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Elven Lies II : The Solar Mage
Elven Lies II Chapter 30 : Breaking the Ice

Elven Lies II Chapter 30 : Breaking the Ice

CHAPTER 30

BREAKING THE ICE

Hans didn’t elaborate on how he planned to achieve his ridiculous dream, but Vanir was convinced since he knew Hans always followed through on everything he said.

In their upcoming days, their schedule continued normally; Vanir got busy with his classes and devising ways for himself to get stronger with any means necessary. He was secretly working on how he could improve the monster sleeping in Mystic Glades. Meanwhile, Hans continued to practice the upgraded spells of Solar Mage Book. However, his special training to increase the power of Inheritance with Dietrich continued.

It had been several days since their talk, and today marked the start of the fourth month of their third year in school. As they’ve been told, to pass the third year, students had three options. The most talented were gearing up for glory wars. The middle-tier students were working on earning credits through tasks. Those who weren't as skilled but still wanted to pass volunteered for the Deadlands, which guaranteed 1000 credits upon completion.

However, It was only the volunteering in name since the trainees were treated as labours, or more accurately a high efficient labour force. But, going to Deadlands meant one must be ready to lose his life. That is why even if it was guaranteed way of passing, only compelled students chose this path.

Hans being in the first category, forfeited his participation in Glory wars and was getting ready for Deadlands.

But, now he was perplexed how to break this news to Delimira and Chris. “You should tell them Senior—”

“Shut up Vanir.” Hans chided him. They were at the two star regions of Concordia and freshly killed a class three beast, a Lava snail with much effort. Hans was increasing the capacity of Vanir’s second circle just as he did for his first.

The pain was unbearable, but Hans’s mind being somewhere else helped negating the pain. His instinct were telling him that his withdrawal from Glory Wars won’t be taken lightly by his friends. Since the third-year participants were soon to enter Sunfall’s four star beast zone for special training.

When he came to his senses, they were back to the midlands and he was standing at the doors with his friends in Delimira’s personal cafe. “Hey, what got your tongue, you pulled me out from mastering a new spell.” Delimira asked him, her expressions clearly mixed with annoyance and doubt.

“Ah Yes,” Hans snapped out, “Give me your account card.” He asked her, stretching his hand.

“What for?” Delimira was confused, but before she could ask further, Hans hand ran over her, frisking and he pulled her card from his back pocket.

“You bast.. you can’t just touch a lady.”

“What?” Hans perplexed, “You’re looking at me like I groped you something…wait… I kinda did…sorry.” Quickly he realised where his hand ran all over and before she could grow angrier. Hans put his card over hers and shoved her card back. “The deal is done, Miss Winters. Pleasure doing business with you.”

“For real?” Delimira was perplexed, but her account balance confirmed it. She read aloud, “Six zeroes. How did you earn this much? You barely passed the half deadline.”

Chris troubled hearing the amount, couldn’t hold himself and asked holding Hans firmly, “Parv.. Did you borrow—”

“No, he couldn’t.” Delimira intervened, “If he wanted to borrow from Arat. He wouldn’t have agreed to this double-back deal.” She turned to Hans and stressed, “Did it come from that… I told you it was dangerous you fool.”

Hans realised she was pointing at the intercepted document in Edenberg that killed young Sylvetors. Before she could imagine more, he interrupted her, “It’s a business secret, Deli. And It’s not what you’re thinking.”

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“Wait! You two.” Chris objected, “So you two are keeping a secret I’m not aware of.. since when—”

“Shut up Chris.” Delimira stopped him, and her questioning towards Hans continued, “Are you sure you aren’t dabbling in something you can’t handle?”

“She is really perceptive.” Hans thought as he chuckled inside, “Of course not, Winters. Its nothing I can’t handle. At least for now—”

“Yeah. Thats why I'm asking you dumbhead. I’m pretty sure whatever you did for this much amount, would soon escalate even a bigger mess, remember Grimgar?”

