Act 1: Blue Ocean Pavilion - Chapter 47: Frederick against Austin

Act 1: Blue Ocean Pavilion - Chapter 47: Frederick against Austin

Great Elder Robert arrived at the terrace with his usual peaceful face and his eyes closed. He walked on the terrace with steady steps under Grand Commander Margaret's indifferent stare.

"Robert."

"Maggie."

"Don't call me that." Margaret waved the attendants and guards to leave the terrace. Now the two pillars of the Pavilion were alone.

"What did you call me here for? I have so much work with the Grand Gatherings. The Minor Hall is a complete mess right now." Robert grumbled.

"Oscar Terr." Margaret said.

"Excuse me?" Robert was taken aback that Margaret uttered Oscar's name. In the past, she never bothered to remember any student's name, so this shocked him.U//ppTodated fr/o/m nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)\/m

"Why was he sent to the Abyss Prison? Why was I not informed of this?" Margaret stepped closer to Robert in a hostile manner.

"Margaret, you never cared about any prisoners. Those are all Draven's concerns, not yours."

"Except this boy appears to know 'Reis Awaken' and 'Flowing Mountain'. Of course, some bright Apprentice and Elite Exalts touch upon 'Ein Awaken' on their own, but 'Flowing Mountain' and 'Reis Awaken'? We all know only Draven is inclined toward that concept."

Robert sighed and nodded his head, giving a letter to Margaret. "This was from Draven when Oscar was admitted into prison."

Margaret read the letter, muttering 'crazy foul-mouthed fraud' with a complicated expression. Her eyes widened slightly at the content.

"So that's why Draven decided to teach the boy. Then who made the request?" She started at Robert with an inquisitory tone. Margaret was akin to Draven because they had no time for nonsense and treated the law and rules as king. Sending this boy to Abyss Prison without real grounds touched her bottom line.

Robert opened his eyes, revealing their blue and red glow to show his seriousness against Margaret's accusatory eyes. "It was the guest, Elder Saul."

"Elder Saul? That elder has not moved in a while, staying put in the Outer Hall for so long. What has prompted him to action? And why Oscar?" Margaret interrogated Robert for an answer.

The old Great Elder turned around to leave. "I do not know. But remember that he is a guest invited by our Pavilion Master. I believe he's not acting against our Pavilion."

Margaret crossed her arms and stared at Oscar, who was struggling against George and the hedgehog. "You seem to favor Elder Saul, while Draven despises him. I'm always the one on the fence, aren't I?"

"Haha. That is true; you've always been the one to mediate between us. I bid you farewell, and do not worry; I'll take care of any issues." Robert departed.

Alone on the terrace, Margaret resumed watching the students' matches with a tired expression, rubbing her temples.

.......

"Austin...." Frederick took out his 'Twin Leaf Swords' in a smooth motion.

"Frederick." Austin took out a dagger. It wasn't his anima, but a real armament. It was dark and unnatural as if it sucked in all the sunlight.

"I never got to ask. How was prison?" Frederick taunted him.

"Your friend, Oscar, should have told you. I spent two weeks there, next to people who took joy in taking my food and beating me to a pulp." Austin's voice was coarse and dark while retelling his experience in the Abyss Prison; his eyes were dark and emotionless, and his dagger anima appeared in his other hand. "I endured and fought back, earning my place. I learned the true meaning of fighting for your life. This battle won't be like last time. No playing around."

"I do not care for your history. But there will be no killing. I will stop the match if it reaches that point." The proctor warned the two of them.

"Of course." Frederick summoned his bird anima. It flew overhead, staring at Austin.

"Ready?" The proctor raised her hand.

Not a single response came from the two combatants. Frederick and Austin locked eyes, unblinking and waiting for the signal.

"Grade One Brilliant Slash"

Frederick unleashed more 'Brilliant Slash', slowly forcing Austin back as he had to defend. The 'Acid Coat' was great against physical things, but it lacked the same corrosive speed against spells like this 'Brilliant Slash'.

'Aren't you being too wasteful with this?' Austin felt it was odd that Frederick kept releasing large slashes like this, using up a lot of Ein with each blow. 'Also, you can't use it on both swords.'

Frederick was not proficient enough in his spell, so he could only use it with one blade at a time. This discrepancy did not escape Austin's eye.

Austin inched closer little by little. Slowly, he dodged and blocked each incoming blow. By seeing which sword, Frederick was using, Austin would know how to move and counter.

'What are you planning?' Austin tasted defeat at Frederick's hand because of his arrogance and Frederick's tricks. This time, he would take everything Frederick does as suspicious.

Finally, Austin was right before Frederick, breathing hard from his efforts. Austin was not in the best condition due to dealing with every blow.

The two tired, bitter enemies looked at each other and drew deep breaths. In an instant, Frederick's right sword shined as it slashed toward Austin. The sword was about to release a 'Brilliant Slash' at close range, but Austin's dagger moved to block it.

Austin was wary as the slash came in. It was inconceivable that Frederick would waste all this effort just to do a simple slash.

Right before Frederick's sword was blocked, the glow faded. Suddenly, his left sword slashed at Austin. The right sword was a feint.

But Austin was prepared for that and blocked Frederick's surprise attack.

The swords and daggers were deadlocked, grinding against each other and making scraping noises that irritated the ears.

"Do you think you can overwhelm me with brute strength?!" Austin roared. His time in the Abyss Prison had strengthed his body, and he held some confidence against Frederick.

"No, but this is fine. You guessed right that I can't use the 'Brilliant Slash' on both swords. Whenever I try, my Ein goes crazy and explodes. It's pointless and self-harming unless my enemy is very close." Frederick's yellow eyes stared unwaveringly at Austin.

"You crazy bastard!" Austin tried to back away, but it was too late.

Frederick's swords glowed with light, but then the torrent of Ein exploded out of them, blowing Frederick back to the edge of the stage. His face was slightly burned, and his clothes were slightly scorched.

The proctor did not have time to interfere and looked on in horror. She did not expect this student to take it so crazily.

"Did it work?" Frederick looked at the cloud of smoke that covered where Austin stood.

"Bas-bastard" A figure stepped out of the smoke, Austin. His clothes were nearly burnt off, his skin was slightly dark but not burnt, and his nose was bleeding. His 'Rounder's Gift' had prevented the worst.

Austin stared at Frederick, who was sitting on the stage. He saw how Frederick's current state and realized what he had forgotten.

In the first battle, this maniac was ready to sacrifice his own hand to win. Now, here, he was willing to blow himself up. Austin coughed up blood that was boiling from the heat.

He struggled to keep moving.

Frederick stared at the struggling Austin and spoke in a low, hateful tone. "Stop."

Austin was stunned, frozen, and unable to move. Staring at Frederick was like staring into a dark, bottomless pit. The face of the man was unlike his usual playfulness. It was an icy expression that sent shivers down Austin's spine.

"You don't even understand what it means to want revenge. An eye? That is nothing compared to what I've lost."

Frederick's voice made Austin feel fear. The hate and anger emanating from Frederick were not directed toward Austin, but he still felt it.

Just what is this man?