Chapter 225 (2/2)

“Now Kanan,” Her mother began placatingly, but Kanan simply shook his head and stepped towards Helen, his eyes narrowed. Her mother shot Helen an annoyed glare, simply aggravating Helen further.

“If you don’t kindly accept my generosity, Helen, I will no longer be polite.” Kanan growled.

Feeling that things were devolving very quickly and deciding she was satisfied with it, Helen simply drew her spear. “Stay away from me, you fat fuck. I hope someone spits you like a pig and roasts you alive.”

Everyone froze.

Her mother’s face slowly drained of color, which was decidedly enjoyable for Helen. It had been a long time since her mother had been made speechless. Everyone knew of Helen’s anger issues, but she usually had it bottled up, and let it explode later. The fact that she had just said something like that here, in front of this man from the tiny Style that her mother had eyes on, shocked everyone.

Ikaas hid her face in her dress in shame, as the one who had brought her back.

Kanan was a pot of boiling water, about to explode. “You--!”

But he was interrupted. “Heeeeeeeellllleennnnnnnnnn”

The male spear attendant stumbled forward, holding one of the Ghosthound’s mugs, still obviously quite intoxicated. He blinked at the scene, and then opened his mouth. Then he closed it again, and his face became quite perplexed.

“Errr…. Am I interrupting something….?”

“It’s a private family matter. Please be on your way, sir.” Helen’s mother asked in an extremely dismissive tone, shooting a disgusting look at Helen, and Helen could hear her mother wondering why she had spent time with such degenerates and alcoholics.

And then Helen had a rather embarrassing, but amusing idea.

“No, no, mother, he’s involved. This man is… the father of your grandchild. Family, meet… ah…” Helen abruptly realized that she didn’t know his name, so she simply shrugged. “Well, we are both spear attendants for the same man, so we just spent a lot of time together.”

Helen’s mother looked like she was going to be ill. The male spear attendant looked puzzled, but smiled good naturedly around at all the pretty women giving him shocked looks, enjoying the attention.

“WHAT?!?!” Kanan bellowed, drawing his spear. “You dare touch my betrothed!”

They were starting to be loud enough to attract the attention of others, and nearby watchers began to slowly edge away. Luckily there was a lot of flat space in the stands, perhaps just for this reason. Fights were rather common, especially when the competition became more serious.

And especially when Claptrap was beginning to drum up fanatical support for the contestants, Helen added to herself. Soon there would be quite a few fights breaking out.

But the fact that the first was over her virtue was a bit…

Well, it was honestly amazing, but Helen kept her face carefully schooled. Although there really wasn’t any tension to the situation, as she knew in her heart that she could defeat Kanan herself if it was necessary, being fought over wasn’t a bad feeling.

Still, her heart sank at the fact that it was the male spear attendant that was doing the fighting. Helen turned to the stages and pursed her lips. Based on the schedule distributed by the referees, Randidly wouldn’t be among the people who were forced to fight in the final play off. Which meant that her time was much more well spent leaving this farce and going to find him…

The male spear attendant’s eyes focused, with apparent difficulty, and he considered Kanan. “You, are-”

Then the male spear attendant burped, vomiting a bit onto the ground in front of him.

‘My fucking hero.’ Helen thought sourly to herself. ‘This is all getting a bit silly…’

“You will die…” Kanan swore, and then charged forward, spear raised.