Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 312 Masvidal

Most were still flabbergasted from before. Alten had proven to be a formidable opponent, but the next kid fighting Lyrian was the real deal.

Those who hadn't paid too much attention before started to now. The entirety of Leon's class looked intently.

Not only was everyone interested in looking at Lyrian battle, but Leon's class also knew that he was strong.

As soon as Lyrian and Leon faced each other on either side of the platform, Leon noticed a face looking at him and became slightly surprised.

The red-haired kid who looked at him wore a hefty crimson robe made of thick animal fur and the most luxurious of cloth.

His head hair flowed down to his ears to create a middle part.

It was a simple hairstyle, for someone whose face looked so disdainful.

He crossed his arms as he stared at Leon. There were a few lackeys near him, whose faces bore the same expression.

"What are you looking at? Peasant?" The red-haired kid arrogantly called Leon out in front of everyone.

Many turned to look at him, slightly confused.

As they saw who he was, people began to think to themselves,

'That's Jalern Masdival, from the Masdival family.'

'He's a high-status noble... why does he want to pick on Leon?'

Drake even mused, 'One of the more prominent families in the three kingdoms. The Masdival's are comparable to the Silandra's.'

"You surprised why I'm looking at you fight?" Jalern exclaimed, his arms crossed and his stance quite wide.

He had broad shoulders for his age and a large, muscly body—for a 10-year-old.

Leon didn't say anything, but what Jalern said was indeed what he wanted to know.

"It's so I can see you get beat up." Jalern slightly chuckled as the two other students beside him also grinned.

"Yeah, wouldn't that be a spectacle?" One taunted.

The other one quipped, "It's something I would definitely like to see... that's for sure." His tone was quite malicious.

Lyrian turned his head and looked at Leon, whose face was nonchalant, barely paying attention to Masdival's words.

"Has he been like this the entire time?" Lyrian stated blankly.

Leon matched Lyrian's gaze as he said, "Yeah... it's quite annoying, but it's not like that loser's words would actually affect me."

These words sent a very surprised and sudden reaction through the crowd.

Many were taken aback. The very low-status kids even had their jaws agape in shock.

They didn't know the exact identity of Leon, but to call a member of the Masdival family a 'loser' in public like this was like wishing death on his own family.

That was the case for insulting or humiliating any big noble or royal.

However, the Masvidal family was known for its especially cruel habits.

Being a family as high ranking as the Masvidals, you had the power to choose what happened to your criminals.

Some chose mercy, and others chose to make their mark on the world in a darker way.

Even Jalern was surprised. He hadn't heard anything like this from Leon during the entire school year.

Well, he hadn't really heard much from the non-noble peasant at all.

However, he knew that Leon had rumors of being a mana-less runt, and also one that was born to a family that came from a poor background.

He picked on him for amusement every day, but not directly. It was more so along with his friends from a distance.

He hadn't cared enough to actually engage with the peasant, but now, he was enraged enough to do so.

His eyes widened, as he clenched his teeth immediately on hearing Leon call him a loser.

As rips of red began appearing across his eyes, he exclaimed at once, "You dare insult me!?"

Jalern's eyes momentarily darted toward Drake and Linus. He wanted to see their reaction.

They were the only royals here, and their response to this insult was most important here.

Thankfully for him, neither Drake nor Linus seemed to care much. This meant that Jalern hadn't been humiliated.

Even so, he knew he needed to defend his honor, as he represented his family.

More than that, he just didn't want to be called a loser and let it slide. He never worked like that.

At that moment, as everyone waited for Leon to reply, Lyrian suddenly burst into laughter.

He held his stomach to control himself, "Hahaha! Good, good. I knew you weren't the type of person to let words affect you. Let alone words from someone clearly weaker than you."

Lyrian turned to look at Jalern at that moment. The expression on the boy's face became even more fumed at that moment, as smoke nearly exited his ears.

"Lyrian Theageld!" Masvidal suddenly roared, "I don't care if you're an MVP, I wil—"

Before Jalern could finish, he was abruptly cut off by someone unexpected.

"That's enough yapping! I want to see this fight... get on with it already." Drake shouted, ending Jalern's statement immediately.

Jalern was spiteful but knew he had to withhold himself at that moment. Going against a royal's words was punishable by death.

'That was close...' Drake mused, looking at Lyrian, whose face had now turned into a more serious stare.

'That idiot was about to say something that he shouldn't have said. If I hadn't intervened, Lyrian would have been forced to fight Masvidal. Even if he is a high-status noble, this current Lyrian is different. His speed... demeanor. He's changed from the last time I saw him.'

Drake looked over to Linus, "I'm sure you've noticed it too, right?" Drake was sure that Linus knew exactly what he was talking about.

Linus looked over at Drake after a few paused seconds, "Yes..." He said before turning around and walking away.

"Not staying to watch the rest?" Drake retorted on seeing this.

"I've seen what I've needed to... no point in wasting any more time here," Linus spoke behind his back as he exited the training grounds.

Drake turned toward the fight, relieved that it was still on.

"Anyways... let's get started with this battle. Lyrian, Leon... begin your fight!" Alten announced at that moment