Chapter 133 Duchess's Arrival (1)

Third Person's POVDue to the strength behind the throw, the man vanished from sight like a discarded ragdoll and the people in the library could only see a blurry thing being thrown out of the library hall.

Ethan turned and looked up at Virelle and the little girl as he signaled them to follow.

Without hesitation, they trailed behind him as he strode out of the library, leaving behind the hushed murmurs of those who had witnessed the extraordinary spectacle.

Ethan stepped out of the library into the morning sun and his eyes narrowed as he spotted the middle-aged man struggling to stand against the castle wall.

The man's breaths were ragged and his body trembled as he wiped the blood trickling from his nose with his sleeve.

Ethan smirked and was ready to apparate in front of the man but just as he was about to do so, the man stretched out a trembling hand and shouted frantically.

"Stop!!!"

Ethan had no intention of obeying, but curiosity flickered in his mind. For a brief moment, he decided to humor the man and see what he was trying to pull.

The man's fear-ridden eyes gradually settled and a glint of relief passed over his battered face. A weak but confident smile formed on his torn lips as if he had just confirmed something.

Swallowing his pain, he straightened slightly and spoke with newfound resolve.

"It seems you are not as impetuous as I thought, young man. I am one of the retainers of Successor Dominic Sangrial. Surely, you must know who he is."

Ethan's expression remained unreadable as he tilted his head slightly.

"And what does throwing around the name of whoever this Dominic guy means to me?"

The middle-aged man frowned as he struggled to gauge Ethan's reaction.

He had expected him to be intimidated on hearing the young lord's name or at least hesitate but there was none in his expressions.

His own mental state wavered but he shook his head and pushed forward with forced confidence.

"How can you speak about Young Master Dominic like this? Do you even understand the weight and prestige his name carries?"

Ethan exhaled through his nose and his patience was gradually thinning.

"I don't know who this Dominic is, and frankly, I don't care."

He rolled his shoulders and intertwined his fingers before cracking his knuckles. A sharp series of pops echoed, clearly indicating his intent.

"Now, as for you…"

The middle-aged retainer's fleeting confidence shattered and his face paled as fear returned to his eyes.

"St...Stop!!" he blurted out as his voice cracked continuously.

"Young man, if you know what's good for you, you will stand down and apologize to me for your rude behavior. Otherwise, you will regret this."

Ethan smirked at his lousy threat and in the next moment he vanished from his spot.

The middle-aged man barely had time to react before a fist materialized inches from his face. But instead of panicking this time, his eyes gleamed with steely resolve.

His lips moved in a rushed incantation, and a small fiery orange orb burst into existence before him and positioned itself precisely in the path of Ethan's attack.

But if he had expected hesitation, he was sorely mistaken as what happened next made his brain go blank.

Ethan's fist remained unwavering but an icy wind suddenly erupted from it and coiled around his knuckles like a living force.

The moment his comet-like fist that left beautiful icy trails in the air met the fiery orb, the expected clash between fire and ice never came.

Instead, the flames sputtered and died instantly as if a single ember had been thrown into a vast and frigid ocean.

His comet-like punch continued its trajectory and slammed into the man's jaw with devastating force.

A sickening crack echoed through the air as the man's body launched into the sky like a ragdoll. He ascended at least ten meters before gravity reclaimed him.

As he tumbled downward, a soft patter of crystal-like fragments followed.

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Ethan's gaze focused on it and he instantly identified them to be the man's bloody teeth that scattered on the black stone pavement like shattered glass.

Virelle who had been watching from a distance also focused on the falling debris and narrowed her eyes. Her fingers twitched as she noted the gruesome sight.

Meanwhile, Velcy who was standing beside her moved forward for a few steps and picked up something small and round from the ground. It was an icy-white orb that was emitting a soft and eerie white fog.

Virelle's eyes flashed with curiosity and she extended her hand towards her.

Seeing her outstretched hand, Velcy reluctantly placed the orb in her palm.

As she examined it closely, she noticed an intense struggle occurring within the sphere as an orange core of liquid-like fire battled against the frozen exterior and they were locked in a strange yet perfect equilibrium.

How beautiful.

The sunlight reflected off its surface, making it look like an otherworldly gemstone. But her admiration was short-lived as a loud thud echoed and signaled the retainer's return to the ground.

His body lay in a crumpled heap and this time it was unmoving. He was in no condition to fight perhaps even to speak.

Ethan walked toward him in slow and deliberate steps that exuded an aura of inescapable doom. The man's fear-stricken eyes widened even further as he tried to form some words.

Velcy stifled a chuckle at his toothless state, while Virelle struggled to maintain her usual cold composure as her cheeks twitched at the absurdity of it.

Ethan reached down and gripped the man's collar hoisting him effortlessly.

Just as he was about to land another blow, the man screamed in a desperate and gurgling voice as his eyes burned with a mix of terror and hatred.

"You can't do this to me! You'll regret it! Young Lord Dominic will severely punish you for your crimes! And as for that ugly girl...."