Ascension of the Dark Seraph-Chapter 262: Getting Her Attention

Inside the main hall, hundreds of participants gathered.

Considering the number of people, the sheer fact that the hall still looked that it could still contain more showed how massive the hall was. People from all kinds of factions gathered, and they had already taken the initiative to group up.

Mostly, those who came from the same faction grouped together.

Mirel was walking beside Lucivar.

Initially, he thought they were going to find an empty spot to occupy, but that wasn't the case.

Lucivar seemed relaxed and nonchalant, walking leisurely past some people, yet he was guiding where the two were going. He did it subtly, with a simple bump of their shoulders or even making small talk while pointing somewhere.

Clearly, he was looking for someone.

"Are you not going to ask about Caldaros?" Mirel suddenly asked.

"Caldaros?" Lucivar shrugged. "You knew me and him have a problem, don't pretend like you don't."

Mirel sighed dejectedly.

He wanted to dig some information from Lucivar, like what their problem was, but it seemed that was going to be hard to do. Lucivar gave no leeway for him to talk about that—limiting the conversation to nothing major.

Peering through the sea of people, Lucivar found the faces he wanted to find.

Renis, the Shadow Clan's champion, was as expected he would be, at the right-most corner of the hall.

He was alone and seemed to be antisocial.

After crossing the entire hall, he finally managed to find a petite woman with very long pale red hair, the second person he wanted to find, Orivelle. Lucivar could tell exactly who she was since beside her was the pretty boy he had met in the Trading Union main branch, Arthur.

'Clearly, those are the people from the Vanguard Institute.' Lucivar nodded.

Finally, he spotted his target.

Focusing on Orivelle, he smirked.

It was time for him to make his first move.

'I should've tracked Caldaros,' He thought, scanning the people around her in case Caldaros was nearby. 'He managed to attack Nerissa back then because I attacked Ciri. He came rushing because of that, not because he was tracking me. I should be fine, but just in case…'

Lucivar was about to avert his gaze, but Orivelle turned towards him.

She did it suddenly, seemingly sensing a malicious intent coming from behind.

Fortunately, Lucivar reacted fast enough and hid behind a group of people.

Orivelle's eyes lingered and narrowed at where she sensed the malice from, troubled by the sensation.

"What's wrong, senior sister?" Arthur asked, also turning to look in the same direction.

"I felt someone looking at me," She answered with a frown.

"Hahah~ You're too paranoid, senior sister," Arthur cackled. "I bet it's probably that muscle mommy."

"Say that in her face, pervert," Orivella shot him a look. "She'll beat you up again."

"Come on, I was only playing around," Arthur smiled nervously, a trickle of cold sweat drizzling down the side of his face at the thought of the last time he crossed that muscle-head woman. "Besides, even if she came after me, I have you! You'll protect me!"

Upon hearing this, Orivelle smirked and turned elsewhere.

In that moment, Arthur's heart skipped a beat, "Right? You're going to protect me, right…?"

On the other hand, Lucivar breathed in relief again when he saw Orivelle didn't catch him looking.

That could've been bad, he couldn't afford for her to suspect anything, or else it would ruin his plan.

"It's my first time seeing you hiding from a woman," Mirel suddenly said, spooking Lucivar, who was busy hiding from Orivelle's gaze. Straightening his back again, he turned to look at Orivelle, "For quite the longest time, I always questioned how you resisted Leandra when she's basically throwing herself at you, now I know why…"

"Why didn't you tell me you like slender and thin girsl li-"

Before he could finish, Lucivar had already cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up," He growled. "How in the fuck did your head get there?"

Seeing Mirel was about to answer, Lucivar quickly raised his hand to stop him.

He could tell that Mirel was about to say rubbish.

Mirel laughed, but Lucivar ignored the laughter and closed his eyes to channel his attribute.

Now that he was a Chrysalis-rank, his ether has evolved further, turning into dark and light ether.

Dark attribute has the power of curses, while light attribute has the power of healing.

Separating them, solely focusing on his light ether, he guided it to flow throughout his blood streams.

He tracked down any sign of spell or ability, a mark that he might've missed.

But there was none, he was in the clear.

Peeking at Orivelle again, now, he saw her looking at someone across from her.

One could see the tension and burning passion behind her gaze.

Lucivar moved to the side a bit and realized that it was a dark-skinned, muscular woman—Garran, the champion of the Jola Family. Seeing her, Lucivar wasted no time and prepared to move, "Go meet up with Caldaros or something, I have something to do."

As he said that, he walked over to Garran, trying to act natural along the way.

"So it began, he's making his move…" Mirel mumbled worriedly.

Meanwhile, Garran was smiling mockingly, meeting Orivelle's gaze straight on without fear.

In fact, she has been waiting for this moment, for Orivelle to challenge her again.

