Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 318 Israthel & Roswil Versus Lyrian

'A little more and we should be far enough.' Lyrian mused, looking around as he walked through the dense forest, making sure there were no signs of human life nearby.

He had already made his way there with Roswil and Israthel.

"Haha! This'll be fun to see!" Alten suddenly exclaimed, having followed Lyrian.

"We can't interfere... but who's to say we can't observe?" Leon added.

At that moment, Israthel leaned into Roswil's shoulder, "We should be able to take him, right?"

He whispered with a hint of fear in his tone.

Roswil, who was walking confidently, turned to face him at once with a confused expression.

"What? Of course, we can take him! Why are you acting scared? What's the matter with you!"

He yelled, prompting Israthel to duck his shoulders slightly, "Hey! Be quiet!" He whispered, looking toward Lyrian who was walking in front of them.

Roswil also gazed forward, "Don't tell me... you're afraid of him?"

Israthel immediately responded, not wasting any time, "O-of course not! Don't even hint at such things!"

Israthel paused, glaring at Lyrian's back with crunched brows, "The only thing I feel toward him is hatred," After this, he grumbled under his breath, "I'll kill him... I swear it."

Roswil turned his head slightly to look behind his shoulder, "I don't know about them though... if they intervene, we might have some trouble on our hands."

"They won't," Israthel stated blankly as he continued to walk.

Roswil looked at him with slightly confused eyes, "You can't be so sure."

"Well, atleast, that Leon kid won't. He values chivalry or whatever."

Roswil turned again to look at the two walking behind him and Israthel.

"The swordsman?"

"Yeah."

"Good... that's all that matters then. I heard he was pretty strong. If he doesn't intervene, then this will be as easy as taking candy from a baby." 

Roswil grinned, rejoicing about his current predicament.

'I wanted to kill Theageld before he realized it was me who sent those assassins after him. I was almost done when he threatened to spill my secret, but instead, he decided to walk himself to his own grave. What luck I have attained!'

He gazed at Lyrian, 'Even in a world where I can't take him on by myself, I have Israthel, the Newbie Hunter, on my side.'

At that moment Israthel said, "What about the archer?"

"Him? He's useless."

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yes... he's far too weak to pose a threat to me. I can take him down with a single palm."

They continued to walk for a few seconds after this. 

"Stop right there!"

Lyrian called out abruptly, causing the two second-year students to halt.

He turned around to face him, nodding to Leon and Alten as a signal for them to move out of the way.

Leon and Alten both jumped into some trees, as Lyrian unsheathed his obsidian blade.

"I'll make this quick." He said sternly, as Israthel stepped forward.

"Enhance," Israthel uttered, as his body was slowly enveloped in a thin green mist.

At that moment, he raised his fist in the air in front of him, and when he opened it, a metal rod suddenly appeared in his hand.

It seemed to come out of the ring that he had on his middle finger and rapidly increased to the size of a normal rod.

'Another rod user. He seemed like one.' Lyrian mused, clenching his jaw as his brows furrowed.

"Make this quick? Boy... you don't know what you've just gotten yourself into."

Roswil also stepped forward. His body was shaking for some reason.

As his body also glowed green, he took out his curved saber.

"Oh... how I have been waiting for this day. It's been more than three long months, and I can finally get revenge on you for what you did."

Alten and Leon were slightly confused by this. They couldn't see what Roswil was talking about.

In fact, even Israthel didn't have much of a clue.

Then again, Roswil was fully clothed in a robe with a hood over his head.

This meant that they couldn't make any early assumptions.

Luckily for them, Roswil was about to show them exactly what he was talking about.

At that moment, Roswil took off his hood, and Israthel's jaw dropped to the floor.

"So... that's why you've been wearing a hood over your head for this long?" He exclaimed in shock.

Roswil's hair was... of normal length for a boy his age.

However! This was still a shock to Israthel, who had only known Roswil to have long hair in a ponytail.

"Isn't it a shame to have your hair cut in your family? Are you saying that Lyrian did this to you?" Israthel couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"That doesn't matter now..." Roswil seemed to be teeming with anger.

"What matters is that I murder this son of a bitch."

At that moment, Lyrian suddenly broke out into a laugh.

"Pahaha! I forgot I did that to you. How amazing!" He continued to laugh, "By the way, this new style suits you, so don't be so mad."

This comment was enough to send Roswil over the tipping point.

"You bastard!! Prepare to die!"

Roswil rushed forward without hesitation, holding his blade to his side as it glided through the air.

"Last time you were only able to defeat me using that stupid pendant... but guess what?"

Roswil yelled as he ran toward Lyrian.

Lyrian was completely engrossed in what Roswil had to say right now.

"What if you don't have it?" Roswil exclaimed as Lyrian looked down at his neck.

"Huh?" Lyrian said, and at that very moment, his necklace was snatched right off of his neck.

"Keaaw!" A parrot exclaimed, flying into the air with Lyrian's pendant.

Leon immediately looked at Lyrian and nearly moved toward Risha, Roswil's parrot, but Lyrian nodded his head side to side.

He didn't want any help during this fight. Instead, he said, "Nova, last time you failed in taking down that thing. Redeem yourself this time. Go get that stupid parrot."

Instantly, Nova appeared from the trees, soaring toward the parrot at high speeds.

Nova was now much larger--about the size of a full-grown turkey.

'Just like last time, I failed to recognize the presence of that parrot. How interesting.' Lyrian mused, as he stared at Roswil, who had now come into attacking distance.

'Killing him will only bring me trouble. However, I can do something even worse than that. The Panda Kung-Fu Martial Art has one hidden power that unlocks only after achieving near full mastery of its Dragon form. It's called the Palm Of The Dragon, which destroys one's inner magic core.'