The talk Kyran had with Cyneah left him feeling a little upset. He already knew she would readily agree to anything he asked her. But hearing her tell him not to hesitate and take advantage of her did not sit well with him.


    Cyneah was not a tool, and Kyran had no ns of taking advantage of her.


    Yet, all he ever did was take advantage of her ability.


    First was his magic core. Then whenever he needed to replenish his magic energy, she would dly use her ability to help him even when she was exhausted.


    Now, there was Hugh.


    With a heavy sigh, Kyran looked at Cyneah, who had gone back to sleep after agreeing to heal Hugh. She did not even ask who thetter was and immediately agreed to meet and heal him.


    Kyran wanted to repay her, but she never asked for anything other than to ''see'' him.


    Recalling Cyneah''s request, Kyran finally made a decision. She intends to see him using magic sense, but he will find a way to return her eyes.


    Zephyr said they were taken from her, and Kyran would get them back. It would not be easy, and Kyran was aware of it, but he would do it anyway.


    But first, he needed to ask White Lily the truth of that day when a Spirit attacked the ''princess'' because he needed to confirm something.


    In any case, restoring Cyneah''s sight would be one of the top things Kyran would do after saving his n.


    Kyran stood up and warped back to his room at the Courtenaynd.


    That evening, Kyran spent time sorting through all the information he had. He meticulously read through all the information on every faction (small, medium andrge) he got from the Conve, Byron and anything new his magic items came in contact with.


    Based on everything Kyran gathered, apart from the factions he set his eyes on, most small and medium factions adopted a ''wait and see'' attitude toward the recent changes made by the Royal Family. None of them were aware of the new power structure in the whole empire; thus, most believed it would only be a matter of time before one of therge factions— in particr the Temr Code and the Royal Army, would break the status quo and lead a rebellion.


    While Kyran finalized the list of stops he would go to after assuming Nar''s identity, he sensed hismunication lit up. A sign someone sent him a coded message.


    Kyran checked the message and discovered it was from Byron. As he scanned through its content, a smile appeared on his face.


    The next day was a busy one. Four events were happening— two of which would happen simultaneously— and several matches lined up for the day.


    The rules for the Alchemypetition remained the same, and it ended with the Royal Family and Conve winning against the Montgomeray Family and the Lumley Family, respectively.


    As for the Array Creation, it adopted the rules from yesterday, albeit the level of arrays was fixed.


    The Conve won their match against the Montgomeray Family. As for the match between the Royal Army and the Courtenay Family, surprisingly, thetter managed to draw with the former.


    Finally, the Solo and Teampetitions drew a lot of attention in the afternoon.


    All four Function Halls were filled to the brim with spectators.


    In particr, Function Hall 2, where the Conve and the Courtenay Family Solo Competition wouldmence, was overly crowded. Almost every Courtenay family member went there to watch.


    To ensure everyone could watch the match properly, the headmittee opened the Dome Grand Hall and prepared a live feed showing the matches happening in all function halls.


    Ten minutes before the start of the Solo Competition, Kyran, Styx, and the rest of the mercenaries entered the hall and sat on the bench reserved on their side.


    Without looking at Kyran sitting to his right, Styx asked, "What do you think? Will they adopt the Solo Challenge?"


    "Nope," Kyran replied at once. "I think we will all have a proper match."


    "Hm," Styx nodded. "The Courtenay Family has been conservative in all their matches, so I see where you areing from. But I still think they will ask for a change in the rules."


    "Rather than a change in the rules, they will probably have their members choose who they want to fight."


    Seated to Kyran''s right, Rake looked at him, "What makes you say that?"


    "Yesterday, someone already asked me for a match in today''spetition."


    Deo, who had been listening in on them and was seated to Rake''s right, whistled while shaking his head. "It''s really hard to be popr. I just hope not all of them will request to fight you."


    ck lines appeared on Kyran''s head, "I''ll decline if that happens. I justpeted in the Array Creation and didn''t have the strength to fight two matches. To be honest, I don''t think I''llst for more than five minutes in one match."


    Sitting at the far right side of the bench, Tilda leaned forward and peered at Kyran.


    "You do look like sh*t. Are you sure you''re getting enough rest? You look far worse than our match with the Montgomeray Family," she remarked.


    While studying Kyran''s profile, Deo nodded and said, "I also think so."


    Kyran looked at them from the corner of his eyes and, with a slight smile, said, "I''ll be fine."


    Before the three could say more, Styx cut them off by saying, "The fact he''s still sitting with us is proof he has enough strength to fight in a match."


    Then he looked at Kyran and added, "But you''ll have to gost."


    "Okay."


    The announcer appeared, and all noise died down at once.


