The Elven Evolution: Starting With 1 Million SSSR Skills-Chapter 163: [] Air Of Nobility

Marcus stumbled back, his eyes wide as Eliron once again raised his sword.

’What is going on?’ He thought, cold sweat rushing down his back.

Wood elves were known as laggards, weaklings who could not hold a candle to any other race!

How then was this elf showing such remarkable swordmanship?!

"STOP HIM!! STOP THAT MAD MAN YOU BUFFONS!" Marcus screamed at his guards as he stumbled back, raising his hands up in defence.

The guard immediately formed a wall around their lord, holding their sword up with unsteady hands.

They knew just how powerful their lord was, and to see him this shaken... one thing was clear.

If they were not careful, they would die—

"Enkamotos..."

Lord Marcus hissed as a wand suddenly appeared in his hand. He raised the staff at Eliron’s direction while hiding behind the safety of his guards.

The magic staff glowed with wisps of eerie mana, and suddenly the earth began to tremble.

Rocks floated from the ground, slowly curling up to his staff as though pulled by gravity.

His gaze darkened.

’He may be a powerful swordsman, but I am a second class mage!’

There was no way a wood elf would survive this attack!

The rocks began to spin so fast that they glowed red, Marcus seconds away from releasing the spell...

Eliron, still with a panicking Emma in his arm, raised his sword once again, and brought it down in a simple downward stroke.

The sword had only gone about half way when—

"Lord Marcus! What the hell are you doing to my guests?" A voice rang from behind, filled with authority.

The crowd parted as Cassie walked past the nobles, fixing a nasty glare on her uncle and brother.

Behind her were about twenty knights in full plate armour, swords glinting in the moonlight.

"Duke!" Cassie called.

The pompous man straightened like a pole, and to Eliron’s surprise, one look was enough to make him leave his uncle’s side and hurry into the hall, albeit reluctantly.

Eliron could tell that even Marcus seemed nervous...

Actually, it was not just Marcus, all the nobles seemed tense at the very sight of Cassie.

’Hmmm? So that is how it is...’ Eliron mused.

While Duke was the heir to Kingsbridge, it was Cassie that carried the authority of a true heir.

He glanced at her, taking note of her clothing. From the way Cassie looked, Eliron could tell that she had left her dressing room half done.

She was not even in her ball gown, but a simple garment.

"Were you so worried about me that you had to rush here?" Eliron asked with a smirk.

"Pfft," Cassie laughed, which shocked the nobles.

"I just don’t want you to destroy my fathers house and kill my uncle in front of the entire retinue of nobles." She whispered back.

Eliron shrugged. "I can’t make any promises on that note..."

"By the way..." Cassie’s eyes moved to Emma who was covering her face with both hands. "Emma, what are you doing?"

"Hick—!" Emma hiccuped and quickly jumped out of Eliron’s arms, hurrying over to her post.

Cassie smiled, slowly shaking her head. Then she turned to face her uncle, her expression turning venomous.

"What is the meaning of this, uncle?" She asked, not bothering to hide her ill feelings for him.

"Ahh, Cassie. I was just going to punish these insolent elves for laying their hands on our knigh—"

"Punish?" She scoffed, urging him off. "And why the hell do you think you have the right to punish our guests?"

"I actuall—"

"Be quiet!" Cassie silenced him.

"Attacking the Baron’s personal guests? Have you grown so ignorant that you do not realize that this is treason?"

Clamp!

At the mere mention of treason, the knights changed their stance to an attack formation, causing a tense atmosphere to fill the space.

Most of the nobles who had come there, seeking a new topic to gossip, now wanted to get as far away as possible.

But no one dared move an inch, not when the knights looked like they were ready to split the next offender in half.

Marcus swallowed, his jaw clenched tightly.

"I apologize, Cassie—"

"That is my lady to you, Marcus." Cassie said firmly, her gaze unwavering as she stared right at her uncle.

"..."

Seconds seemed to stretch into minutes, the tension palpable in the air as Marcus’ muscles tensed with rage.

He forced a smile.

"I apologize, my lady..." he said through gritted teeth.

Cassie stared at him for a moment longer. "Hmmph, we’ll talk about this later uncle." Her eyes glinted with animosity.

Only then did the knights relax.

Then she turned to Eliron and wrapped her arms around his.

"Let’s go, my precious money bag—Uhum, I mean customer—Uhum!!! I mean guest! Hahaha..."

She giggled as they all left, moving into the ballroom and leaving Marcus whiling in shame.

The moment they were about to step through the door, Eliron glanced at him over his shoulder, his azure eyes mocking him.

Then he mouthed: "Bang!"

Suddenly, Marcus’ magic staff burst into pieces, multiple slashes appearing on the shaft.

’When did he—??!’

Marcus then remembered the moment Eliron had paused his strike.

Back then, Cassie interrupted their fight while he was still mid-swing. Marcus had assumed he was slower than the more experienced knights who would have already completed their move.

He was sure his spell would have obliterated the young elf.

But now...

’Impossible!’

’In that short time, he delivered enough slashes to split my staff apart?’

That would mean he could deliver up to a dozen strikes in the space of a second!

Marcus slammed the piece of wood left in his hands down on the floor then stumped on it.

"FUCK!!"

Never in his life had he been this embarassed, and worse of all, it was in front of all the nobles!

He glared at the door, his chest rising and falling as he took heavy breaths.

’I’ll make you pay for this embarrassment, Elven lord!’

He may be strong, but there were a hundred ways to kill a rat. Marcus would employ every single trick in his book to make sure he suffered without end.

And as for that witch Cassandra...

It was only a matter of time before he reclaimed his position.

And when he did, even the devil would curse him for the things he would do to her.

He straightened his clothes and took a deep breath.

Ting!

A soft sound rang outwards..

Marcus pulled down his sleeve, revealing a magic bracelet that was pulsing with a low hum of mana.

’Good... it seems like my insider has done his part.’

It was time to hunt the baroness.