Chapter 131 – Bullies (2)
Standing out in the corridor, I could already hear multiple steps hurrying towards me. It didn't take long for the owners of four guys to appear, looking towards me with fury in their eyes. Glancing at their robes, I knew at once they were all in their last year, which raised a question within me. Why were they bullying Dimitris? For Quincy? I highly doubt it because that would be more than a pitiful excuse to curse a third-year student over a fourth-year one.
Something else we were unaware of had to be going on behind the scenes. I will also have to question Dimitris about his background because, so far, I assumed he was just an ordinary student. But then again, he is living within the castle, so he has to have a strong background. Oh well, that is for then; this is for now.
"You! Who are you?" the first of the four barked at me, making me tilt my head. I watched his bulky, well-built figure, short black hair, and the pulsating vein on the side of his head, pumping blood toward his cold, black eyes. Why so angry? Oh well, let me pop that vessel and give you an aneurysm, then.
"Your father."
"What?!" They stopped, feeling as if they had misheard me. Looking at them closely, they were similar. Not like siblings, but more like a uniform unit. Same boots, same cloaks, same haircut... hm. Maybe a group that requires some uniformity? It could be.
"Deaf? I said I am your father. What? Didn't get the memo? I returned from the corner store, but they were out of milk, so instead, I bought you something different as a gift."
"What...?" They asked again, stumped, and I couldn't help but shrug, listening to their boneheadedness. Was I not speaking their language? Was my charm broken? Whatever...
"It's a beatdown. It was on sale in a family package for four dunces."
Flicking my right hand, my wand appeared between my fingers in a flash, raised forward, glowing in a soft, red light. A stunning spell burst out from it as it hit the first of them in the chest, flinging him backward like a sockpuppet. When I aimed at the second guy, he was fumbling to get his wand ready, way too confident in himself to come prepared. It was a big mistake. I kept smiling, watching his body stiffen, being hit by my second spell, falling face first onto the stone floor accompanied by a crack as he broke his nose.
"At least the rest of you are not a complete disappointment to your daddy!" I added with a laugh, deflecting their spells, throwing one against the wall with a red flash and sparks while the second attacking spell ricocheted off my shield charm, hitting the ceiling.
This time, I didn't attack immediately, waiting for their spells and watching their arms' movements. They weren't speaking as they were using wordless casting, but it didn't matter; most adult wizards were doing that anyway. Even when I couldn't recognize the spell they were about to use, I could tell if it was to aim at me, my immediate vicinity, or at my wand just by the partial movements of their wrists. From there, I only had to respond appropriately. Let the attacks against my body be deflected by my shield charm while I aimed a counter-attack at the ones going for my wand. Those that aimed at the floor or the wall? I didn't care about it because, by the first ricochets, I had already determined that the castle was protected by some kind of ancient magic, so it shouldn't have any effect.