"Here… take this as a… memorable gift to remind you of your son," the white angel mage raised her hand to her face before Arthur felt a gale of wind coming from there.
And the next moment the strand of hair landed in the hand of the dark angel.
"This is your last warning…" the dark angel mage growled in a low tone as if he was gritting on all of his teeth.
"Don't be like that," the white angel mage laughed shortly before adding, "you can't touch him, you can't touch me, and surely you can't touch anyone close to this brave young mage here. So, I'm curious… what is your plan exactly?"
The white angel mage didn't give the dark one any chance to say anything before Arthur watched her wave her arm in the air. A single moment of wrath turned this world upside down and brought a world of darkness here, and a simple wave of a lady's hand changed it back to what it was before.
"Just think wisely and don't try to stall for time," the white angel mage said, "if you didn't give an answer now then I will ask my successor to kill your successor."
"…" Arthur moved his eyes towards her in silence that was born out of his amazement. He never thought that the dark angel mage he captured wasn't only the son of this terrifying mage but also his successor..
That meant his value added up way too much than he even wildly thought before.
Arthur was also shocked by the expression this lady chose for him, her successor. He knew who she was, she was a while angel mage, the one who helped his grandmaster and others to arrive here and save the day.
And that made him wonder about the price his grandmaster had to pay. He also wondered if she was just saying this to solve this stalemate or she was speaking seriously.
He was a dragonair, not an angel clan descendant. How could he be the successor of such a clan he had no blood ties with?
However he pushed back all his questions and decided not to ask any for now. He had to watch this clash first and see where it would unfold.
"Your successor?" the shadow seemed to find this funny, "he is a dragonair, a mere traitor of the dragonair clan. How can he be an angel clan successor?"
"Saying this isn't any of your business will be a courtesy that I won't show to the likes of you," the white angel mage slowly said without giving any reason to the dark angel or to Arthur or to anyone else.
The silence between the two grew the tension in the air and made Arthur feel so heavy to breath. It was like the two were standing there without doing anything, however he saw it all.
The two unleashed mighty waves of energy to assault one another. However from what he could see, the two sides seemed a bit balanced, with no one having any advantage over the other.
"So you two are equal," Arthur suddenly spoke, making the two gaze up at him in silence.
The white angel mage already figured out what Arthur could see and feel, however this was the first time for the dark angel mage to realize it.
And that made him stop what he was doing while thinking back to what the white angel just declared minutes ago.
"What's your price, kid?" as he realized this, the importance and value of that hostage in Arthur's hands became far more important than before.
He always had this advantage over his advisory thanks to his son, his successor. The white angel mage never had found any successor for long years.
But now things have changed in a terrifying way for him. His successor was now severely wounded, suffering from the brutal backlash of his failure. On top of that, he couldn't amend his wounds in time because he was held captive.
And he was held captive in the hands of no one but his sword enemy's successor. That made him more infuriated, but he couldn't do anything about it.
Any wrong decision here and he would be left out all alone while his deadly enemy would enjoy a successor. He had to play it right and do what it took to have his successor back.
"What are you talking about?" but Arthur didn't follow the trap he laid for him.
"You said you will release him for a price," the dark angel mage said, "or has the white angel clan deteriorated to tell false promises and daylight lies?!"
Arthur felt the silent gazes of the silver shadow beside him. He knew the two grandmasters here knew something he didn't, and that was expected.
He knew nothing, nothing at all about the angel clans until today. So he lacked tons of information, and like that he couldn't risk taking any decision at the moment except for one.
"That offer was refused by you," Arthur calmly answered.
"Who said that?" the dark angel mage laughed, "I never said no."
"You threatened me in return," Arthur wasn't fazed by the shamelessness of the dark angel mage grandmaster in front of him, "you tried to harm everyone here, threatened even to kill me."
"I was just joking," the grandmaster laughed, "can't you tell that?"
"No, I can't tell anything away from your empty threats and twisted lies."
Arthur's response made the dark angel mage stop his laughs while silence prevailed.
"I asked for your price to hand over your hostage!" he roared and yet Arthur gave him an unexpected answer.
He yawned, a long and deep one before stretching out his body and turned to the white angel mage. "Aren't you tired? We can retreat, have a meal and some sleep."
"You…" the dark angel mage roared again and this time his aura was blocked easily by the white angel mage.
"Why are you so loud?" the lady said in a sweet tone, "we can hear each other perfectly fine from this close distance."
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