Chapter 131 Ethan's Lesson (1)

Ethan's POVHis words showed slight hesitance mixed with a bit of something sly, which I suddenly realized only I could have detected with my superior soul sense.

Was he truly so foolish? Or was he simply blinded by his need to reclaim control?

A slow and deliberate smirk curled on my lips. This will be interesting.

"Is this truly how a so-called Arcane Linguist behaves?" Though my voice was soft, it carried an unmistakable weight.

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The man's gaze snapped toward me as his anger shifted into something warier.

I leaned back slightly and rested an arm against the table.

"You seem awfully bold speaking to her in such a manner."

My smirk deepened, and I let my next words sink in. "Aren't you afraid of what I will do to you?"

But this time, he didn't panic like before. Despite my aura pressing down on him invisibly, he still struggled to maintain a stoic and angry expression and refused to let any sort of fear show in his eyes.

"Whoever you are, young man, or whichever family you belong to, it doesn't matter here. You cannot threaten me like this. I am assigned to be her teacher, and I have every right to discipline her for being late."

I was about to retort when he suddenly started walking toward us. I remained silent, intrigued by his boldness as I wanted to see what he intended to do.

He ignored me completely and turned his attention to Velcy, who sat beside us.

Velcy, however, did not display the nervousness one would expect from a little girl in this situation. Instead, her expression was stone-cold and unreadable.

Well, that was to be expected from someone like her. After all, her experiences had been vastly different from those of normal children and she was not the type to cower or remain submissive in front of any kind of oppression.

My eyes remained trained on the red-robed middle-aged man as he ascended the stairs toward her.

A curious thought crossed my mind, and without glancing at Velcy, I transmitted my voice directly into her mind through my soul sense.

'Is he the Arcane linguist who teaches you the Aegaryn script?'

She turned her gaze to me and gave a slow nod. Confirming my suspicion, I asked another question.

'Does he speak to you like this every day? Does he regularly address you in this manner?'

Without hesitation, she nodded again as she confirmed my suspicion. A deep frown formed on my face at her response.

I fell into deep thought. 'Did Master order her to learn the Aegaryn script from an Arcane linguist?'

This time, I directed my question to Virelle who was coldly watching the man as he neared our seating area on the first floor.

'Yes, the Lord Dragoness instructed me to find an instructor to teach Velcy the Aegaryn script as quickly as possible on the very day she arrived at the castle.'

Her voice was clear and unwavering as she replied through sound transmission without moving her lips or giving any indication that she was conversing with me.

I nodded and knew that the girl I had chosen was smart and pragmatic enough to understand my intentions.

'Who assigned him as her teacher? Did you contact him for it, or did someone else recruit him to instruct Velcy?'

My tone carried no accusation, only curiosity as I didn't want her to think I was blaming her for his presence.

'I sent a notice through the bat guards to Scarlet Hollow City, announcing the need for an Arcane linguist at Scarlet Hollow Castle.

As for the selection process, the castle commander of the guards would know more about it. She reports directly to Master Altheria and oversees the hiring process and determines both the quality and number of personnel allowed in the castle.'

Her detailed answer left me slightly puzzled. The likelihood that he was a spy or a planted troublemaker decreased significantly in my mind.

My gaze lifted toward him as he was almost at our table now.

Third Person's POV

Ethan's rigid and unreadable crimson eyes locked onto the man, displaying his cold and unyielding attitude.

The middle-aged man came to a halt three meters from the table and deliberately avoided Ethan's gaze as he fixed his attention on Velcy, who met his stare with an equal measure of icy detachment.

"Why are you staring at me like that, you ugly wretch?" he spat. "The time for your lesson has arrived, and yet here you are, moping around."

Ethan's eyes instantly darkened as his crimson irises deepened into a shade so dark it seemed as if they were being swallowed by shadows.

A glacial chill spread through the air, and an ominous glint flickered in his gaze.

The man seemed completely oblivious to the shift in atmosphere as he was swept up in his own sense of dominance and reached out his hand toward Velcy's head.

In the blink of an eye, Ethan's hand moved like lightning and intercepted his. The world seemed to freeze in that instant.

Their eyes met in a silent yet violent clash as the air between them seemed to be warped and boiling with invisible tension.

The middle-aged man's body stiffened as though an unseen force had locked him in place. He struggled, but it was futile as he could neither move nor could he tear his gaze away from Ethan's.

Then, breaking the suffocating silence, Ethan's voice rang out in a low and ominous tone that echoed in every corner of the vast library.

"It seems you are in the need of a lesson today as well. Don't worry—I'll make sure it is one you will never forget for the rest of your life."

A brilliant flash of blue light erupted from Ethan's arm and rapidly condensed into his palm. A loud crack reverberated through the room like a lightning strike.

Gasps filled the air as onlookers recoiled and some even shivered at the sheer force of the sound.