Chapter 173: Chapter 155 You are not Ash Heath at all
Watching the visitor before him, Selin abruptly stood up. The Blood Moon streamed through his hair, illuminating half of his astonished face.
“You… why would you…”
“It’s probably just to see the expression on your face right now.”
Ash chuckled, “‘Ash Heath, who had never learned swordsmanship, faced an arrogant Elf Swordsman in battle and miraculously defeated him. After escaping from prison, he found the person who framed him and began his revenge, thus starting a life full of ups and downs’—what do you think of this script?”
“By the way, don’t make any sudden moves, or my fingers might slip.”
Selin suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and warm liquid began to seep into his collar.
“Don’t look down, or your head might fall off,” Ash said seriously, his right hand forming a sword finger pointing at the Elf professor.
He pulled out a long sword from under his tongue, propping it on the ground, his ‘Sword Barrier’ Technique Spirit, Miracle, was already ready.
Selin glanced down, “Heart Sword… Valcas’s Heart Sword Technique Spirit? I see, I was wondering why Valcas, being such a meticulous elf, would make the mistake of missing by ‘just a little’ when trying to kill someone—on the contrary, it seems more likely that he did it on purpose, he’s always loved showing off since he was young.”
Ash was taken aback, “…he’s always loved showing off?”
“Yes, like scoring one more point than the previous exam, or doing a handstand on one finger for balance, or turning the tables in a swordsmanship competition only after losing 10 points… He’s always been obsessed with his own talent, wanting to be a dazzling hero, always looking to increase the difficulty to draw everyone’s attention.”
Selin’s eyelids were half-lowered, “He’s always been a mischievous and proud child.”
Ash’s pupils dilated slightly, “You… what’s your relationship with Valcas?”
Selin slightly tilted his head, allowing a cut on his throat from the Heart Sword to bleed, “I know what you’re thinking… I was once a teacher at the Jade Dragon Orphanage, I taught for thirty-one years, hmm, it’s now been renamed the ‘Jade Garden.’ In my second year of teaching, the Church brought six Elven children—among them was Valcas Uer.”
“His name was my choice, meaning ‘free water lily.’ As a rule, Elves change their names after leaving the orphanage, like how I chose my own name, which means ‘gorgeous iron begonia.'”
“He didn’t change his name, which means he quite likes it, and also signifies…”
Selin pressed his right hand to his left chest, “He respects me, his guardian teacher who watched him grow up from a child.”
Even though Ash had already anticipated that Selin’s relationship with Valcas was out of the ordinary—after all, the Resentment Valcas showed in front of Ash was unmistakably deep, signaling a hatred as vast as the sea, not simply a matter of common interests.
But Ash never imagined their relationship would be this close!
“Then why did you… send Valcas to the Blood Moon Judgement?”
“What a strange question, Heath, very strange.” Selin remarked, “He broke the law, was imprisoned, and sent to Judgement—it was all deserved, all entirely reasonable. It was his own missteps that led to his downfall, so why do you speak as if I killed him?”
“Cut the act. After hearing Fernand’s speech a few days ago, do you think I’d take your nonsense seriously?” Ash sneered, “With your high position, good use of authority, you wrap personal motives in the guise of public duty, hidden within official matters—you can indeed achieve your goals within the scope of legality; this is all just ‘a little whim of power.'”
“What I want to know is, with such a deep connection to Valcas, how could you resolve to eliminate him? Just because he didn’t do his job properly, not killing me in a fight to the death? Just to make sure I’d die during the Blood Moon Judgement, you threw him into the Judgement Series as well, to meet his end alongside me?”
“‘Just’?” Selin’s face revealed rare irritation, “I was quite serious about murdering you! I did everything in my power, I exhausted all my resources, and you dismiss all my efforts and determination over these days with a simple ‘just’!?”
The Elf’s sudden outburst forced Ash to step back—if he didn’t, the Heart Sword would cut through the Elf’s throat! Selin was disregarding his own safety, jutting his head forward towards Ash as if Ash’s words had struck a minefield!
“Calm down, Professor Selin,” Ash wasn’t even sure what he was saying anymore, “Let’s talk this through slowly, don’t move rashly. I didn’t want things to develop to this point either.”
In an instant, their positions reversed; Ash, the would-be assassin, became humbled, while Selin, the victim, appeared triumphant—this was because Ash realized his ‘threat’ was not as effective as he had imagined.
He thought that, once he successfully held the Heart Sword to the Elf’s neck, only two scenarios were possible—
The Elf would rather die than submit, and Ash would be forced to grant him release;
The Elf would be begging for his life, and Ash would complete a satisfying revenge.
But Selin’s reaction was completely unexpected.
He was surprised, but not afraid; though he didn’t fear death, he didn’t mind leaking information to Ash.
Ash had thought that Selin was preparing some sort of counterattack Miracle, ready to decapitate him the moment Selin made any move, stopping him in his tracks right at the “farting stage.”