18 The Danger of Ignorance (1/2)

Just as they were all the way to the door.

*BOOM*

”It didn't even last a day and you're already bringing the climax to this scheme of yours Chancellor? I was trying to let your scheme thicken, but is that extent of it? It's very anti-climactic if I just went ahead and destroyed your plan you know. I wanted to see some drama and what not, who would have thought that you're just an extra character not even good enough to get a name!” Clay did not even bother looking at his name. Of course, he knew the Chancellor's name, he just didn't bother to reveal it. He'll die this very moment anyway. Clay thought.

Clay punched the wall next to the door to avoid hurting Giselle with the debris. Unfortunately for the soldiers stationed there, they suffered the full brunt of having debris thrown at them with a force of a ram hitting flesh. The result was broken limbs and armors that bent all the way to hit its own back. One can imagine just how broken the flesh that's wearing that armor. Two of such soldiers suffered from that and died. One such unlucky soldier suffered with his limbs having been separated from his body. His left arm holding his spear and his right leg. He's blonde so if he put some automail for those limbs, maybe he'd make a name for himself. But I doubt it. Thought Clay playfully.

*unsheathe*

Those that had swords instead of short spears unsheathed them in preparation for combat. However, all preparations were useless in front of Clay. It was because of the overwhelming difference in strength. This world did not have any concept of levels but if it were put into that quantification, Clay was a level 1 who had level 99 stats, while they were on average level 30s, and their stats on average were on the upper 20s. However, strength in this world was not quantified through a leveling system so comparing it to that may not at all be accurate.

Clay, without speaking any further than his entrance, subdued the soldiers one by one, with the speed he used right after he arrived here. The world slowed down to a level where even specks of dust appeared to be suspended in the air. Disturbed ever slightly by Clay's movements. Only showing their full mobility when Clay stopped moving at full speed. However, this slowing of time, is only subject to Clay now. It is to the extent that he can move so fast that nothing seems to be moving as he was, however, the world was still moving according to space-time's dictation in nature.

After killing all 10 guards including those close to the door and Giselle, Clay, took Giselle's arm and made her stand up. Giselle was unmoving. She stared at the blood and gore that were scattered on the floor and almost puked. She finally realizes that she had been well protected in this castle from birth and have never really seen what war could bring to the lives of ordinary people. Although, this scene cannot be equated to what really happens in a battlefield as this was done by Clay whose strength far exceeds that of normal foot soldiers, it still had great significance for her.

While holding down her urge to vomit, Giselle stood up and stood beside Clay while turning her head away. She did not even put the Chancellor in her eyes anymore. She knew, this man would die today. And then,

”Can you cast some type of illusion?” Clay asked in whisper.

Unfortunately, Giselle was only good at space magic and not illusion. Illusion was something that water element magic users were adept at. And so, she answered, ”No.”

Without feeling disappointed, Clay faced the Chancellor who was still in a state of shock. Clay was feeling sick of the smell of blood that permeated the place, so he wanted to end this farce now. And as if on cue, the Chancellor woke up from his stupor and loudly yelled at Clay accusing him of all things and cursing him while spitting out a lot of saliva.

”You, you, you monster! You criminal! You are a murderer and a treacherous bastard! It is I who has summoned you, and you dare to defy me? I am your master you slave! For what you've done you will be beheaded! You will never be able to see the light of day from now on! I will make sure you suffer in hell as you descend there! Suffer my wrath you foul servant!” The Chancellor went on and bombarded Clay with those template-like lines. In fact, the Chancellor was yelling and shouting and cursing Clay to stabilize his nerve and deal with him appropriately. Although, it would take much more than just that to calm down from the fear and panic that he was feeling currently, but one can only respect his small fry aura that's emitting from him now.