Chapter 87: Obelisks
Noctis hadn’t moved when the boy first spoke, he didn’t need to, the bastard Tristan wasn’t talking to him. His words, all sharp with theatrical venom, were aimed at Oliver.
He never really knew the point of Oliver existence in the first place, in his first life he never really acheived anything. Apart from losing control when ever he used his Art.
While until the conspiracy around Vermilion clan was revealed. The boy actually merged with a piece of a mad celestial flesh, granting him mind blowing powers.
’Troublesome’. Oliver was troublesome because he knew he would be killing him in the class next semester test. He would loss control and he would be the one to put him down.
He wouldn’t allow him to rampage and kill Camila just like in his past life, this time no more hesitating. Camila was too critical for his plan.
Noctis was taken out of his thoughts when Tristan tone dripped with mockery rang out, but it was the way his eyes never blinked, never wavered off Oliver, that made Noctis narrow his gaze.
He wasn’t just taunting. He was peeling back layers—waiting for someone else to bleed.
Zephyr stepped forward eventually.
Noctis felt the shift. That had been the goal all along. Not Oliver. Zephyr.
And then the boy pivoted—finally—his attention sliding over to Noctis like a snake brushing past bone.
"You liked the princess, right Noctis?"