Chapter 140: Worse than an Inquisitor
Following the duel, I swiftly left the arena, desperate to escape the public’s attention. But even before I departed the waiting room, students filled the streets, alight with discussion and gossip surrounding our match. The instant I appeared on the street, several students noticed me and swarmed about, drawing the attention of others.
"What kind of wind spell did you use to thrash Prince Eric?"
"Would you demonstrate your Dispel Magic? I was so close to understanding, and I think seeing it once more would..."
"How long have you been studying magic?"
"What’s your relationship with the Sun Hero?"
"What did Prince Eric mean by ’dragged out of a cage?’ Has your slavery been more than symbolic?"
"Are you dating anyone?"
The questions became increasingly personal, each inquiry feeling like a probing needle, pricking at my skin until my ears burned with embarrassment. Fyren, noticing my discomfort, attempted to usher the eager students away, but his efforts fell on deaf ears. It was only when he unleashed the full extent of his aura that the streets fell quiet.
"Thanks," I muttered, still flushed with embarrassment.
Fyren nodded and offered his hand, helping me step over the jumbled bodies of the paralyzed students. Those who remained standing gave us plenty of space. Having witnessed our strength in the duel, none were willing to risk seriously offending us.
"How does he deal with it?" I asked, imagining Soltair proudly waving to the masses.