270: What Do You Mean?

What Do You Mean?

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The onlookers were falling backward on their butt as they trembled in two emotions that shouldn't work at the same time. It was an emotion that they felt on a being that surpassed their own, awe and fear. They gulped as they looked up the sky and saw the clouds being pierced to oblivion before the sun finally being unraveled.

Their shock didn't only come from them but also the leader wolfman that they regarded as the strongest demi-human on the island. He felt a jolt of rejuvenation as mana coagulated on his open wounds. The cold refreshing feeling was soothing as the pain gradually subsided in a heartbeat.

The finest pill-makers was shaking their head in disbelief, they just witnessed one of the rare elements in the world.

Lyon transformed back to his human form with a flash of illuminating light. He crossed his arms as he looked at Tuey started to regain her consciousness. The other four started to get up with a tinge of headache before they were panting their breaths away.

"Take a rest, sit down or something, there is no need to rush and move your body," said Lyon without even turning back and faced them.

They gritted their teeth before the leader wolfman raised his hand, "Do as he says, you know better, you lot cannot beat him, I know I can't."

The leader wolfman was panting as he sat on the ground. He didn't even have the strength to stand up as he smiled against the young man whose race was entirely different, whose might was leagues above. (One single hit, broke most of my bones, it was not a casual punch, it had a shattering property) thought the leader wolfman.

Lyon squatted down as he came face to face with Tuey whose eyes were fluttering a little. Her eyelashes slowly risen before her pupils caught the image of a face that was breathing towards her nose. His deep black eyes that stored the galaxy itself were looking at her innocent apricot eyes. The unbelievable level that could be said as divine charisma was presented only five centimeters apart from her. Her face instantly turned a red hue until smoke coming out of her head. Her tail wiggled wildly as her ears stood straight.

Her lips fluttered as her fingers trembled. She was considered young in her race but she was about to end that kind of age and reached maturity. Just like any other young girl, she too like boys and Lyon was probably the biggest adversary of her goal of becoming a truly capable saint.

Lyon furrowed his eyebrows before the girl meekly replied, "W-what? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," said Lyon before he stood up and put his arms on the back of his head.

He turned around before he lazily walked up the stairs and entered the guild hall to the people's disbelief. Tuey had her mouth agape before her teenage mind rumbled.

(Eh? Eh?! Wh-what? What does he mean by 'nothing'? Wait a minute, am I ugly, is that it? Is that it?! That's it right?!) thought Tuey as she agitatedly made a circle on the ground with her index finger.

The leader wolfman smiled before he said, "Alright, let's make a proper burial for Dhaos."

Tuey was surprised by the leader's word before she turned around and asked, "Eh? What do you mean?"

The leader wolfman was about to answer before someone else did, "Take a good look Tuey, Dhaos is dead,"

The leader wolfman chuckled, "So you have awoken?"

The elf snorted, "You think an attack like that would kick out my consciousness that easy?"

(It did though) thought the leader.

"Aaaah!!"

Tuey screamed at the top of her lung as she held her head. Her eyes dilated with horror as she crouched down. Her hands trembled as she muttered, "W-w-what... what.. no... no... no...! NO! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"

The other guild members immediately gathered around her before the leader told the onlookers to dismissed.

Dusk came as the sun was about to end its shift.

Tuey was hugging her shin as she sat on the bed. The old physician beside her shook his head, "She felt a sudden shock of memory burst and the content in that memory left her in this state."

"So basically a trauma?" asked the elf before the old physician nodded.

He put his hands on his back before he said, "We need to keep an eye on Tuey, if she were to go berserk, then we kill her."

The old physician gulped before he nodded.

Meanwhile, the superstar of the show was sitting with the leader of the guild. He was resting on top of his own arms and faced down.

"Ah, I miss my Luna already..."

The leader wolfman, made a fake cough, "Back to where we started, so, in conclusion, Tuey was unknowingly controlled by the necklace that you broke?"

"Ye."

(Are you that tired to not even put an 's' in your 'yes'?) thought the leader of the guild as he twitched his eyebrows.

"Then the one who kills Dhaos is not you?"

"Ye."

"How did you know that the necklace controlled her?"

"I don't know, just a hunch, but the moment I forcibly pulled the necklace out of her, I knew my hunch was right, it always did. After all, the traces of mana and anti-mana was present. With the anti-mana controlling the host, the host capable of activating the mana-based spell. That way, they won't cancel each other. Good idea, bad opponent, that is all."

The leader of the guild crossed his arm as he furrowed his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"It means that you are stupid," slammed Lyon's hand on the desk before he left the room leaving the dumbfounded leader of the guild. He closed the door with a push from his leg.

Lyon looked forward before he saw the elf he sent away to the beach with a flick of his finger.

"No wonder the corridor suddenly smells bad, you human never took—"

His face was suddenly grabbed by one hand before Lyon slammed it toward the wall beside the door. The elf passed out hanging through the wall while the leader shook his head to see his room got another hole to fix. Lyon left them as the brick crumbled down.

"Now, where is the twin and that old man, oh, I mean father-in-law, heh," said Lyon as he picked up his pace and rushed outside.

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