Chapter 129. Long Time (3)
As Gray’s aura rushed towards him like a spilling river, Callian let out a soft breath, releasing the energy as though he was purifying himself. Meanwhile, inside the carriage, Gray’s voice oozed with threat.
“Stop the carriage.”
The carriage, which had been moving smoothly, finally came to a halt.
Callian turned his head for a moment to check his companions.
It was as he expected.
Upon feeling Gray’s threatening aura, Kirie’s heartbeat sped up, and Arsene and Raychell felt their mana rise within them.
Callian lifted his hand, signaling them to stay calm, avoiding any rash actions. He focused sharply on Arsene, who seemed ready to act without hesitation, especially as he looked toward the pink carriage.
Then, Callian spoke, addressing Yan.
“Kirie, you stay back. Everyone else will go ahead first. I’ll follow soon.”
What Callian was about to do was something only he could do. Except for Kirie, who knew Callian ‘s secret, the rest should not be here.
Yan saw Callian ‘s serious expression. Without a word, he led the group down the royal road.
Watching them go, Callian closed his eyes for a moment.
It was time to become Bern, not Callian .
‘Gray must not go to Kyris. However, I cannot simply kill him. But I also cannot let him get away easily.’
Therefore, Callian ’s plan was to bring Gray to his lowest point, and ensure he could never challenge Callian again.
Gray opened the carriage window, and with it, Callian opened his eyes.
Callian, who now had Bern’s gaze, looked down at Gray, who was staring out of the window.
Not noticing this change, Gray, sitting on a large black horse, made an angry sound towards Callian , who was looking down at him from the carriage.
“How dare someone with the blood of a commoner like you!”
With a swift motion, Callian grabbed Gray’s neck through the window and yanked him violently.
“I’ve put up with… Argh!”
Gray gasped for air as he was pressed against the wall of the carriage.
He was in mortal danger.
And his pride was wounded.
He had to fight back.
Callian brought his face closer to Gray, who was trapped in his hold, and vented the rage he had accumulated for days.
“You put up with and put up with, huh?”
Callian sneered wickedly.
Callian stretched his arm, slamming Gray against the wall of the carriage again, and Gray’s head hit it with a dull bang.
Callian had been unleashing the hidden magic since he faced Gray on the royal road. Gray was oblivious.
Gray was the third Swordmaster out of the six.
But even so, he was unable to detect Callian ‘s aura, who had just become a Swordmaster. It implied that Gray had neglected his training after following the path of the sword.
As a result,
Callian had the upper hand.
As Gray’s head hit the carriage wall again, his mind lost all reason. He finally reached for his sword’s hilt. Callian caught that movement from outside the carriage.
Callian , bending his head even more, almost touching the carriage wall, muttered in Gray’s ear as he could see through the window.
At that moment, Callian ‘s aura burst out.
For Lennon, Gray, Silica, and Planche.
All his repressed fury towards Brisenn had exploded at once.
“If you don’t want to die.”
In the middle of the sudden turmoil, Gray’s friends ran out of the carriage. The butler and groom got up, clueless about what to do. Their eyes were fixed on Gray and the six knight.
The six knights retreated, their faces pale. Even Kirie, who was far away, felt choked by the force of Callian ‘s aura.
Until now, Callian had never shown his aura to this degree. Callian , who had already made Allen nervous with just a short display of aura, had now released his unbridled, overpowering aura on Gray.
Gray’s whole body froze.
“I said get down.”
Gray didn’t know if the order was for him to get off the horse or to get off the planet.
Callian applied more pressure in his arm.
The carriage’s wall couldn’t withstand the power focused in Callian ’s arm. Callian dragged Gray out through the window frame.
Gray cried out desperately.
Callian ignored Gray’s cries, tossing him away by the collar of his neck. Then, he got off Raven’s back.
It didn’t matter if they were higher or lower in rank.
Arsene’s character was manifesting through Calien…
Master said we could do anything as long as we don’t use a sword.
A clear light emerged from Callian ‘s fingertips, shaping a long and round stick, or in other words, a bat.
“Let’s have a little practice.”
As soon as he said that, the thrashing started.
Gray couldn’t even pull his sword from his waist.
Even though he was a swordsman himself, Gray couldn’t act fast enough to pull his sword or dodge the swings of the bat. He just tried to reduce the harm and withstand the blows with aura.
He had beaten people up many times before.
In fact, he had unleashed his fury on the four knights who had been dumped into the lake not long ago until all their bones were shattered.
This was the first time he was the one who got beaten up.
Thanks to his family’s and his own power, Gray had never been beaten up before…
‘Once I escape from here, I’ll surely kill him.’
Even though it didn’t hurt, he felt a surge of humiliation and rage. As a result, his aura naturally rose up again.
Seeing this, Callian chuckled.
“Do you need to get totally knocked down before you wake up?”
Then he punched Gray in the stomach.
Once, twice, three times – he punched and kicked Gray ruthlessly. Callian didn’t even care to take Gray’s sword away. If he pulled his sword, he was prepared to handle that, but Callian didn’t think that Gray would even try to pull it.
Slowly, the sound of Gray’s panting faded. Along with it, his aura, which had been holding up his body, vanished, as if it had dissolved. His source of power had gone.
By Callian ‘s hand, the number of Swordmasters in the continent was once more reduced to five.
A slightly bigger elongated cylindrical stick, or in simpler terms, a slightly harder bat, appeared.
The beautifully shining transparent bat started to move in the air, leaving a dazzling trail.
“How dare you…”
“Weren’t you bragging about bloodlines before?”
Gray writhed his body and spat out blood mixed with his teeth.
His rage had long gone. A little humiliation still remained.
Seeing this, Callian swung his hand again.
Apart from what Gray had spit out, there was no splashing of blood. There was no noise of bones cracking. Callian was simply hitting him savagely wherever it would hurt him without killing him.