Chapter 168: 167 Turns Out Not to Be the Protagonist? (Please subscribe! Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
The scene before her rendered Shane speechless.
At this moment, Tielle no longer had the indifferent and unwelcoming aura she usually exuded; instead, she was surrounded by sadness, nostalgia, and what seemed to be intense hatred.
The evidence was that Tielle, unnoticed, had gripped her favorite blade tightly as if wishing to plunge it into someone’s heart, her slender arms trembling.
Shane could imagine the whirlwind of emotions that were entangling Tielle’s heart at that moment.
It made Shane feel that continuing to stay and watch might not be a good idea.
Thus, he prepared to turn and leave.
But just then, Shane felt the presence of many unfamiliar magic powers which made him stop in his tracks.
Tielle, with the “Enemy Detection” skill, immediately sensed the hostility directed toward her, and the sad aura around her vanished instantly, replaced once again by her usual coldness.
“Yo, long time no see.”
With a voice carrying a mocking tone, a group of people encircled Tielle.
Leading them was a knight, dressed far too lavishly, even more so than a parvenu like Magre, clutching a sword in his hand, his face full of sarcasm and arrogance.
It seemed that everyone around was the guards of this noble young master, each carrying weapons and looking at Tielle with malevolence.
Tielle coldly observed the scene, casting an emotionless gaze at the leading noble.
The noble clicked his tongue mockingly.
“I can’t believe you dared to come back. I thought you’d hide forever in some backwater, never daring to return to the Royal Capital.”
The voice of the young noble was filled with insults toward Tielle and an unmistakable hatred that anyone could clearly perceive.
The noble despised Tielle, his gaze upon her as if he wished to tear her to shreds.
Tielle made no response.
Or rather, it seemed she had grown accustomed to the hatred of others, as she spoke up.
“…I warn you only once, disappear from here.”
Tielle’s words were cold.
“Me, disappear?” The noble laughed in anger, venomously retorted, “The one who should disappear is you! You who carry the blood of sinners!”
The term caused Tielle’s grip on her blade to tighten suddenly.
Yet, Tielle made no retort, as if holding back something, and spoke again.
Tielle’s voice was low.
But of course, the noble wouldn’t comply.
“I told you, you’re the one who should disappear!” The noble roared back, “Today, I will avenge my brother and those killed by your mother!”
At the command of the noble, the surrounding guards armed with weapons all rushed toward Tielle.
Tielle suddenly found herself under attack from all sides, her situation seemingly dire.
Under the vibrating sound in the air, red Magic Light burst from the blade in Tielle’s hand.
In an instant, Tielle used the “Magical Sword” skill, unleashing a Slashing at the attacking guards.
Instantly, like a red bolt of lightning, the blade imbued with the light of the “Magical Sword” cut through the air, touching the weapons of the attacking guards.
The sound of shattering resounded, and the guards’ weapons were simultaneously cut into pieces by Tielle’s “Magical Sword.”
The attacking guards only saw a flash of red before their weapons broke apart, shocking them and causing them to hastily stop their advance.
The noble was also taken aback, unable to believe the scene unfolding before him.
Tielle then issued a warning while holding the “Magical Sword.”
The words were still icy, but this time they carried a hint of murderous intent.
The noble scion’s face twisted with humiliation and hate.
Yet, seeing the shimmering blade of the “Magical Sword” in Tielle’s hand, fear was evident in his eyes.
“She… she actually learned how to wield the ‘Magical Sword’…! It’s only been a year since she left… Why has she become so strong…!?”
The noble scion was filled with shock, or rather, an unwillingness to believe this fact.
But reality often prevails over eloquence, and it was useless for the noble scion to refuse to acknowledge it.
It seemed Tielle couldn’t be bothered to say anything else, she lifted her foot and was about to walk towards the noble scion.
The noble scion immediately let out a pitiful shriek, unable to help taking a step back.
Realizing he could not possibly handle Tielle and that there was danger to himself, the noble scion finally started to think of retreating.
“Don’t think that this is the end!” he yelled. “Just wait and see! Someone will deal with you, you sinner’s daughter!”
Leaving behind such words, the noble scion walked away with his entourage in tow, looking dejected.
Tielle watched them leave, the “Magical Sword” in her hand slowly vanished.
However, Tielle did not lower her guard, but turned to another direction.
“Come out,” Tielle said. “I know you’re there.”
Her words were met with silence.
It wasn’t until a little while later that a figure appeared.
Shane stood in front of Tielle, his expression somewhat awkward.
Tielle said nothing, just looked at him, putting a lot of pressure on Shane.
“Um… how did you find me?”
Shane could only awkwardly bring up the topic.
Tielle still said nothing, staring at Shane until he was on the verge of breaking down, then she finally looked away.
“When those guards attacked, you subconsciously wanted to rush out to help me, didn’t you?” Tielle said without inflection in her voice. “That’s when I noticed you.”
It seemed that Shane’s action had caused the “Concealment” Skill to fail.
After all, the ability only worked when one was lurking in stealth, and as Shane intended to rush out and expose himself, the skill naturally ceased to function.
“…I was only trying to help you, wasn’t I?”
“So why are you here?”
Instead, Tielle issued a soul-searching question.
“…Would you believe me if I said it was a coincidence?”
Shane chuckled nervously.
Tielle stopped talking immediately, she glared at Shane and then, as if giving up on pursuing the matter further, turned her back to continue gazing at the grave in front of her.
Tielle seemed to whisper something inaudible to the grave, then turned around and walked away.
Shane hurried to follow but didn’t know what to say.
At that moment, Shane began to gripe in his mind again.
(I keep saying I’m not the protagonist, right?)
If he were the protagonist, at times , he would be able to talk to the girl with ease, offer comfort, and get her to share her innermost thoughts.
But comforting people was not Shane’s forte; if anything, he was better at aggravating them.
Of course, if it were limited to the cheesy lines he had seen in books, Shane wouldn’t say he was incapable of them.
But could he bring himself to say them?
Shane was conflicted.