Chapter140: The Arbiter
“Sir, who are you?” Tyr asked without changing his expression. The man with green curly hair was obviously caught off guard by this question, his face stiffened for a moment, then he smiled and said.
“It seems that Mr. 123 really doesn’t know. Well, since he dares to challenge billions of people, then someone like me, a small insignificant pawn, shouldn’t bother to take it personally.” As soon as the man with green curly hair finished speaking, a gloomy old man behind him stepped forward and introduced.
“This is Viscount Dimidar of the Kingdom of Karamo.”
“Dimidar? It rings a bell. Tyr couldn’t recall at first, but seeing this gloomy old man, he seemed to remember encountering him at the Magical Girl Contest…”
“So, Viscount, when do you need us?”
“Oh, nothing much, just inviting this young lady for a dance,” Dimidar said, bowing slightly to Arena, which frightened the little elf who promptly hid behind Tyr. The timid gesture amused Dimidar’s noble companions, who burst into laughter, while Dimidar remained smiling.
“I hope you’ll honor me with a dance.”
“Arena, you answer for yourself.” Tyr shrugged his shoulder, shaking off the delicate hand clinging to him. The little elf Arena had no choice but to timidly step forward.
“To be honest, Arena isn’t that shy. She’s been through crowds of billions, so it’s obviously not because of the number of people.”
The main issue was still her fear of conversing with people, Tyr judged. Despite Arena’s usual cheerful chats with himself and the other members of their group, it was evidently not enough. Arena’s journey of cultivation among humans still had a long way to go.
Arena hesitated, looking left and right, twirling her fingers through her golden hair in circles. Then she sneakily glanced at Tyr, only to be met with a glare in return.
“No, I can’t.”
Um…
Arena expressed her true feelings very directly, but in social settings, this was extremely impolite. She could have used other reasons to deflect, but bluntly refusing like this was very hurtful to someone’s pride.
Obviously, Dimidar was hurt, but years of self-discipline allowed him to maintain a stiff expression while speaking calmly.
“Oh, Miss Elf, you better think carefully. Don’t end up bringing trouble to your master.”
The threat was evident even to a fool, and Tyr sneered inwardly. Who was he afraid of? Even facing a sanctum mage like Simira, he dared to confront her head-on. Your threatening tone is all bark and no bite.
At this moment, Diaz spoke up.
“Viscount, although Arena’s response wasn’t polite, remember, not everything at the Duke’s banquet can be treated as if it were your own affair.”
“Hmph, even a defeated dog can bark with some dignity,” Dimidar’s repeated insults gradually darkened Diaz’s expression, clearly igniting a burning rage within him.
“Can I take that as a provocation?”
Dimidar’s heart skipped a beat. He was well aware of Diaz’s terror; even in his previous battles with Claude, he knew he couldn’t measure up. But he had the power by his side to utterly overwhelm his opponents. No matter how talented, arrogance would only lead to suppression!
Sensing the faint murderous aura emanating from Diaz, the gloomy old man’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward boldly, releasing a terrifying momentum.
Diaz’s demeanor shifted from gloomy to a cold smirk, and for a moment, tension hung in the air between them.
Just as Tyr contemplated whether to intervene on Diaz’s behalf, a crisp and magical voice spoke out slowly.
“Please, both of you, cease this conflict.”
Diaz was momentarily stunned, but seeing the gloomy old man on the other side retract his momentum, he also dispelled his killing intent and turned to look.
A young girl in a red dress slowly approached, her light blue hair catching the eye. Though not as beautiful as Yuehai or Xuelian, her demeanor was quite different.
“After all, it’s at the Duke’s birthday banquet. It’s forgivable that it hasn’t started yet. Now I hope everyone can understand the Duke’s predicament.”
“Damiyala?” Tyr’s expression softened slightly. He hadn’t expected the other party to intervene at this moment. He remembered that Claude had disappeared after his battle with Emperor Diaz. Now, his appearance was timely.”
“Dimidar’s face darkened slightly. At this point, because of Damiyala’s voice, many people had already turned their attention over. If he disregarded Damiyala’s advice and acted aggressively towards Diaz and Tyr again, it would indirectly be a slap to the Duke. Although he was not afraid of Duke Falexis, this was their territory. If he were too disrespectful, obviously he would suffer consequences, and his father would not stand up for him.”
“Miss Damiyala G. Mobius, you really have a broad range of concerns.”
“Heh, Viscount Dimidar, you jest. It’s just a family tradition.” Damiyala spoke elegantly, yet many people showed a hint of surprise upon hearing the name Mobius. After all, the Mobius family was the 【Judicators】, officially appointed by the imperial capital in the north of the empire, possessing the absolute authority to judge life and death of anyone outside the royal family. As long as the evidence was solid, not even a duke could be exempted.
“So, the nobles with guilty consciences fear the Mobius family, the 【Judicators】, the most. Fortunately, this time, only a young girl has come to the banquet, so they don’t have to be nervous.”
“Since Dimidar could mention the other party’s full name, he naturally knew about her formidable family. Obviously, if he were to confront them directly at this moment, he would be the only one at a disadvantage, both emotionally and logically, with no good outcome in sight.”
“But retreating now, with many noble friends watching, would surely invite ridicule in the future.”
