Legend | Celeste Academy Series BK #2

Chapter 37 ♕ Attack

It would seem that, to Charles, Marcy's plan was more trouble than it was worth. However, what pissed the fourth ranker off the most was when everything had already been going the way they should've been, only to have someone else step in and ruin everything! Metaphorically speaking, it would be like punching off the chess pieces from the board when you're already ninety-nine percent done with victory as your finish line!

Yet, it would seem that he would have set aside 'playing with the demon' for the moment. Besides, as disappointed as he was for not having finished the 'game' with Faolan, he was more than happy to take on a new one.

"Are you really sure that the manor would be under attack? How on earth did you know when you have been trapped in an oubliette for at least a month?" The cobalt blue-eyed lad questioned as he pressed his lips into a thin line in dissatisfaction. Butler as this man was, he did not trust him.

"I have a familiar of my own which deliver me the messages I need from the outside to keep track of all things. Faolan had done a good job of keeping them in place, but I doubt he could do so now—with you being here and all."

"That's cool!" Valeriana exclaimed, and Keelan agreed.

"That is hard to imagine . . ." Raziel thoughtfully stated.

Charles sighed as he stared at the people standing behind the older butler, narrowing his eyes at their direction that a few could not help but cower at the gaze he gave. "Alright, then. As of now, I have someone keeping track of the lady-and-servant duo so you won't have to worry about them."

"As long as you do not plan to harm them, I will not." Said Marcy firmly.

"We will not harm him so long as he doesn't harm us. I have different plans for a child like that demon and his brat for a lady."

"Haha! They make a good pair, don't they?" Tamara interjected, finding his words funny unlike how he intended for it to be.

"Anyhow, keep in mind that Corvan will not hesitate to use any means to have this problem solved, and since he does, I won't too. Neither one of us will, you can count on that." He allowed a second to pass before continuing. "Since this matter concerns this city and this case, we will be more than willing to lend our aid."

Tamara suddenly shot forward and jumped on Charles. "Yey! We are going to help the old man! I knew I could count on you!"

"Get off! Get. Off!" He pushed the girl off of him and hit her upside the head, rearranging the major hair displacement and wiping away the unnecessary smudgeon his glasses. "Honestly," he grumbled. "I know for sure that this will be nothing but battle and that sort, so you are more than excited."

Courtney rolled her eyes. "Obviously."

"What do you expect?" Tamara grinned at him.

"Yes," he hissed. "Nothing more I expect from someone who's all brawn and no brain."

There was a small twitch below her eye. "What?"

"Isn't it true? You're good at nothing else than a fight." He then dismissed her. "It's a wonder how you even became one of the Twelve."

The third ranker frowned at the insult, frustrated. With a huff, she swung her knees forward and landed a blow on his stomach before proceeding to give him a punch on the face. Hard.

"Well, damn you, too!"

The others seemed shocked at the sudden turn of events that they could not help but gawk at the scene. Laz winced as the blows landed on the poor fourth's body while Valeriana stood stupidly, mouth hanging open. Brindon simply stared and Keelan was . . . well, Keelan.