101 Madeleines Fame (1/2)

After an Awkward apology, Ores had no face to stay. He never gave Dyon a disdainful look, nor did he seem angered. The only thing he felt was shame. Shame that he had brought such ruin to the Grimbold family. A shame he'd use to fuel him towards better and newer heights.

Smiling up at Ri, Dyon casually strolled back to his place among the beauties, seemingly still not having noticed Mithradir's hot gaze.

Dyon grinned, ”aren't I amazing fairies?”

The girls rolled their eyes, but they couldn't help but feel impressed. It was clear that Dyon wasn't just a braggort, he had the skill to back up his words. They had no way of telling, but it was clear Dyon used at least 4 wills with his weapon's hell arrays. That in and of itself would still be reasonable as there were other geniuses of that level here. But, his understanding of his wills had reached an unprecendented level. They couldn't understand what was different between their uses of wills and Dyon's… but there was a clear gap which was why he was able to make up such a large disparity in cultivation.

As for Mithrandir, her eyes slipped in and out of anger and complex emotions. She didn't know how to feel. As a young lady, she was angered beyond belief at how Dyon took such a first time from her. But, something in her didn't allow her to completely hate him since it was indeed her fault. Yet, there was a completely unreasonable part that wanted him to suffer and die.

Dyon turned his pure gaze to Mithrandir, ”you should thank me Madame Norville.”

Mithrandir furrowed her eyebrows, gritting her teeth in anger, ”what could I possibly have to thank you for?”

”Can it be possible that you don't have an understanding of your own manifestation?”

Mithrandir's eyes narrowed, seemingly understanding what Dyon was trying to get at.

”If you want to make further progress in your cultivation with me, it won't be possible. I have a fiancee and I'm quite loyal,” Dyon said shamelessly, ”but, I was at least able to give you a helpful hint, no? So, you're welcome.”

”You! – ” Mithrandir was shivering, not knowing how to respond to Dyon's shamelessness. Who asked him to help her again?!

All this time, Zaltarish had a boiling volcano within him. His face showed no signs of anger, but he was already plotting Dyon's downfall. He had no doubt that he was much more powerful than Ores, but, wasn't Dyon also much more powerful than Ores as well? He felt a discomfort within him, and for the first time since he manifestated his soul, he doubted himself.

But, his pride wouldn't allow him to cave.

”I see. Your talent is indeed barely adequate for your arrogance,” Zaltarish spoke softly, but his voice seemed to quiet the entire surrounding areas.

Uncle Acacia had long since returned to his seat. Having turned the event over to the younger generation, he was content to sit back and watch things unfold.

Dyon turned away from Mithrandir, smiling faintly towards Zaltarish, ”and you are?”