"What the hell is a Saintess?" Marquis Wyatt asked with derision, before adding, "Why haven't I heard about this person with such grand title?"
"Erm…"
Realizing the Marquis would not have heard about such news from the commoners, Carson felt a bit abashed.
"It's what the commoners call this young lady savior among them."
"So, you are telling me, my son was thrashed by a commoner?" Marquis Wyatt asked dubiously. He felt he had heard wrong.
"Yes." Carson answered truthfully.
Getting confirmation from Earl Julian's kid, Marquis Wyatt's complexion darkened immediately. His anger grew by the minute.
If it was another noble that thrashed his son, at most, he would seek recompense and justice from that noble family. If the noble family was weaker than his Solaris family, he would naturally apply pressure and bully them to maximize the benefits. Such was the way of the strong.
But the one who thrashed his son wasn't a noble, but a commoner? Since when did commoners have such courage and ability!? Not right! It can't be that simple. A commoner wouldn't beat a noble up for nothing even if they had the ability. Marquis Wyatt crease his brows in puzzlement.
Carson was a bit smug when, he felt he had successfully directed the Marquis's ire at the Saintess. He was originally person with a small heart to begin with. He would take revenge for the slightest grievance, let alone being disgraced by a commoner.
He was originally enraptured by the celestial-like voice of the Saintess and had hopes to take her home as a concubine, but that thought was viciously torn apart by her strength that was comparable to marquis-level nobles.
Since the Saintess was a thorny rose that could not touch, it was better off destroyed. Since he couldn't have it, others can't dream of having it either. Thus, he left out many details pertaining to the matter in hopes of killing with a borrowed knife.
Although the Saintess and Marquis Wyatt were equivalent in strength, their combat prowess couldn't possibly be equal, right? How can the foundations of a young commoner girl be compared in the same breath as that of a veteran-aged noble?
However, he suddenly felt something amiss, when he noticed Marquis Wyatt had locked his gaze on him with great focus and pressure once more.
"I-Is there anything else, Marquis Wyatt?" Carson asked carefully.
"Brat, you haven't told me everything. What are you hiding? Out with it! Lest you want to leave without your legs." Marquis Wyatt threatened with squinted eyes.
How can he be led around by a kid still wet behind the ears? Was a marquis so easy to fool?
Marquis Wyatt felt angry at the brat. So young, yet already scheming with a wicked heart. He unleashed his dignified noble aura and bore his pressure down on the kid with greater intensity.
'Don't blame me for bullying the young!'
How can the inexperienced Carson be in the right mind to differentiate between an empty threat and a real threat? He immediately caved in under the pressure and spilled everything. If Marquis Wyatt went a step further and leaked his killing intent, he would even wet his pants in fear.
"Because the Saintess possess a celestial-like voice, Sean was curious whether the Saintess also possess a matching beauty. In his attempt to remove the Saintess cover without her consent, he offended the Saintess and suffered her wrath." Carson quickly explained.
Even under the pressure, he did not mention his role in beating up the commoners first. Nope, definitely not happening! Even if he was beaten to death, he would not mention it! That was akin to asking for death!
How can he explain that the marquis's son bore the brunt of the commoner's anger for his own overbearing actions?
"So, it was a pair of toads lusting after the beauty of a swan? What a disgrace!" Marquis thundered. He did not doubt the brat's words. It was something kids their age would do! But it was humiliating for his own kid to get thrashed after chasing beauties. The face of the Solaris family was lost in such a shameful way! The more he looked at his bedridden son, the angrier he got!
If Sean could hear his father's words, he would tear up. How could he call his own son a toad? Wouldn't that make him the papa toad?
More often than not, behind every powerful and doting father was a dog-like son. This was indeed a tragedy for every noble household that hoped to have a successful and capable heir. It was not concordant with the proverb; A tiger father would not beget a dog son.
After huffing and puffing in anger for a moment, he cooled down with a sigh. In the end, the one bedridden was still his son and the other party was a commoner, yet so vicious. This grievance must be redressed.
"How strong was that lass?" Marquis Wyatt asked with a flat tone, like he had numbed a part of himself.
After all, the fault of the son's behavior did not entirely lie with the son, but the father is also to blame for bad parenting. He did not discipline and educate his son enough but spoiled him a lot.
"The Saintess should be at the 7th step…" Carson answered in a low, almost whispering voice.
