Chapter 174 Orders

As soon as he heard this, Spade stood up, unsheathing his blade as he smirked.

"Man... you really are an intriguing guy. I can't tell whether you are too confident, just foolish, or something else. To think of giving me orders like they are nothing."

He began walking forward.

"I don't know if I should feel offended or not."

Lyrian gazed at him for a few seconds, knowing that Yang was still alive and well in the air. He didn't want to waste time, quickly brushing the conversation away from Spade as he looked at Leon.

"I couldn't care less if you are offended or not. Even if you wanted to kill me, you would fail. And Leon, we will need your help as well."

Lyrian turned to face Yang once again, as Leon nodded and stepped up, walking beside Spade as the two neared where Lyrian was. Spade had scoffed at Lyrian's reply, but inwardly, he was slightly pissed off.

'Does he think the protection of the school will really save him from my status and power? Pfft... There's no reason to think about that anyway. I won't let him pass this exam.'

Spade thought to himself as he arrived next to Lyrian.

'Now that I think about it, he did wipe out my entire squad. They weren't special, but they were some pawns I had... they were valuable pawns. I have to kill him for doing that, at the very least. It seems he has no plans to kill me though, so this will be easy.'

He looked up at the bird, 'First, the bird dies.'

Silvus suddenly dove down from the sky on his floating rock.

"Are you saying magic is useless in this situation? Don't underestimate me,  boy."

He said as he came about 15 meters away from Lyrian.

"Boy huh? I suppose that's better than a peasant."

Lyrian retorted, mocking Silvus.

"Still, it's not good enough. Silvus! Have any of your attacks landed?"

Silvus paused, gritting his teeth in frustration.

"Don't pretend like your attacks have excelled mine!"

A smirk appeared on Lyrian's face.

"They didn't, but I'm not a magic specialist like you. I barely know any spells. I like fighting with the sword better right now..."

Lyrian held his obsidian blade to the horizon, tilting the sun's bright rays into Silvus' eyes.

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Silvus said, floating back up. Without wasting any time, Lyrian gave orders.

"Jackson, stay back. Spade, Leon, fast attacks, nonstop. Use your full strength. Don't think about the battle afterward, you will be lucky if you even get there with this creature as your opponent."

Before he could continue, Spade scoffed once again, in disbelief and finding humor in the situation.

"Rylan! Stay with Jackson. If he can, he will heal you. If not, there's no point in risking being eliminated."

Rylan nodded, walking over to where Jackson was.

"Alten!"

Lyrian shouted, as Alten quickly replied with a "Yes!"

"Use Rylan's cube to shoot at the bird if possible, but from afar. I know you like using the bow more, but right now, you are too weak to do any damage with it alone."

Alten was a bit upset at the words of truth from Lyrian, disappointed slightly in his weakness, but focused on the main point, which was the order given to him.

'Pfft... look at this guy. Giving out orders like he's some mafia boss. And all of them are listening as well. It's almost like he has higher status than us nobles.'

Spade couldn't help but feel a bit of envy brewing within his mind. Still, he didn't really care too much either. Silvus, on the other hand, was listening to Lyrian talk with open ears, although he pretended like he was ignoring him.

'They are all... listening?'

"Cedric!"

Lyrian suddenly said, surprising both the boy he called out, and Silvus.

'Even my group? He dares... wait, is he going to order Glis as well? Surely not, she would never follow his orders. Hell, she doesn't even follow mine.'

He claimed in his mind, knowing for sure that such a thing wouldn't happen. However, there was a slight fear in the back of his mind that itched at him.

Cedric suddenly looked up at Lyrian, his face different from before. He seemed nervous to look at him.

"Your sword, take it out and use it against the bird. You are weak, but while it's distracted you might get in some hits."

Cedric looked at Silvus before replying, nervous to follow any orders from anyone who wasn't the prince.

Silvus, his expression annoyed, simply looked away. Cedric didn't know what to make of this, but he imagined that he was given permission to follow the orders. They didn't sound too unreasonable to him either, and he also wasn't outright denied.

So, he nodded in response. As soon as this happened, Silvus' eyes widened slightly in shock. Even though he hadn't given the boy permission, his own teammate even followed Lyrian's orders!?

It was absurd! He was just about to say something when Lyrian abruptly spoke.

"Glis!"

Silvus didn't think, looking away as he focused his ears on Lyrian's words and Glis' reaction.

Glis matched Lyrian's determined gaze with a willful gaze of her own.

While looking at the bird, Silvus' unseen reaction was absolutely bewildered.

'Nothing? I didn't hear anything? No refute? No yelling back? Is she... going to listen!?'

Silvus was feeling his ego tested, a mix of envy, frustration, and anger.

'Lyrian Theageld. He's much stronger than I last saw him. But I don't take orders from anyone except for my family, let alone some stranger...'

Glis thought as Lyrian spoke up.

"The wings. Use as much mana as possible to try and freeze them. No flight means no speed."

Glis was going to interrupt him, but Lyrian didn't start off his sentence normally. Instead, he said "Wings," which was random, causing Glis to want to understand what he was saying before she cut him off.

After he finished, she simply looked at the bird and said.

"I was thinking of doing that anyway."

Not wanting to admit defeat or directly take Lyrian's orders. She also recognized the orders as the most logical option for her right now.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter to me."

'Good. At least she listened.'

Lyrian thought to himself, while on the other hand, Silvus had become even further enraged, biting his lower up as he tried to control himself.

'That wretched bitch! How dare she not listen to my orders, but his instead!'

He cursed in his mind.