Chapter 618 (2/2)

Wincing, Silo said. “...perhaps. But rather, my spear has some sentimental value to me. It was given to me by my grandfather.”

Skarch nodded sagely. “You carry the weight of your ancestors. It is a heavy burden, but a powerful weapon. Use it well, companion.”

Silo’s face turned solemn. “Yes… I have a great weight on my shoulders. And it’s only when I have the support of other righteous spear users that we can accomplish it. I hope-”

“Heya.”

Pausing, Silo turned to look at the new arrivals. His eyes widened a fraction with recognition. These two were another two that ignored his plight earlier when trying to enter into the city!

The woman was slight, with pure white hair and a spear that looked like a needle. The man was tall and intense looking, with black hair and deep emerald eyes. Together, they struck quite the figures. But as he looked at them, Silo felt a sinking sensation in his chest.

They look the part, but… why do I get the feeling that we just aren’t in the same league…?

“Greetings,” Skarch bowed slightly. “You are…”

“Randidly Ghosthound.”

“Azriel. Let’s not pretend like we are best friends.” The woman with white hair said, waving her hand airily. “But I’ll protect your back with everything I have.”

“An auspicious greeting,” Skarch said with a smile.

It was a small thing, but after she spoke, Azriel looked sideways at Randidly. Although others would have missed it, Silo’s sharp eyes caught the movement easily. Was she… afraid of him?

Before he could follow that line of thoughts further, another voice cut into his reverie.

“Silo! Finally showing your true colors, eye? The traitors associating with the trash. How appropriate.”

Althumber Veir sidled up to the group, a twisted smile on his face. And even though he was as evil and slimy as they come, his genetics and strong jaw made the expression come off as attractive and charming.

Silo clenched his hands into fists. “Leave, Althumber. If you threaten these people, I’ll-”

“Oh? Threaten?” Althumber’s mouth stretched into an even wider smile. “Do I seem like that type of person? Perhaps in your world, Silo, such things are common. But at our sophistication, we trust that laws will see justice done. Those who subvert the establish rules and norms… are doomed to be outed as fools.”

To the side, Silo heard Randidly say, “Do I seem like the type of person that has time for this?” and Azriel responded. “Do I seem like a you-expert?” As Silo opened his mouth to reply, Skarch said in an excited voice, “Do I get to play this game, too?”

Struggling to keep the tension out of his jaw, Silo spat out, “Leave it, Althumber. It was just my grandfather’s spear. You lost, fair and square.”

Now Althumber’s eyes burned. Slowly, he leaned forward until his nose was only a few centimeters away from Silo. Because he was a bit taller than Silo, he could sneer down his nose at him. “You little shit. You don’t know the first thing about what’s going on behind the scenes here. If I had it my way, I would kill you myself. But let me assure you; you will not live through this tournament.”

“Can he say that?” Randidly asked from behind him while yawning.

Skarch hummed for a second and then said. “I have never been too proficient with trash talk… but it is something like a tradition in times like this, is it not?”

“Ha! I find this girl quite pleasing. Maybe we can be best friends, Skarch. I can’t tell if you are naive or playing us. It intrigues me,” Azriel said.

Frustrated by his teammate's whimsical attitudes, Silo turned away. “Let’s go, team. Let’s not waste time with a fool like this.”

Althumber snorted and turned away to walk back towards his own team. Frowning, Silo tried to prepare himself for this next month. Althumber would not let the indignity of his loss go without retaliation. It already started with the rumors about his grandfather’s spear, but also…

It seemed his rival had a much more dangerous plan in motion.