    "Greetings to all! Without further ado, we will nowmence with the Solo Competition!" She announced and hovered above the arena.


    "The rules for today''spetition are simple. The leaders of each team will draw lots. The side who drew the ck orb will be the first team who can decide which among the members of the opposite side will fight."


    Rake, Deo and Tilda all turned to look at Kyran after the announcer had spoken.


    Once again, Kyran had been on point.


    "At the end of each match, the loser team will be the one to pick the member among the opposite side who will fight next."


    "Hm?" Tilda frowned, "Shouldn''t it be the other way around? Since the winning team won, they should be the ones picking?"


    "They already won. It will be unfair if they also choose for the next match. What if they choose the other side''s weakest member and have their strongest fighter fight?" Deo told her. "This is to bnce out the chances of both sides."


    "I still think it''s strange," Tilda grumbled.


    "Please remember that you can only choose a member once. Well then, leaders of both side, please draw lots," the female announcer said and waved her hand. A golden box appeared on each side and flew toward the Conve and the Courtenay corner.


    Styx stood up from the Conve corner and drew on the golden box. While a man with brushed-up blonde hair and olive green eyes in a light green robe drew on the golden box from the Courtenay''s corner.


    Styx and the man lifted their hand to show the announcer the orb they drew.


    "The Courtenay Family drew the ck orb and will be the first to pick the member who will fight from the Conve''s side," the female announcer said.


    "We choose, Disciple Tyr to fight first," the man dered at once.


    Deo, Rake and Tilda''s expressions turned nk as they all looked at Kyran.


    "Yep, popr alright. S*cks to be you."


    "So much for goingst on today''spetition."


    "Why does this scene feel like deja vu?"


    Deo, Tilda and Rakemented, one after another.


    "Disciple Tyr, pleasee on stage," the female announcer called for Kyran. Then she turned toward the Courtenay side. "Please choose your first yer."


    On the Conve corner, Rake looked at Styx and smiled wryly. He could sense Styx had been raring to go. Unfortunately, they skipped him again and went after Kyran.


    "They don''t want you to fight first because they fear you," he remarked.


    "Humph," Styx replied and sat down. "F*cking wusses."


    "I think they are targetting Tyr for a reason," Deo replied. "He had been looking like sh*t so they probably think he''s the weakest among us right now."


    Styx shrugged, "That''s why I said they are f*cking wusses. Aiming for the weakest member."


    Kyran chuckled, "Doesn''t matter. At least, I can rest after my match."


    "Go show them we''re not pushovers," Styx told him.


    Kyran chuckled and stood up.


    At the same time, Millie stood up from the Courtenay''s side. She was smiling as she made her way to the arena.


    The female announcer looked at Millie but did not say anything.


    The timer overhead began its countdown as the two went into the arena.


    "Thank you for epting my request, Disciple Tyr," Millie said.


    "Even if I don''t agree, we''ll end up fighting with this setting, don''t you think?" Kyran replied meaningfully.


    What he said was not without reason. Even if Millie did not make a scene yesterday, if their side ended up getting the ck orb, there was still a chance they would get matched up.


    Millie shook her head, "That may be true, but that will not be the case in your end, right? If your side drew the ck orb, I''m sure you will end up fightingst. As for me, I''ll definitely be picked as the first yer because of my poor magic talent."


    Kyran raised his brows but did not reply.


    As soon as the timer turned 25:05, the female announcer lifted her hand and dered the start of the match.


    "First match of the Solo Competition between the Conve and the Courtenay Family start!"


    Millie spread her arms at once, and several crushed materials appeared hovering around her. She took out a golden brush from her pouch and began writing array calctions in the air.


    As she wrote in the air, the crushed materials responded and trailed along the lines her brush touched. Golden liquor also seeped out of the brush.


    On the other hand, Kyran remained still. With narrowed eyes, he watched Millie draw her array calction.


    He noticed the pen she was using was a magic item that automatically ejected golden ink needed by Array Specialists to write forms.


    "Offense-type, Fire Pool Array!" Millie shouted and pushed the vertical array formation toward Kyran. The array lit up, and mes began to seep within.


    Kyran lifted his right hand, and his wooden staff appeared in his hand. He apuded Millie for managing to create an array in less than twenty seconds. It was only a low-tier array, but in a battle, if an Array Specialist could create several low-tier arrays at this pace, they might be able to control the flow of the match.


    However, this was only possible if they matched up against someone who was not good with Array.


    The moment, Kyran summoned his staff, Millie made her next move. She raised her left hand, and another golden brush appeared. She took out more sets of crushed materials from her storage ring and began writing two array calctions simultaneously.


    The crowd gasped at Millie''s Array disy. It was their first time witnessing someone perform on-the-spot dual array creation!