Chapter 331 Holder Of Orion's Grandeur Wand
Orion's words felt as though they stabbed into his heart as they said this.
'This boy... I don't know what it is about him. He seems trustworthy but also has a part of them that is completely incomprehensible. Just what type of man will he grow up to be?'
Orion mused to himself, bewildered. Orion couldn't help but wonder about Lyrian's future self, as that would be the person who took care of his wand.
On the other hand, Lyrian was more concerned with; 'Demon nature? What does he mean by that?'
He paused, wondering why Orion would say something like that. Then, he thought; 'Maybe because Cerberus is within my being somewhere? Wherever my skills are stored within my body.'
He chalked it up to be this, as he had no other explanation. Lyrian almost felt Orion's confusion at that moment. The magus clearly wasn't very confident with his decision.
So, he decided to try and make up for that. "I swear to not let you down, Orion. I will keep my oath and keep the peace between the two continents."
Lyrian spoke with chivalry and confidence behind his voice, making him seem more trustworthy. With this, Orion didn't hesitate much longer before accepting his decision fully.
"I trust you to do so. You are now my successor, Lyrian Theageld." As soon as Orion's voice finished speaking, Lyrian felt an unfamiliar feeling make its way through his body. He felt as though something was making its place within his soul.
"But, I am not a fool whose words are all his merit carries. If you prove to be dishonest when the time calls, and when war breaks, then you will once again face my judgment."
Without a second wasted, Lyrian solemnly replied, "I shall be ready for that day."
"...Good luck, young one. You are mysterious but promising." As the echo of these words calmed down and faded away, so did the presence of the great magus they came from. And just like that, the scenery around Lyrian dissipated into the void.
From the void, he instantly regained consciousness and was transported back to his body on Zaryn. He felt a chill climb up his spine, raising his hair. Gripping the wand, he tugged it for the final time, releasing it of its clutch and lifting it in the air.
He turned around, as the group of students behind him gasped in awe. Those watching this exciting moment were also astonished to see what looked to be an ancient weapon that they were all familiar with.
Figures, whether they be important, or not important whatsoever, were shocked at this discovery. The examiners were also excited, as a wide smile stretched across Julius' face.
"Hah! It seems like whatever Orion had put up as punishment, Lyrian got through it!" Rerth also exclaimed with a wide grin, "A promising kid, that one! He's my student, by the way!"
"Orion's Grandeur Wand! He actually retrieved it! Surely, it's not a duplicate right?" Granweid couldn't help but exclaim in slight disbelief.
"No... if the real thing is going to be located anywhere in the Mortal Plains, it's going to be there. He actually did it. This kid from the outskirts of Yaltas is proving to be a formidable entity." Jalls claimed with excitement teeming under his voice.
Back in the graveyard, the students burst into cheers as they saw the wand. They were equally as surprised as the examiners, and also in slight disbelief.
Alten, Geld, and Jackson rushed up to Lyrian without hesitation, taking a better look at the weapon. "I can't believe it!" Jackson exclaimed. "Did you actually find such a thing!?" Alten yelled.
"This... it's worth a fortune!" Geld eagerly spoke, his eyes almost turning into gold as he stared at the wand.
As soon as he heard this, Lyrian whipped the wand away from the air and stored it inside his storage ring. "I won't sell, or give away such a thing. It wasn't easy to get it." Lyrian said sternly.
"What? Not sell it?" Geld seemed disappointed. "A wasted opportunity... if it were me!" He cried.
"Was it that hard to retrieve?" Alten asked, slightly confused. From his standpoint, all Lyrian had done was stand there.
"Something must have happened, right, Lyrian?" Leon questioned from afar, as everyone in front of Lyrian turned to face him. Lyrian gave him a nod, as Kaspov blurted quickly turned to Jalern, and leaned into his shoulder.
"Isn't this good enough, lord? A treasure so valuable that it could catch the eye of some very big fish." He whispered so quietly that it threw Lyrian off, who was listening from the start.
'Some sort of noise cancellation magic?' Lyrian mused, staring at Jalern and his group. "Not yet." Jalern replied in the same silent way, looking around, "We need to find an opportunity where we are safe to ambush them. I'm afraid, if we fight them right now, we will get decimated."
Kaspov leaned back--disappointment etched across his face. "I can probably take on Lyrian, and you two might be able to finish off Leon, but the others will be a problem," Jalern exclaimed, as Kaspov and Fraser nodded.
"What are you guys talking about so quietly over there," Lyrian stated toward Jalern and his group, who were 10 feet behind even Leon, who hadn't walked up the stairs either.
They all turned their heads to face the group as Jalern stepped forward with a serious expression. "What I tell my companions is my own business. Are you trying to challenge me or something? Do you want a fight on your hands?"
Jalern exclaimed with confidence oozing from his tone. 'No matter who he is, or how strong he is, he won't want to fight me. Even if he thinks he can beat me, no one in their right mind would want to waste time in this exam with a fight. It would only make them weaker.' Jalern mused with a smirk, 'This is perfect. He won't try to fight me, and it will only make me look stronger.'
However, at that moment--to the dismay of Leon and Alten, who knew Lyrian the most--Lyrian exclaimed, "Huh?" He tilted his head to the side with a pissed-off expression.
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