62 Chris Farhawk (1/2)
The brown haired boy clenched his teeth as his complexion turned red in anger. ”How dare a little pipsqueak like you call me uncouth!”
”Hmph, Andria's just telling the truth.” Andria stuck out her tongue at the boy, further angering him.
”That's it!” The boy began to chant a spell, causing the surrounding people to gasp in shock as they began to retreat to the cafe walls so that they were not drawn into the crossfire of the upcoming spell.
The Wilderwolf soldier's at Andria's side scrunched their brows in anger. How dare this stupid brat attempt to hurt their Young Miss!
A second later, the boy's chant was complete, releasing a torrent of wind that crisscrossed in the air in a bizarre pattern as it shot quickly towards Andria.
'He's a Early Stage Foundation Ranked Magician.' Lexa was able to tell the boys level from the aura emitted from the spell. 'I remember Jonathan once said that 10 years old is the average age of an Early Stage Foundation Ranked Magician, so he's nothing special.'
As one of the Wilderwolf soldier's was about to act, Andria placed one of her little hands in front of him, stopping him from doing so.
”Andria has this!” Andria smiled confidently before quickly chanting a spell of her own. Thankfully the chant was short, as the offending torrent of wind was mere inches from her face when a barrier of azure light swirled into existence in front of her, taking the brunt of the attack.
'Oh.' Lexa noticed that the shape of this azure barrier had taken the loose outline of a shield. She remembered thatJonathan had used a similar spell before, only it was much more powerful and grand.
”Impossible!” The boy's eyes went wide in disbelief when he saw his spell being blocked effortlessly.
The surrounding people in the cafe were pretty shocked as well. Who would have thought that a girl that didn't look a day over 5 years old could actually block off an attack of a person that looked twice her age. Their interest in the identity of this little girl holding a small kitten in her hands grew.
Before the angered boy could retaliate, he was interrupted by a voice behind him.
”Young Master, if we don't leave now, we'll be late...” One of the five men behind the boy suddenly spoke up, his voice a little hesitant and fearful.
”Tch!” The boy clicked his tongue and sneered. ”Girl, you better watch out in the future if I see you! You may be a rich young miss, but can you dare to make the great Farhawk family your enemy?!”
”Idiot!” Andria simply stated before pointing to the wolf symbol emblazoned on the armour of one of her guards. ”It should be Andria asking you if you dare to make our Wilderwolf family your enemy?!”
”W-Wilderwolf?!” The boys eyed opened wide before his eyes turned malicious and his teeth clenched viciously. ”So your the youngest daughter of the Left Hand of King and Queen? Good, now you've really got my blood boiling now! Next time we meet, we'll finish this off. Remember the name, Chris Farhawk!”
With those threatening words, Chris Farhawk swung his sleeves with a harrumph and left the cafe with his five guards. Behind them, Andria simply gave an harrumph of her own and turned to face the front desk once more, not sparing the brat another thought.
Meanwhile, the kitten in her hands was looking at her with glittering eyes. ”Wow, I never would have thought you had it in you! Where did you learn to speak like that?”
”Hehe, Grandpa taught me. He said that to deal with people like them, you should anger them till they cough blood, that its much more satisfying than simply beating them up.” Andria explained innocently, her happy-go-lucky expression a strange contrast to her vicious words. ”Grandpa was right, that brat's reaction was so funny.”
”Hahaha, I think I might like your grandfather!” Lexa laughed brightly.