Chapter 363 The Suspicion
As the Vandorian soldiers retreated, signaling a victory for the Highlanders, the air filled with cries of triumph. Chiron watched from a distance as they hoisted Barbara onto their shoulders, her name echoing in their victorious shouts. In the midst of this jubilation, Abel materialized beside him, seemingly from nowhere. Chiron sensed his presence but chose to ignore it, maintaining his stoic gaze on the celebration.
Abel, however, broke the silence. His face was serious as he turned to Chiron. "Incredible, isn't it?" he asked, gesturing towards the revelry.
Chiron turned, giving Abel a brief nod. "Yes, it is. Our Highlander Tribes are fighting back, and we are winning," he replied, his voice steady.
Abel nodded in agreement. "Yes, it is a good thing. However," he paused, eyeing Chiron with a curious tilt of his head, "you seem rather calm, not wild with joy like a typical Highlander. You're the only one not expressing any happiness over this victory."
Chiron cursed internally. Abel was right; his lack of celebration was unusual for a Highlander in such a moment of triumph. He didn't even crack a smile. Now, Abel's suspicion was evident, but Chiron wasn't about to reveal anything. He kept his composure and faced Abel.
"It's not my fault. I can't find joy in winning a small battle when our people still suffer under the Vandorians. I'll celebrate when we've achieved true victory and freedom." With those words, Chiron nodded respectfully and walked away, leaving Abel to ponder his reaction.
But Abel wasn't finished. As Chiron walked away, Abel moved with incredible speed, flicking his wrist and sending a throwing knife hurtling towards Chiron's back. The blade cut through the air, aiming to strike Chiron unseen.
Yet, as it neared, it inexplicably veered off course, missing him by a hair's breadth. Chiron never flinched or turned to defend himself against the stealthy attack.
"Hmmm," Abel murmured, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. He realized there was more to Chiron than met the eye. Then, without another word, he vanished back into the ground.
Around them, the Highlanders continued their raucous celebration, oblivious to the tense exchange and near-deadly throw. Chiron walked on, however, a lot of thoughts went through his mind.
Firstly, he had not expected that Abel would make such a sudden visit and secondly, he was not expecting that question.
These were all prove that he had some how gotten Abel's eyes. Chiron did not know how, after all, he had not done anything out of the ordinary and he had only had one encounter with the ambassador of the Holy church since he came to this place.
And then, they was the knife attack just now.
Chiron had to beg himself time and time again as the seconds ticked not to turn about and defend against that attack.
When the knife was thrown, two things came to his mind. The first was that this was a blatant attack, and the second was that this was a test.
But statements in this short time, were analyzed as critically as possible.
If this was a blatant attack on his person, then why was it done, and why was it done at such a time?
After all, if Abel wanted to kill Chiron, he was indeed an easy process. Chiron was only of the peak of the copper rank, and Abel was at the Bronze rank.
Surely, Chiron should be an ant in his presence.
And if he was truly to kill Chiron, would he do it in public?
In considering all these questions, Chiron immediately concluded that it was the second option. Meaning that he was not attacked because of he had been figured out, but rather, it was a test.
If Chiron had turned immediately to defend against the attack, then he would assume that Chiron was far stronger than he claimed to be which was true.
After all, how could a mere peak copper rank cultivator defend against the attack of a rank 3 Bronze cultivator.
At the same time, not defending against the attack might also mean that Chiron was so good an expect that he was able to realize the trajectory of the attack and knew that just when the knife was to stab him in the back, it would change angle in the air and miss its mark.
Nevertheless, Chiron had not dodged from the attack and walked away, leaving Abel with abundance of thoughts for him to ponder on.
At the same time, Chiron recognized the urgency for him to execute his plans.
Immediately, he made his way to find Mani.
Mani was on the ground, resting against a pole. He did not look too good. But still, he still held the mirror egg tight to his embrace.
Just as he had thought, Mani was in terrible shape. He looked beat and was in a state that showed that he had lost a lot.
Chiorn helped him unto his shoulder, "Come, lets help you get some rest."
"Thank you!" Mani muttered.
Chiron took him to a near by house, and placed him on the bed. Mani's breath was heavy. This was something that should not happen especially with what Mani was capable of doing during a battle.
However, it was so. Chiron knew that it was because of the effect that the mirror egg had on his soul.
At this moment, Chiron noticed something. The rune mark on Mani's chest glowed in a low blue hue, and as it did, his breathing settled down and slowly, he was falling asleep.
Mani grabbed Chiron by the hand, "Thank you!" he muttered before the fatigue took him and he slept off.
Meanwhile, Chiron's eyes remained on the Mirror Egg. He traced his fingers about it.
"Fate change system, how many fate points will i need to fully analyze this thing?"
>>Host will need 3.5 million fate points for a full diagostics. However, a temporary one would be 100 thousand fate points<<
"What of certain... readjustments?"
>>200 thousand points will be needed<<
"Hmmm!" Chiron nodded as he gave Hunter instructions through the dummy acting in his place back at the Chanland kingdom. "Kill two more towns for me..."
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