomed to be proud, so naturally, she could not stand for what she perceived to be arrogance toward her.
”Just you wait, little boy! I will tear that arrogance apart along with that thing between your legs, making you the last living eunuch.” She spat out viciously.
Bazuul once more turned toward her, forming a slight smile on his face before he walked up the battle platform. In fact, this last sentence of her had angered him tremendously, but he still remained calm, waiting to unleash the fire in his heart for the right moment.
At the seats for the representative of each kingdom, grand marshal Carval's voice rose in askance. ”Old brother Faolan, how do you think this match will conclude?”
Faolan looked at the person that asked him for a moment. He knew this individual fairly well, although the grand marshal of Ibera was almost forty years younger than him he had gathered many achievements under his belt. One being the fact that he had already reached the third stage of the spirit realm, while he was at the fifth. Even though their two nations were currently on rather bad terms, he wasn't unwilling two acknowledge him. Yet, in recent times, his opinion on him had changed. He actually had a good impression of him previously, but recent state affairs had caused suspicions about this man's agenda.
”My nephew will win fast and with ease,” Faolan said confidently.
Carlo Carval saw that the grand marshal of Ralun wasn't just saying this for the heck of it and asked. ”Oh, how come!”
”If it were before the hidden dragon trials then…” Grand marshal Faolan started when suddenly Tyr Helson's voice interrupted his sentence.
”FIGHT!”
Valentina abruptly attacked Bazuul, actually using her long, claw-like fingernails as a weapon to fight with. He couldn't be bothered to mind though, he took a step to the side, dodging her first attempt. Without giving his opponent a chance at recovery, he took two steps forward appeared behind her. Then turned his body one-hundred-and-eighty degrees and slammed his elbow into the back of her neck. This caused Valentina to fall to her knees, her mind muddled, and her vision blurred.
”So, do I understand this correctly. In making me the last living eunuch, as you say, you mean to harm my family's future?” Bazuul coldly said as his killing intent rose, freezing up Valentina's soul as his voice crept up into her ears from behind. Instinctively she turned her head, trying to look at the person. Before she could do so, though, she realized that she was unable to control her body.