Chapter 135: Pride of a Noble

"Hmm?" Lyon rubbed his chin as he contemplated a little. He was opening and closing his eyes to make sure that there was nothing wrong with what he saw.

*sigh

*hic

"Why are all of you floating in the air?" asked Lyon with his eyes half-opened. The nobles were floating in front of him with some having tears on the edge of their eyes pouring to the sky as if the gravity was reversed.

"Ah, I think I pulled the wrong string, but damn, I never expect that kind of reaction from you guys haha *hic".

The nobles had blacklines over their head before someone shouted, "We are falling!"

"Huh? *hic" Lyon averted his gaze below before realizing that he was still sitting on a fence with no ground for his feet. He could see the raging wave below before he calmly averted his gaze to the helpless nobles and the two princes.

"So what, you are all cultivators, you won't die from a fall like this," said Lyon as he slowly stood up on the fence he was sitting.

"Yes, but it's gonna hurt!" said Prince Weiss as he constantly looked at his surroundings to figure something out.

"Huh? What are you? A ball-less prince?" said Lyon nonchalantly as if the fall was nothing. "Be a man all of you! If this kind of thing scared you, how dare you call yourselves a noble! Use everything you have to survive the fall with the least injury!"

Though fuming with anger, what he said was right. The nobles and both of the royalties agreed inwardly. Would a noble run away from such an ordeal? The answer was no. This was one of those times that separated them from commoners, the same goes for royalty.

"He is right," said one noble while smiling despite the impact was getting near. "I am a noble, though I may not be gallant, I am still holding my status!" said the noble with heavy conviction.

One spark was all it took to make a chain reaction.

"H-he is right! I will not let you down my ancestors!" Another of the nobles gripped his hand and put it on his chest.

One became two, two became four and so on. Before the two princes knew it, all the nobles were influenced.

(To think that in this kind of situation he could motivate them, who are you exactly?) thought Prince Frey as he looked at the drunken young man with the zither in his armpit.

Lyon stretched his arm to the front as he said valiantly, "GO! Face your fear!"

"Ruaarggghhhh!" the nobles yelled as they change their falling movement into a bullet that heads straight to the raging sea. Not caring who it was, they charged through, dragging the two princes down with him.

"Hey-hey wait!" said Prince Weiss as he fell at a faster speed.

Lyon nodded before he raised his index finger in the air and the mana gathered at blinding speed on the tip. With quick succession, he wrote his most convenient and favorite spell of all time. "Space Magic, Crack of Desire!". His chant was impossible to be heard by the falling nobles.

He casually entered the magic brand and disappeared from the spot, leaving them to their fate.

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Clemora and Biane were standing on the edge of the floor as they saw the debris and parts of the room fell to the sea. A few bits of light with various color was seen as they fall. The nobles were using all they have to survive, treasures, arts, magic, everything. However, Clemora and Biane couldn't make out who's who.

Biane couldn't help but bite her under-lip after she said, "Do you think Lyon is fine? That disaster really came out of nowhere, who would have thought that a single pluck from the string from him could bring half of the room down to the sea."

She believed that Lyon would definitely survive this kind of fall but considering his state of mind, she doubted that he could leave unscathed.

Clemora shook her head, "I don't know for sure, but he definitely can survive this kind of fall, after all, he has the rare space attribute."

Her casual remark caused Biane to look at her with surprise in her eyes, "He has the space attribute?!"

"Oh that's right you passed out in the forest and inside the carriage when we traveled home, so you wouldn't know. Wait, didn't he used gravity magic on us in that arena back then?"

"Yeah he did, I would have never forgotten that despicable act of his," said Biane while lightly stomped her feet to the floor.

*crack

The floor cracked as she immediately took a step back. Her emotion made her forgot that the floor was now unstable.

Clemora, on the other hand, was in deep contemplation. (Didn't he also used that 'King's Order' magic? What kind of attribute is that? According to my investigation, he also used a fire attribute magic at the academy, a high level one at that... don't tell me he is a triple attribute type cultivator?! If that was the case then the title 'Everlasting Genius' is no joke!).

She shook her head with a smile, "To think that kind of man exists in Deo."

"Hmm? What are you talking about?" asked Biane to her little sister in which she only replied with a smile.

*thud

Suddenly a sound of something dropping came from behind. They looked at the source before hurriedly went over.

With the zither in his embrace, he was kissing the floor. His eyes were spinning as if the world moved in a spiral. The two beautiful women hanged his hands over their shoulders as they dragged him outside.

"Heh, a bunch of fools," said Lyon in his sleep.

The wails by the nobles below the cliff were unheard as the debris hit protruding rocks. The few nobles that managed to get away before the fall was frantic, many thoughts ran through their minds.