Chapter 57: Suffering From Success (II)
Now that he was considering running away, he wondered if he should assault some other noble youths and seize whatever he could before escaping, if he couldn't get hold of that girl. Most of them certainly had a guardian or two protecting them. And those that didn't hardly ever had much on their person to make the hunt worthwhile.
Still, he couldn't get his head around the fact that he had failed to hunt down an unclassed ascendant as naïve as her.
"She couldn't have possibly reached Tier 8 at such a tender age, could she?" he thought. The girl still seemed to have a year or so before her class ascension. Could she have reached the legendary Tier 9 before that? Such achievements were unprecedented, even among the Bloodline clans.
Then he shook his head, realising the slim chance of that. Some of her abilities could be attributed to the artefacts she bore. Although her clothes didn't seem extravagant at first glance, they were all highly enchanted items. Not to mention, she lacked no equipment either, such as the magic staff she brought out or the cape that seemed to accelerate her movement skill.
As he thought about it, Killian could not help but feel a pang of regret at failing to claim all those riches.
Abruptly, a piercing cry echoed in his ears, accompanied by slight tremors in the ground, pulling him out of his reverie. Killian frowned, his eyes narrowing as he turned his head.
"Who is deranged enough to anger one of the Silver Kings of the Mirewood?" Even Killian himself didn't have such balls.
At least, he didn't have to wait long for an answer, as a boy barely reaching his chest blurred towards him, with a humongous serpent trailing behind. Shards of stone flew about in their wake as the boy foolishly cast his minuscule spells at the monstrosity.