Chapter 11
“Is that not Lady Nysah I spy? It’s been a while, and you seem to be wearing less and less, ha.”
vin’s voice carried augh, but his eyes held a frosty re. Far from being dazzled, he felt
disgust. There was but one word for such a woman in his heart, tawdry!
“Eyes wandering a bit too freely, aren’t they,d?”
“If you dress so scantily, isn’t it to catch the eye? I’d be remiss not to look my fill, and not give due
appreciation to your efforts,” vin retorted, setting down the stone urn.
“Heh, so full of yourself, young one.”
“Adorned like a blossoming rose bush you are today. Not off to ensnare some young Commander,
and yet you find time for my humble self? Let’s make one thing clear, I have no interest in a slut like
you,” vin’s words wereced with thorns.
“Sharp-tongued as always.” Nysah’s demeanor cooled slightly before she regained herposure,
stepping out of the dense woods. “With that stubborn streak of yours, it’s a wonder you’ve survived
this long.”
“Spare me your concern. Where’s that oaf of a brother? Why not call him out, and both of you can
scurry away?”
“vin, what gives you the right to be so bold?” From behind Nysah, her brother Tyral emerged
from the woond, a sneer on his lips. He had intended to bring his sister to teach vin a lesson
last night, but she had other matters to attend to, so it had been postponed until now.
“Ah, truly the aura of a Novice Mage Stage III. Impressive, no wonder you’ve been so quiet these
past few months, hiding away in storage and breaking through in secret,” Nysah said mockingly. Her
hips swayed as she walked, though her words were dripped with scorn. You’ve toiled and suffered
for months, meticulously scheming to reach Novice Mage Stage III, only to be easily outdone by my
brother, humiliated in front of everyone, and forced to leave in disgrace. Meanwhile, my brother not
only passed the test but was specially looked after for finishing first. The gap between people can
sometimes be vast.
“You asked Odell to do this, didn’t you?” vin stood his ground calmly, neither afraid nor showing
any intent to flee.
“Today’s your lucky day, to have entered the Hot Springs District unscathed and the Botanic Haven
without being detained. I must say, I’m almost impressed.”
“You y your games well, but is that all you’re capable of? Speak then, how shall we y today?”
“Are you not afraid?” Nysah’s body was like a willow in the breeze, each smile and frown brimming
with seduction. She was so young and so charming, one could only imagine the trouble she’d cause
in years toe.
“He’s just putting on a brave face but trembling with fear on the inside. vin, stop your foolish
resistance. You won’t leave here whole today. Kneel and apologize, maybe if I’m in a good mood,
you’ll suffer less,” taunted Tyral, desperate to vent his frustration before he could return to the
Sanctum of Mystical Scrolls to delve into the mysteries of Combat Magic.
“Rest assured, I wouldn’t kneel to you ever.”
“Believe me, you will kneel.” Tyral red menacingly at vin.
“vin, I actually admire you, you know. Since yesterday, many Protégés have taken notice of you.”
“Is that so? I’m ttered.”
“There’s no deep hatred between us. I don’t wish to make things too stiff. Shall we consider a
perfect solution?” Nysah offered, her smile tempting.
“Nysah!” Tyral frowned deeply.
Nysah’s smile was dazzling. “Return the Pearlwort to Tyral, bow and admit your wrongs, and I won’t
ask you to kneel.”
“It can’t be that simple. What else?”
“Cripple your left hand, and make it look like an ident.” Her smile deepened, but her words finally
revealed her cruelty. She hadn’t taken vin seriously before, but his sudden rise as a Novice
Mage had surprised many, and it was likely achieved without Celesse’s intervention, purely on his
own merit. vin had once again proven his talent to Cobalt Strike, and it was said he had caught
the attention of many Elders and Elite Protégés.
Tyral smiled; this was the sister he adored. Crippling vin’s hand would limit his growth far more
effectively than a mere beating.
“I’ve already consumed the Pearlwort,” vin knew Nysah wouldn’t let things rest; she was not a
kind woman.
“So, there’s nothing to discuss?”
“There was never anything to discuss.”
“Don’t act so tough, vin. You know our stature as siblings. Even if we crippled both your arms,
we’d at most face a little punishment. No one would really do anything to us.”
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“Enough talk then. Whatever you n, I’m ready.”
Nysah chuckled lightly, and her eyes danced with mischief. “Where do you get your confidence
from? A mere Novice Mage Stage III is challenging me. Do you think I’m just another ordinary
Protégé you’ve met?”
Just then, several Protégés came walking down a nearby path, chatting andughing, seemingly
deep in discussion. Caught off-guard by the scene before them, they showed a hint of surprise but
had no intention of stirring trouble and quickly turned to leave.
“Nysah, don’t waste words on him. Let’s finish this quickly,” Tyral urged.
Nysah blew a whimsical whistle; her red lips were enchanting, and her smile was bewitching.
“Today, your left hand will be rendered useless. Will you do it yourself, or shall I assist?”
“My left hand is right here. If you’ve got the skill,e cripple it yourself; if not, then off with you.”
vin extended his left hand, and his right hand was held behind his back.
“You know nothing of the world. Nysah, teach him a lesson,” Tyral hissed, infuriated by vin’s
arrogance, eager to see him groveling for mercy.