"Hoh… I'm afraid I would have suffered a loss if I didn't learn of this hmm?" Marquis Wyatt said, before continuing in a strong tone, "Is the Laguna family plotting against my Solaris family!?"
Carson jumped in shock when he heard this!
"No! Of course not! I wouldn't dare! I just didn't expect that Saintess to be so strong!" Carson denied strongly, before adding, "She seems to wield multiple bizarre elements. Cold like ice and electrifying like lightning…"
"Hmph! I didn't think an earl-level household would have that kind of courage either." Marquis nodded before tracing the edges of his chin in thought, "A dual ice-lightning element huh?"
"Unheard of, but not impossible. Another two new elements have appeared in humans." Marquis Wyatt eye's shined at this thought.
The theory of five elements was long broken when the Graham family appeared with their wind element. Now another two new elements have appeared. This further strengthen his belief that the five elements of nature weren't everything, but it didn't mean it was flawed either.
The wise sages of old had inputted much thought into everything to form the theory of the five elements with profound truths behind it. The five elements indeed formed a perfect cycle and had wide range application, but it didn't mean there were only five elements.
This was a misperception people imposed upon themselves when they hear 'the five elements.' Just by visual perception alone, one could definitely see more than five elements. There were also light and darkness. The illusory space and time were also elements.
So, in truth there was there was many elements, but humans could only come in contact easier with the laws of the five elements. The higher-level elemental laws were harder to perceive, but they do exist.
"For this lass to have two elements of higher order, she must have something special about her body." Marquis Wyatt eye's glowed with excitement. He had to meet this person.
He was an associate professor at the Crawford University and the study of the elements was his focus in his spare time. After all, he was still the head of a family and needed to manage it.
However, he had been studying the general marquis' wind ability for years and felt he was on the verge of a breakthrough. He was just missing a final step; an inspiration or enlightenment perhaps.
The wind ability had left a profound impression on his and the general marquis-duke synchronized attack during the previous night further strengthened his conviction to awaken the wind ability. The wind ability would complement his fire ability.
Carson suddenly felt something was wrong with the marquis. Where was the rage? The anger? It seemed to have been replaced with excitement instead?
"Ehm… alright kiddo, where is the Saintess right now?" Marquis Wyatt asked, while trying to keep his excitement in check.
"Should be in the commoner's camp… I think?" Carson said hesitantly.
Marquis Wyatt left without a further word.
Carson looked at the servant at the side with confusion and asked, "What's going on? Can I leave now?"
The servant looked at him, equally confused and unsure of how to answer the young noble.
'I don't know, dude. You're asking the wrong person. I'm just a servant.' The servant wanted to say, but in the end, he just shrugged his shoulders helplessly.
…
The commoner's camp was set up on the outskirt, west of the Capital along a highway that leads all the way to the western frontier. The location was chosen after careful deliberation due to the easy transport of supplies with heavy trucks along the main road.
Right now, there weren't nearly enough tents to accommodate all the commoners, but many campfires were set up to counteract the chilly morning breeze. Supplies were still on their way and it would take some time before the settlement was complete.
Along the main road, closer to the Capital, the miner's camp was already set up with a capacity to hold two thousand miners. The layout was neat and orderly, with higher quality tent and food. Indeed, the preferential treatment of the miner's camp was much better than the commoner's camp.
This was the natural order of life. The diligent will be rewarded.
At this moment, in the commoner's camp, Aria and her parents had a tent to themselves under zealous urging of the commoners. Although they repeated refused the good intention, the commoners were determined. As such, they had no choice but to accept the graciousness of the commoners.
"Where did your lover go? Isn't he supposed to be the prince? How can he let us stay in this temporary camp?" Aria's mother, Karen asked curiously. She had no other intention when she was asking this.
"Leon… should be busy. He would definitely come for us when he is free." Aria answered
"We'll see." Her father, Craig said shortly.
For some reason he was unconvinced that his daughter's sweetheart could be the prince. The prince was royalty. Why would he favor his daughter? Not that he was looking down on his daughter, in fact, his believed his daughter had every qualification to be favored by royalty. It's just that they were commoners and there were complications when it comes to royalty-commoner union.
Nobles and royalties cared a lot of their faces, so they normally wouldn't consider commoners as a love-companion.
The family of three continued having small talks, when suddenly a powerful voice was heard from outside their tents, causing them to have a change of expression.
"Marquis Wyatt is here! Where is the Saintess?"