The Moonbell Sprite hesitated for a moment, then nodded joyfully.
“Then take care of Toby first. I need to step out for a bit,” said Angel, turning away and leaving the room.
Having the Moonbell Sprite stay at the manor was also because Rolando had already signed the contract, agreeing to release others from puppetisation.
Once this matter was completely resolved, it was time for the servants left in the town to return. At that point, Angel could also free up some time to deal with Toby and Jon’s issues.
Angel walked through the long corridor and on the second-floor terrace, he saw Lyon.
“Do you need something from me?” Angel approached and asked, leaning on the railing beside him.
Lyon said in all seriousness, “Shouldn’t I be the one asking that question?”
“You’re worried I might be meditating, afraid that seeking me out would disturb me. Hence, you sent the Moonbell Sprite to find me, ostensibly to bring me water,” Angel calmly explained. “Even if my meditation really was interrupted, the blame would not fall on you but on the Moonbell Sprite, right?”
Lyon’s eyes darted away as he laughed awkwardly, “How could I possibly be that irresolute man? I’m just concerned about you.”
“Then I’m leaving,” Angel turned around without hesitation.
Lyon hurriedly said, “Wait!”
Seeing the mocking look in Angel’s eyes, Lyon pursed his lips, a face full of helplessness, “I was just thinking, the Moonbell Sprite’s hands are very light, so even if you were cultivating, it probably wouldn’t disturb you.”
“I came to you because I want to go there… cough cough, to see the Wilderness of Dreams,” said Lyon.
Angel: “Why? Didn’t you say just before that as long as Mentor Jon is there, you absolutely wouldn’t go?”
Lyon, scratching his cheek sheepishly, said, “Well, today is Tullas’s last decisive battle. I have to see who wins and who loses between him and that legendary Great Knight.”
Angel was startled, recalling something Frode had recently mentioned to him.
Tullas and that legendary Great Knight, dubbed a charlatan by him, had fought thrice.
Angel had assumed Tullas’s strength would surely secure the victory, yet to his surprise, the previous battles had resulted in one win and one loss, with the final decisive battle happening today.
Frode had said that this duel had become the most anticipated event among the residents of Originheart City these days. People even started betting on it—though, the formalities regarding currency were still being discussed by City Lord Monroe and his staff. The so-called betting was just for fun.
Angel didn’t pay too much attention to this final battle, but what piqued his curiosity was his brother Lyon’s sudden interest.
“I remember, you also watched the second match a few days ago,” Angel looked at his brother Lyon with interest, “When did you become so attentive to Tullas?”
“I’ve learned a lot of battle skills from him, and Sir Sabel’s fighting techniques are also near the transcendent threshold. I’ve heard he’s even slain a real Transcendent. I think there’s a lot to be learned from them,” Lyon earnestly replied.
Sir Sabel, the charlatan referred to by Tullas, was also one of the main protagonists of this duel.
This was the first time Angel had heard that Sir Sabel had actually killed a Transcendent.
A rare trace of curiosity also arose in his heart.
Seeing the earnestness in Lyon’s eyes, Angel nodded, “Alright then.”