𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 || 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

Chapter LVII: Heir of House Vaude

Bonds of Dawn Pt. 4

LANGRIS WAS PRETTY SURE that his attacks had hit Yuno in the air, and his body would’ve crumbled with holes as large as Finral’s last Royal Knights Entrance Exam. But the next second was a blur to him when he realized that Yuno’s figure was just an afterimage, and suddenly a green bright sword was pointed at his throat—the final confirmation that he lost the match.

Langris’ body stiffened as Yuno lowered his sword, gaining some distance as he processed what had happened. He lost the sparring match he started in the first place. He intentionally wanted to lose at first, but Yuno provoked him into bringing out his all—yet in the end, he still lost.

The sun had set into the horizon. The rest of the Golden Dawn members who watched the match were now standing beside them, looking down at him who was knelt to the ground, clutching his ripped robe.

“What’s the face for? If you want to laugh, then laugh,” he said to Yuno, annoyance evident in his voice. “I gave it my all and I still lost to you.”

“You only got serious in the middle of the match,” Yuno answered. “You intentionally tried to lose at first.”

Langris faced him. “I guess you saw right through me. That’s right. I was going to intentionally lose to you and leave the Golden Dawn.” He scoffed. “But now what? I actually tried, but I still pathetically lost to you.”

Yuno argued that he did not win the match easily, that he actually struggled fighting Langris, but did that even matter? For Langris, only the results mattered. And the only result that mattered was that he should win at all costs.

“You won and I lost!” He declared, standing up in finality. “Which just means I’m going to leave the Golden Dawn. As promised.”

“I don’t remember making that prom—”

“Maybe you don’t, but I do,” Langris interjected, starting to walk away from Yuno.

“You can’t be serious!” He said, but there was no stopping Langris back. He lost fair and square, and he always meant to leave from the start.

“Take care of the Golden Dawn for me,” was the last thing Langris said before he left the Golden Dawn.

Many thoughts ran wild in his mind as he packed his things. Firstly, he knew that running away would anger his parents. He had talked about it to Miss Finesse, his supposed fiancee, and encountered Finral in the process. Their support had urged him more to go, and he couldn’t care less at this point what his parents would say. This was for himself. Not for others.

Second, there were doubts that protested this very reckless decision. Everything he had worked hard for to rise in the ranks of the Golden Dawn was put to waste, much more given to the boy he despised most of the time he was here. But then again, he knew Yuno would handle the position of Vice Captain far better than he could.

And third—he didn’t know where to go. He had never really planned this self-exile. After all, how would a noble heir survive far away from the world he used to know? Regardless, he put on his navy blue rucksack, not expecting much on the journey ahead of him, but secretly wishing and anticipating that it would be one heck of an epic adventure, where he would grow stronger as a mage—and as a person.

He certainly didn’t expect that his exile would include having a staredown with a one year old baby, who glared at him like he had eaten all his treats, like he was the villain of his life. For Wrenlark of course, Langris was a nuisance, a patch of dirt in his eyes.

Langris did not step down from the staring contest. He was never raised to be a quitter—well, before he decided to leave the Golden Dawn. Yet five minutes had passed and he was pretty sure every dust had gathered on the surface of his eyes, having no choice but to blink. He groaned at Solene in frustration.