King Oberon decided to exert his monarch’s authority first. His spiky black hair and loose robes began to flap wildly in response to the mana that poured out of him, also parting Noah’s black fringe and forcing his black robe that he had fixed following his fight with the Hero to flutter behind Noah. And then, King Oberon summoned his spirit blade, a saber, to his right hand and gently rested it on Noah’s neck, who allowed it to happen, showing no visible reaction.
King Oberon slowly slid the edge of the saber backwards, causing a single drop of blood to leave his neck. The drop of blood began to slide down the saber.
“I will not tolerate this insolence.”
The words that left King Oberon’s throat seemed to reverberate in the spacious study.
As the drop of blood slid down the saber, it reached the hilt guard, where it then dripped off the saber. The danger instincts of King Oberon forcefully slowed down his perception of time. He furrowed his brows, confusion about why he was being warned evident in his face. However, he did not have to wonder for long.
The drop of blood splattered on the floor, and Noah’s mana erupted.
Instantly, his black hair and robe flared up, and King Oberon’s mana aura dissipated like dust in a typhoon. The books on the desk were blown to the walls instantly, and the chairs were gradually pushed back to them as well. What Noah had shown the guards was a mere fraction of what he was doing now, for a mere fraction of a second. But right now, he fully let loose, and King Oberon fully realized at that moment that the one in front of him was no longer the boy he had watched materialize out of the air four months ago who he could comfortably beat six times out of ten, but was a man who had well and truly earned the title of leviathan slayer.
The monarch of the coastal kingdom naturally understood the power of the deity of the sea and believed himself to be the last person on the continent to take that title lightly, but it seemed that he had done exactly that. Noah watched indifferently as King Oberon’s face paled and the saber still on Noah’s neck shook, following the movement of trembling hands. Noah flicked his gaze downwards to the saber. That was all it took for King Oberon to forcibly unsummon it.
Noah took a step forward, and King Oberon took one backwards, flicking his gaze away as he did so, backing away first. He felt like he was being devoured by Noah’s black eyes.
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“You were saying something?”
“...I apologize. Please allow me to change into more appropriate attire and lead you to a more suitable location to speak, so I may accommodate you better.”
“Alright. Let’s go.”
Noah was led to a room that seemed similar to a meeting room. He finally bottled up his mana as King Oberon left after guiding him there to change into different attire.
Throwing himself into a chair, he sighed as he leaned back on it.
‘That felt good. It really relieved a bunch of pent-up anger at the shit these guys pulled a few months ago.’
He smirked to himself in satisfaction. Today was a good day.
‘Also, I think the whole interior of this castle is the same bluish-green gem-studded green as the study and this room. Huh. Should have known from looking at the exterior of the castle, though.’
While waiting for King Oberon, he absentmindedly tapped his feet on the marble floor.
‘Might as well look at what Tyril’s doing while I’m at it, I guess.’
‘Mimicry - Slime x1, Lich x1!’
His skin turned a slightly translucent blue, and ten slimes with the Third Circle - Accelerate and Third Circle - Flight cast on them shot out of his body. The slimes, which were forced to enchant themselves into Invisible Slimes sped throughout the corridors of the castle and ejected themselves out of the nearest open windows they could find in different cardinal directions. Now spread out in eight directions, the slimes began to explore the Upper Ring in search of Tyril. Considering that he had been accompanied by a member of the elite guard that had access to gryphons, the two could have traveled fairly far already.
Five minutes passed that Noah spent lazily flicking through the perspective of the slimes one by one like a security guard, when King Oberon returned.
“Why have you used magic in the Upper Ring? Unregistered use of magic is prohibited within the civilian territory of any country.”
“Aye, my bad bro. I was looking for Tyril. I actually just found him. He just met up with the ministers, I think. Look at it this way, if I wanted to actually illegally use magic, I would have used my skill only, which would have left significantly lesser traces of magic than if magic spells were used. Me using magic spells instead of my skill alone is a sign of trust, man. Quit with the scary face. I’ll stop now. Jeez.”
Noah ordered the slimes to bring themselves back to him as he switched out of the perspective of the slime he was looking through, back to his own, finally actually looking at King Oberon this time. Much like the castle, King Oberon was dressed in bluish-green gem-studded robes, except with accents of deep blue here and there.
King Oberon walked over to a seat on the other side of the width of the long table opposite Noah and blinked slowly, then exhaled with a clearly exasperated expression. Noah straightened his posture, sensing a change in atmosphere to a more serious one from the King, suggesting the weight of the topic the King was about to discuss.
‘Perfect. I have stuff to ask him too.’