Hans interjected quickly, “Don’t jinx it Deli—”

“I’m not jinxing it, Prince of Parv. It is the truth. Just tell me once when your plan worked flawless. Frozen tooth, Glory wars, elven shadow family, Xandor, and then our beloved Dead king. Do I need to remind you once again”

“Stop being sarcastic, Winters.” Hans pouted as he recalled the events she mentioned. “Oh, boy and I’m son of a man with thousand plans. Quite pathetic, isn’t it?”

While Hans continued to mumble in his thoughts Chris mumbled in real, “Just how many secrets you two are hiding?” However, both remained silent in their account and the manager came running to welcome them at doors as usual.

Giving her one million gold was his first plan to make her delighted, but it doesn’t bore any fruits. “Yeah, so much for being Samson’s child.” He smiled but soon got interrupted.

“Now, what did you do?” Delimira frowned, she was observing him for almost three years and now could practically read him like an open book. His overstretched smile meant he did something bad and was trying to cover up.

“Damn, she is sharp as ever” Hans shook his head in an instant denial, “Nothing!” He said further, “I was going to ask you two about your Glory Wars preparations.”

“Speaking of Glory wars. Just where were you when the old team members are gathered. I’m positive, I told your minion to inform you.”

“Ah, that bastard tell me no tales as such. How irresponsible.” Hans threw Vanir under the carriage without hesitation. “So how many are participating in prelims this year?” Hans asked them sipping his sugary drink.

“More than twenty. All are really improved this time.” Chris answered.

“So when are you guys leaving for Sunfall?” Hans asked whispering.

“What do you mean ‘You guys’?” Both Chris and Delimira asked in unison.

“Just when did Chris become so discerning.” Hans sweat bullets and once again threw Vanir under that carriage. “Did that minion of mine never told you, I forfeited from the competition. How irresponsible—”

“Irresponsible my foot.” Delimira stood up jolting. “Have you lost your mind?”

“Geez, Deli. I’m not participating, thats it. Its not like—”

“And you chose to tell us now when Sunfall training is just around the corner. Are we even friends or what? I thought you wanted to wash your name from being number three, ain't I right?”

“She is really pushing the correct buttons.” Hans thought inside, he had earned more than eight million gold in just four months and Crocotian is still attracting strong crowds so his treasure chest would sure gonna soar. “If I participate in Glory Wars, I might have to use some of the golems like Mystic Glades. Someone might start doubting me. Its good that I’m volunteering in Deadlands.”

“I’m going to Deadlands. You guys will do fine without me. I wasn’t even a good leader—”

“Screw you.” Delimira fumed at his response. “I guess, only I had thought us three as a team. We stick together, thick and through. If you wanted to go to the deadlands. You should’ve told us earlier. We’d have followed you, now if we back out from the Glory Wars team, it would weaken the whole team.”

“Deli, I’m your friend not someone you follow. Sometime, we will have clash of opinions and we have to carve our own path, Ian’t I right? But while climbing a mountain, no matter what path you chose, it evidently meets at the top—”

“What kind of BS is this?”

“I just don’t get it! Why are you so angry at me for not taking part in glory wars.”

“She ain’t angry at that buddy.” Chris, the silent observer till now finally spoke, “She is angry at because you took your sweet time in telling this. Glory war contenders are leaving tomorrow for sunfall, I thought you were with us. I feel backstabbed”

“Sorry man. Its just not neede—”

“Whatever.” Delimira stomped strong, “I’m leaving. He and his BS can enjoy their solitude together in Deadlands.” She left the establishment furious.

“Ah, man—”

“Buddy, you should’ve told us sooner.” Chris also stood up, “Whatever your reasons are, I understand. But I really should go after her, before she beat someone up…or worse.”

Chris ran out waving bye and Hans made his way towards the dean quarters. It was late evening so Rudolf and Sierra were at home that time. Hans cleared his throat and got ready for a big explanation he prepared.

“Haa! This is never racking.” He knocked the door.

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