Back then, she won the battle one-sidedly and was even able to humiliate Orivelle in her own institute.

Surely, Orivelle was going to come back to challenge her again, and this tournament would be the time.

Just as she was taunting Orivelle, someone bumped into her hard.

She was pushed forward, bumping into several other participants—the push seemed deliberate, Garran was able to tell. But that clarity vanished instantly—as fast as paper burned to flames, when the person who bumped her didn't stop there.

"Watch it, dude! Don't stand on the way like a moron."

Gritting her teeth, Garran turned around.

She glared at the person who was giving her a sharp glance, a person who could be barely called a man with half her muscle mass, "Stand on the way? You bumped into me, how is this my fault?! If anything, you owe me an apology!"

"Oh—you're a girl?" Lucivar blinked with exaggerated surprise, a fake surprise.

"Wow, could've fooled me. Sorry then. Guess I mistook you for a guy… You know, with all that muscle and the whole mountain-sized aura you've got going on. No offense, of course—just saying, maybe if you should be more lady-like, eat less, train less… doing something a bit more feminine."

All of Lucivar's suggestions were akin to a knife to her ego.

She was like this because of her bloodline.

Of course, she liked strength training and all, but that was beside the point.

Garran's face fell—she took offense at every word that came out of Lucivar's mouth.

Even the fact that some of the participants around her were chuckling made her angrier.

"Are you mocking me…?" Garran asked, her voice dangerously low.

Some of the people stepped back, sensing that there might be a fight breaking out.

"Only a suggestion. A woman shouldn't be burly like you, it's unsightly," Lucivar continued, ignoring the fact that Garran was already reaching her limit. "Pretty, slender, anything but how you looked right now."

Then, he pointed at someone from the crowd.

Many of the participants nearby looked at who he was pointing at—It was a random woman.

"Like her, for example, isn't she pleasant to look at?" He shamelessly declared.

Becoming the center of attention, the woman was flustered, pointing at herself as if she couldn't believe she was dragged into this, used as an example. She wanted to say something, to be angry at Lucivar for dragging her into this without permission.

But the words that Lucivar said, she couldn't lie—It felt good.

All she could amount to do was remain silent.

"In that case, let's see who's more pleasant to look at," Garran stepped forward, her eyes were a finger above Lucivar's. She towered over him, aura flaring like vapor from boiling water, "Me or you after I'm done smashing your face in…"

Upon hearing this, Lucivar smirked, "Resorting to violence already? Such a nice lady you are."

Observing this from the side, Orivelle's eyes flashed.

Seeing how Garran was humiliated in public was a treat she did not know she would have today, but she wasn't complaining. It was about time for her to know what it felt like to be humiliated. Sooner or later, someone would teach her a lesson.

And it seemed this unknown man was that person.

"Senior sister, that's him!" Arthur suddenly said. "It's the guy I saw, Lucivar!"

"Oh… As you said, he's quite arrogant. But then again, it doesn't seem reckless," Orivella nodded.

Even though Lucivar was arrogant, it didn't feel spoiled, the kind of arrogance that came from having a powerful family. For some reason, the way Orivelle sees it—his arrogance came from the fact that he could back it up.

Just as a fight was about to break out, a redheaded woman stepped in.

"Why don't we end this here?" She said, stepping between them with effortless poise, diffusing the air from the crackling tension. "If you guys have a problem with each other, settle it in the tournament. We are supposed to be the future of the young generation, start acting like it."

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Hearing this, Garran snorted, her nose flaring from anger.

She cast one last look at Lucivar, branding his face into her mind, before turning around to leave.

Once she left, the onlookers averted their gazes again.

Nothing interesting to look at if Garran wasn't going to fight with this unknown man.

On the other hand, Lucivar looked at the woman and realized it was someone he knew.

Or at least, someone he saw.

"Abigail?" He pointed and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm surprised you remember me," Abigail smiled cheerfully. "Did the twins mention me again?"

"No, not really," Lucivar shrugged and crossed his arms. "I'm good with names."

Then, he looked up and down, inspecting Abigail in surprise.

Lucivar remembered that her family was close with the governor, but she wasn't supposed to be here.

"Do you work here or something?" He asked.

"Have you ever stopped and thought what your words would do to others?" Abigail chuckled in disbelief.

Lucivar was too direct.

She knew that she was extremely weak back then when they came across each other in the arcade, and it was weird to see her here. Even so, hearing him say that quite stings. "Back then, I was suppressing my powers with an artifact to train. I'm actually way stronger than the twins,"

Hearing this, Lucivar wasn't surprised.

She was close with the governor, and also a Vampire Hybrid, there's no way she could be that weak.

Just as Lucivar was about to say something, the gate into the hall was pushed open wide.

Several organizer crews stepped forward, welcoming a man—a grand entrance.

Surely, nobody would mistake this person.

"Seth…" Lucivar mumbled.