Chapter 106 - 107
Calum stared between Tramon and the unbroken fruit with a stupefied expression on his face, as if he had never fallen into such a situation in his life. Even a simpleton could tell that Tramon was an unparalleled expert after the momentary skill he’d just shown. Looking at all of the angry and judgemental glares that were digging into him from all sides, Calum shut his mouth and lifted his brother off of the ground, turning in a flustered manner to growl a warning to the old sword master. "The person you just assaulted is the future count of Caerson! Don’t think that you’ll get away with this."
"I know I will. You two are just little rats that can’t stand on their own legs, same as your useless, pathetic parents."
It became quiet enough to hear a pin drop, even Mr. Ashel’s eyebrows jumping towards the sky.
"What are you standing there for? Get the hell out of here!"
With Edmun’s arm over his shoulder, a red-faced Calum dragged his brother away from the training grounds and disappeared around a nearby corner. His exit coincided with a light chorus of cheers that came from the gathered disciples, who looked as if their frustration had been vented by a decent degree.
"Tramon," said Mr. Ashel. "Why do you have to be like this?"
"That’s what I should be saying to you. I can’t believe you just let him hurt your disciple in such an underhanded way."
"Do you think you helped him by intervening? You heard what that boy said. If the one you subdued just now is really to be the count of Caerson, then that means his father is the duke of Calis! Do you really think he’ll let this go so easily?"
Hearing their instructor’s voice, the surrounding disciples—especially Treves—grew visibly nervous.