The normally relaxed atmosphere near the edge of the frozen lake changed to a tense one, the fights that took part a moment ago were agreed by both parties, in other words besides looking at the winners with hate filled eyes, the A class couldn’t do anything else.
But what happened after Aisha’s fight was a completely different matter, a member of an outer force attacked a student of the wild claw academy without a reason, if things weren’t dealt correctly then a conflict might arise.
The alfear tutor frowned his brows, his students weren’t the cream of the crop, he had some lesser nobles with a quarter of blond hair, not only that, the one who is now rolling on the ground and whining is a peak two-star mage.
The tutor then focused his attention on the weapon on Daimon’s hand.
“An advanced magic gun model… this kid isn’t simple, if don’t manage the situation correctly, we might be in deep shit”, he thought before he crouched down near his student to inspect the wound.
“You want to apply reverse enginery to my bullet, dream on”, thought Daimon when he saw the alfear put on a frustrated expression, not because of the wound but because there was no projectile.
As of this date, Liz had developed a variety of bullets for Daimon, for situations where there will be witnesses and the target needed to survive, the first kind are air stunning bullets which explode at contact creating a shockwave to incapacitate the enemy.
Those are the bullets he’s been using at the academy; they can’t be recovered because the bullet turns into thin dust at contact, the jacket wasn’t expelled and instead was stored inside the gun.
The teacher could only accept his defeat and afront Daimon.
“I’m Clarens Thairen and I hold the title of marquis in the alfear kingdom, may I ask who am I talking to?”.
Daimon smirked, the alfear took the lineage pretty seriously and there weren’t that many of them, so they were all governed by a royal family and other noble houses as well.
“Answer me Clarens, what is the punishment for those who attack a direct descendant of the one in power, let’s say like a princess?”.
Clarens eyes narrowed as he slowly answered.
“Execution, but in this case, there was no harm done… are you implying that just for a little prank a young student must pay with his life?”.
Listening to the upright voice of the alfear tutor, Daimon smirked.
“Well, to be honest that lame attack wasn’t going to land so I guess one arm and one leg will be enough, as a courtesy you can do it yourself within the next ten seconds, or I will do it my way”.
Clarens nearly lost it.
“What kind of idiocy is that, you want to sever one leg and arm of someone just for one attack which wasn’t lethal!!!”.
Daimon extended his hands and started the countdown, Clarens gritted his teeth seeing that he was just being ignored.
“I would like to see how is a one-star mage going to cut the limbs of my student in my presence!”.
The mana pressure of a middle stage Archmage fell over Daimon just to disappear in the bat of an eye.
“Bleh!”, Clarens vomited blood and then kneeled on the ground.
“A peak Arch ranked… this kid has a peak Archmage as his bodyguard!”, he thought.
Previously Clarens scanned all the presents, according to his mana sense the only middle Arch ranks here were him and the tutor of the dwarves, so he tried to put on a show to intimidate the kid which was getting into his nerves, just to be forced to kneel down in front of his students.
“What the hell are you doing Egyon, are you just going to stay looking like an idiot?”, Clarens shouted at the dwarf tutor, two middle Archmages joining hands could resist the pressure of a peak one at least for some time.
Unfortunately for him the dwarf tutor didn’t move an inch, his face actually showed he was enjoying the disgrace of the alfear.
Clarens also noticed the students of the A class looked at him in a weird way as if they were looking at an idiot, but it wasn’t his fault, after all they just arrived today so none of them knew about the situation at the welcome party.
Daimon walked towards the alfear, the aura created thanks to the passive skill overlord’s pride was still suppressing the students, so only Clarens was taken care of un the shadows by Liz.
“Crack”.
“Aghhh!!!”.
Two different sounds sent chills down the spines of the presents, the first was a loud cracking noise, produced by Daimon’s foot breaking the leg of the alfear which he shot earlier and the second was a high-pitched scream.
Daimon waited until the alfear stopped screaming before speaking, there was something bothering him.
“I wonder why did you attack my sister, I could understand if you challenged us, but a treason attack is not something you suddenly do on a whim”.
“F-Fuck… aghh!!!”.
The alfear couldn’t finish his sentence when Daimon stomped his right shoulder breaking it in the process.
“Stop it God damn it, the plan was only to cause some troubles to that girl, falling in cold water would be enough, I was going to receive a spot in the following exploration by the Ascott family that is all I swear!”.
Daimon nodded, he crouched down next to the alfear and spoke in a voice only he could hear.
“That is actually a good deal, what a shame you aren’t going to be able to walk for the next couple of months… maybe one year”.
The alfear suddenly convulsed, foam came out of his mouth before his eyes rolled back as he fainted.
Daimon smiled happy with the results of a little experiment which would be showing results later, and then returned with his classmates.
Liz lifted her index finger and the pressure over Clarens disappeared, Daimon did the same releasing the alfear from his aura.
Clarens let out a sigh of relief, his previously bravery was nowhere to be seen as he approached his student.
“He really did it… one leg and one arm, what a crazy fellow”, he thought as he inspected the wounds of the guy, the bones were totally crushed to prevent an easy recovery.
Water healing magic was perfectly capable of regenerating the bones and damaged muscles, but the fragments of the previous bones needed to be extracted to prevent negative side effects.
Also, there was a limit as to how much healing magic could withstand the body in a certain amount of time, to cure big wounds healing magic used vitality, so even if the healer was willing to use his own vitality to compensate, the treatment needed to be split in several sessions.
Clarens felt he had no face to be here anymore, he gave instructions his students to bring the wounded guy and leave the lake, not without stealing some gazes at Daimon which now was completely ignoring them.
“This time I can’t do anything since I’m not strong enough, but there also experts in our alfear kingdom… let’s see how you handle them, prince of the Revy and Agent families”, he mumbled.
“I wonder Marquis Clarens, does every alfear have nature affinity?”.
Clarens shook his head but he still answered considering there was a peak Archmage looking at them.
“No, I only those related with the royal family… like the one you hurt, take me as an example, my affinity is fire”.
Daimon nodded and then waved his hand.
“Today’s matters will end here, if you want to fight, I don’t mind it though, but the next time I won’t be this merciful”.
Daimon turned to see the dwarves which remained neutral during the whole time.
“That goes for you all too, whatever the Ascott family offers… you need to be alive to enjoy it, so I suggest you to think it twice”.
Clarens and his students left, and the A class followed not too long after, leaving only behind the elite class and the dwarves.
Aliya sat down on the ground and called her students.
“Well, now that we finished that part of the day let’s start with our lesson, a moment ago you all witnessed the result of a spell being forced past its limits, so I would like to make a side note on that”.
“Unless your life is threatened don’t do something so stupid, an overcharged spell can easily get out of control damaging your core, and I guess I don’t need to explain how much of a hassle is that”.
After finishing that little explanation, she took a sip of her medicine to emphasize the seriousness of the matter.