*Splash*
"Haa!
Haah… Haah… Haa…"
Water was splashed over Galen's face and he was forced awake. His vision was still blurry however, he could see a figure right in front of him, looking at him with a crazy smile on his face.
Galen then looked around and as his vision slowly cleared up, he found his two friends lying on the ground, unconscious. As he tried to assess the situation, his eyes fell on the crowd that had surrounded him, looking at him with strange looks on their faces and soon,
Galen understood.
His fuzzy head cleared up and he finally recalled how he ended up in this situation.
They lost.
And they lost overwhelmingly.
Vaan was on a completely different league. It was not just his different Magic Circles or how he could cast while he ran, that man overwhelmed them in every single aspect.
He knew the weakness of every spell they cast as if he already knew and had analyzed that spell, of course, the cases where mages use the same spells were not uncommon. Of course, the Magic Patterns they use to cast those spells would always be different, but that didn't mean the spell itself would be different.
This was especially common in the case of beginner Mages, spells like Fireball, Watershield, Windspear, because of their overwhelming strength compared to their level, many mages used these spells often and in some cases, the structure they used for the said spells were same as well, making the two spells exact copy of each other.
But even then, the fact that Vaan knew the structure, the weakness, and the counter for every single one of their spells as if he himself knew how to cast those spells,
This made no sense.
They were 2nd Circle Mages, even if their spells could be called basic, the use of inner circles and variations in the Patterns that they came up on their own wasn't something that anyone could know.
The sheer number of spells one would have to study to reach that level is…
Only a Mage with decades of experience could do something like that and even in that case, doing so would be foolish since rather than wasting their time studying weaker spells for such a long time, it would be much better to learn advanced spells.
"Oh? You are awake, I thought it wouldn't work this time like it happened with others. Guess you are much more resilient than others huh?
Well, good for you, it seems I won't have to use the boiling hot water to wake you up."
While Galen was thinking all this, he suddenly heard a voice.
His eyes then fell on Vaan who was smiling at him like a crazy mage looking at the target of his experiment, behind him, Galen could see a water ball floating in air, a water ball that was being heated up by a fireball to the point bubbles were coming out of it.
Galen's eyes widened in horror when he saw that.
To think this bastard was about to pour all that boiling hot water right on his face, was he crazy!?
Soon, however, Galen got his answer.
He was.
He was definitely crazy enough to do that.
What sane person would hit someone till they pass out and continue that again, again and again?
This is what Vaan had been doing ever since the 'duel' was over, he hit him till he passed out, then he moved to the next one and did the same before continuing the same again.
What round was it?
Sixth? Or was it the Seventh?
He couldn't even remember it anymore, however, he did know one thing.
Only a crazy bastard like Vaan could do it.
"Honestly, that is pretty unfortunate, I wanted to see how a passed-out person would react if I poured hot water on their face, guess I would need to experiment that in the next round." Vaan shrugged.
Then, he looked into Galen's eyes and after snapping his fingers, he asked,
"Are you ready for another round of beating?"
The moment he said those words, Galen quickly recalled the previous session and his whole face stung from the pain he previously felt.
It didn't take long for his suppressed fear to act up, combining this with the boiling water that was about to be poured onto his face, Galen quickly gave in and,
"Lirael Vesta."
He spoke.
"Oh?"
Vaan, who was about to punch Galen again paused.
"Lady Lirael was the one who sent the three of us."
"You finally gave in huh?"
Vaan spoke with a playful smile on his face.
"There is no point in going through all this for someone like Lady Lirael.
Just as Young Master said, she is someone who sent us to Young Master even though she knew how much Young Master had changed. In her eyes, we were just lab rats whom she wanted to use to test the waters.
She does not deserve our loyalty."
Galen spoke and hearing those words, Vaan's smile widened.
"See? How easy would it have been if you did this from the start? Making me work so much before telling me something I already knew. Tsk." Vaan snorted.
'I would have done it if you had given me the chance to do so.'
Galen spoke inwardly as he clenched his teeth.
Vaan was much stronger than before, there was no way someone like Lirael wouldn't know it, but even then, for her to specially order them to bully Vaan…
When Vaan pointed it out, the three mages quickly realized that they had been played, they actually wanted to say Lirael's name right away, however,
Vaan didn't listen and continued to hit them without giving them a chance to say anything.
"Oh well, now that you have finally given up, I think we can end this now." Suddenly, Vaan spoke up.
Galen's face brightened up, however, before he could be too happy, he saw Vaan clenching his fist again and,
*Bam*
His eyes widened in horror.
"Y-Young Master V-Vaan!?"
He spoke out loud, unable to understand why Vaan was hitting his again, but then,
"What? Did you forget the rules?
The duel won't end unless one party passes out.
Your other two friends have already passed out, so it is just you left.
So endure a little will you."
Vaan spoke and then,
*Bam*
A series of punches rained on Gilen's face.
This was the day Galen had decided,
Whether it was that bitch who saw people nothing more than her tools, or the crazy bastard of a mage who punched people before talking to them,
He would stay away from all the Direct Descendants or these so called Prospective Heirs.
This foolish game, he will not be playing it anymore.
…
The 'Duel' soon ended, with the three Mages down, Vaan quickly stood up and looked around with a fresh smile on his face.
"Did you all enjoy the show?"
He questioned.
Weird smiles appeared on the crowd's faces.
Most of them had heard that Young Master Vaan's were… out of the ordinary, but this…?
This was definitely a little too extreme.
Even people who witnessed Vaan in action before, they were taken by surprise as well. At the very least, during the challenge, Vaan stopped after his opponents lost consciousness,
But to think that this time, he would pour water right on their faces to wake them up before hitting them away.
What in the hell…
The Mages didn't know what to think of it.
Some of these Mages actually wanted to come serve Vaan and support him as the next Family Head, however, after witnessing what he did today, he decided to hold onto that thought for a while.
Vaan's personality… it was a little too rough.
They weren't sure if this man was suited to be the Family Head.
Yes, this act was Vaan definitely didn't do much in his favor, however,
It wasn't entirely useless either.
'I need to be careful around him…
He is a crazy bastard.'
In the minds of those who actually supported other Prospective Heirs and saw Vaan as a potential enemy, his actions had created an impact. He had planted a seed of fear into their mind.
Even though he was only a 2nd Circle Mage, he displayed his Magic Superiroty, the fact that he was the strongest 2nd Circle Mage here, and the fact that he would continue to remain the strongest in whatever tier he is in because of his Advance Magic Circles,
He etched that into their minds, making them think twice before they make any moves.
Being a lot older than him, the number of ways in which his dear brothers or sisters could interfere with his life were extremely limited.
Actually, the only way they had was to use these mages who were at the same level as him and could directly challenge him.
However, with his actions today, not many mages would dare to stand in front of him.
Just this alone would cut his siblings' available options by 80%.
And by the time they would think about the 20% options they have,
It would already be too late.
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