~The String of Fate~

Chapter 18:

"Asshole! Asshole!" The parrot in my shoulder chirped again towards Anartis.

After being body slammed into the fountain and looking up to see me in a clown outfit with a parrot flying next to me, Anartis was too stunned to speak.

Two second later he grabbed my hand and teleported me to some unknown area which was, well, unknown.

I had no idea whatsoever what this place was but Anartis simply kept dragging me along with him while the parrot chanted the list of curses I had taught it over the night while making my dress.

"Bullshit bastard! Motherfucker!" The parrot continued but Anartis simply ignored its existence as he led me down a flight of stairs and into a...

Arena...?

It was an empty arena with no audience but a bunch of scary looking people dressed in armor were waiting at the bottom.

"Your grace. Where are we- Argh!" Anartis sudden yanked me towards him and wrapped his arm around me and his leaped over the railing.

'This crazy bastard!' "This crazy bastard!" The parrot repeated my exact thoughts a moment after and we fell into the arena and surprising didn't die.

Anartis landed on the floor as he let me down while all the individuals in armor turned to us. Oh, we're fucked.

Or so I thought until moments after they began charging towards us and Anartis opened a disk shaped magic circle.

Within seconds, they ended up being slaughter and sliced to the point that their bodies were just puddles of blood splattered on the floor with no bones or anything.

My eyes widened at the sight as terror rushed in, Anartis eyes turned to me and though I felt his gaze, I couldn't bring myself to face him.

This, was what this man could... It was terrifying. Magic was terrifying.

He... Was terrifying...

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We slowly trudged back up the flight of stairs while I kept my head hung low, even the parrot had also fell silent now.

'Good... That should be enough to get her to whim the duke into breaking the engagement off.' Anartis glanced at me once more before turning back to the path forward.

'I would've done it myself... If it wasn't because of that old man.' Anartis's gaze hardened further at the thought of the chairman of the magic tower.

Anartis indeed did have the most power and authority in the magic tower as its master, and right below him, was Chairman Egulef.

He was a deceitful old man whose greed for power and money could never be quenched even if he had been given rivers of gold.

Upon over hearing the proposal Avis brought to Anartis to marry his adoptive sister, Egulef rejoiced.

Anartis reluctantly agreed due to Avis and Egulef's relentless nagging after deluding himself into thinking that she couldn't be that bad.

But it was clear now that he was sorely mistaken, despite that, he wasn't oblivious to his circumstances.

There were rules that the master of the magic tower were had to follow.

And one of which was that he'd have to get formal permission from the board to divorce a lady or break his engagement off.

Given Egulef's greed. It was clear getting permission would be near impossible since he was the head of the board as well.