Floating Island - Triple S Talent-Chapter 464: Nephris

Without a word, she stood up, grabbed Efan's sleeve, and pulled him firmly. "Let's go, this guy is crazy," she said briefly. Her gaze flickered toward Lein, signaling for them to leave immediately.

Lein, who had been observing from the start, smiled faintly. He said nothing, merely following Laras, as if Sylas's appearance was nothing more than a passing breeze, unworthy of further attention.

After all, Lein knew one thing—Sylas was only a Rank 2 King. Slightly stronger than him, but not someone to be concerned about.

"B-Brother Lein! Wait, Laras!"

Efan, who had fallen slightly behind, quickly shouted before rushing to catch up with them. However, before leaving, he spared a glance at Sylas. This time, his gaze was serious.

"Young man, consider today your lucky day. Don't do something like that again."

After leaving that warning, he ran to catch up with Lein and Laras, who had already walked quite far into the crowd.

Meanwhile, Sylas remained standing in place, watching them disappear into the distance. The friendly smile that had adorned his face slowly faded, replaced by an expressionless look.

"Just as I expected," he murmured softly, his voice carrying a deeper tone. "Obtaining such a beautiful flower... is not an easy task."

In his mind, Laras's image remained vivid, not easily erased.

"Young master, it seems you've been rejected again," an old man's voice sounded beside Sylas, carrying a hint of sympathy.

Sylas continued to stare blankly in the direction where Lein and the others had disappeared. "That's to be expected," he muttered. "Love without sincerity is not true love."

The old man simply nodded, not daring to respond further.

After a moment of silence, Sylas finally spoke, "Keep an eye on where they go." Then, his figure vanished into the crowd, blending into the shadows that cloaked the marketplace.

Meanwhile, Lein and his group continued wandering through the market, moving from one lantern-lit path to another. They occasionally stopped at shops that caught their interest. One such shop sold battle equipment, where Lein picked out several items he deemed rare and potentially useful. If not, at the very least, he could resell them at his seed shop.

They also visited a store that specialized in talismans, runes, and potions. Lein took a few items he had never seen before. Though he couldn't replicate them immediately, he kept them as references for future development.

"Brother Lein, this marketplace system is quite interesting. It could be a good model for us to adopt," Efan commented, his eyes scanning the surroundings with keen interest.

Lein followed his gaze. This market was more than just a place for trade—it was also a space for members of the Invitus Sect to grow their businesses and earn an income. On the other hand, ordinary citizens had the opportunity to purchase items from the immortals, opening up the possibility for them to step onto the path of immortality.

"Yes, we might be able to implement it when we return," Lein replied with a nod.

However, before he could think further, his attention was drawn to something in the distance.

A young boy was sprinting forward, clutching the hand of a little girl who seemed to be his sister. His breaths were ragged, but he did not slow his pace. Behind them, several market guards were chasing, their faces filled with anger.

"Brother… my hand hurts!" the little girl sobbed. Tears streamed down her dirt-streaked cheeks, her voice full of panic.

But the boy did not stop. His grip remained firm, even tightening. "Stop crying! They'll catch us!" he shouted, leaping over puddles, weaving through gaps in the crowd, desperately searching for an escape.

Lein and the others stood still, watching the scene with furrowed brows.

The people around them only glanced briefly before returning to their own affairs. No one attempted to help, and no one tried to stop the children.

Lein waited until the children drew closer. Just as they were about to pass him, an invisible force held them in place.

The older boy immediately panicked. His eyes widened as he looked up at Lein. His pupils shrank as if he was staring at someone who could decide his fate.

"Sir… please let us go!" he cried, his voice almost breaking.

In his panic, he quickly released his sister's hand. "Elvira, run!" he ordered in desperation.

However, the little girl could not move either. Her small body seemed frozen in place, only able to look at her brother with fearful eyes. Tears welled up, but no sound escaped her lips.

The pursuing guards finally arrived, their breaths heavy from the chase. One of them, a man clad in light armor, immediately saluted Lein before speaking in a firm voice.

"Young master… please release them. They are Nephris."

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At those words, the boy immediately turned toward the guard with a gaze full of fury. His previously fearful eyes were now red, filled with hatred.

"Nephris? What is that?" Lein asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. He glanced at Laras and Adam, but both merely shook their heads, indicating that they were just as clueless.

The guard took a deep breath before explaining, "They are descendants of the Seraphin race, but with mixed blood from other races. Their existence is considered a disgrace, mere parasites to the purity of Seraphin lineage."

Lein nodded slowly. He understood that some races were highly protective of their bloodline purity and saw mixed-blood descendants as a threat.

He then released the elemental force that was restraining the children, allowing them to move again. His gaze remained fixed on the older boy, who stood tall despite his ragged breathing.

"Shut up!" the boy shouted at the guard, his voice trembling between anger and anguish. "I never asked to be born like this!" Read new chapters at novelbuddy

The little girl beside him immediately clung to his arm, her tiny fingers clutching his sleeve tightly. Her eyes were still filled with fear as she peeked at Lein and the guards.

Lein took a deep breath. He could feel the heavy emotional weight surrounding them. These children were victims—not because of their own doing, but because of choices made by their parents. A fate forced upon them, punishing their existence before they could even understand the world.

Laras and Efan also seemed affected. Their expressions showed sympathy. Laras took a small step forward and spoke softly, "Brother Lein…"

Lein nodded without hesitation. "Release them. I will take them with me."

The guards exchanged glances, confused. Clearly, they were not accustomed to seeing someone show sympathy for Nephris.

"Apologies, sir," one of the guards said hesitantly, though still trying to remain firm. "They must be expelled from the city immediately. That is the rule."

Lein stared at him in silence. The atmosphere between them grew heavy, as if waiting for his next decision.