Chapter 133
‘What the hell is this guy…?’
Meldon tightly gripped the hilt of his sword but hesitated to draw it, his instincts warning him. He sensed that if he made a move, his opponent would react reflexively. In his mind, negative images flashed, like a cat pouncing and catching a mouse in an instant. The aura emitted by the child before him was unmistakably that of a predator.
‘If I do nothing, the result will be the same, right…?’
Meldon quickly reminded himself that he was an intelligent human being. He had to use his brain. The first step was to calm his fear with logic. He kept reminding himself that the boy in front of him was barely half his height.
‘The reason I didn’t notice him approaching was because of the stress,’ he thought. He had been slamming the walls in frustration, which explained why he hadn’t heard any footsteps.
‘Besides, the kid… I don’t feel any aura from him.’ He concluded that the boy must be untrained in the art of aura manipulation. ‘And above all, he doesn’t even have a weapon. So why am I so scared? Yeah, he’s just a fierce-looking brat.’
Meldon let go of the sword hilt and casually shrugged his shoulders.
“Yeah, I grabbed your brother by the scruff of his neck, but that was…”
As he spoke, Meldon suddenly remembered that this brat was Hersel Ben Tenest’s brother. And if this was his younger brother, it could only be Mircel Ben Tenest.