Poller increased his steps trying to catch up with him.
"Seriously your highness you shouldnât try just helping anyone especially in this competition, " he started his tone almost chastising, "youâll never know if theyâll try attacking you."
Poller didnât notice that he himself was getting more and more comfortable around Atheline. He rarely socialised except with the guards under him.
Athelineâs lips slightly curved into a small smile out of his sight. He was interested in the manâs element. Space elemental manipulators were rare and most of them surrendered themselves to nobles since they got better pay and recognition but he seems to have found a rogue one.
From his official clothing, he already knew the man was a guard around the Spitting Harrows, which meant he was basically exiled for life. It wouldnât hurt to have a space manipulator in his circle.
He had seen how space manipulators could become incredibly overpowered as they increase in rank. The ability to manipulate space itself wasnât something to play with.
Lilith was the best example herself.
"Your highness...?" Poller called skeptically as he didnât get an immediate response.
Atheline glanced back at him, brow raised.
"Yes... Iâve seen some participants killing each other earlier before I saw you," he remarked.
This stumped the man down with how nonchalant he was about the whole thing.
"And before you ask me, I didnât save any of them. Heard it was something of a grudge, a fight to the death or something," he added dismissively," thatâs not really my cup of tea."
Atheline stopped abruptly and turned but Poller ran straight into him forcing both of them to take a step back.
"Whatâs got you so preoccupied youâre not looking where youâre going?" He jokingly asked.
Poller laughed awkwardly while rubbing the back of his neck.
"I apologise your highness, I was lost in thought. "
Atheline chuckled softly.
"Happens to the best of us."
"But your highness, youâre walking so carefree in the forest what if a monster or something breaks your barrier and attacks you!?"
Rolling his eyes, Atheline turned and continued forward leaving the shocked Poller to hurriedly follow after him.
"Just be thankful that I saved you, stop yapping about a nonsensical hypothesis that would not come true."
Atheline rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache. He briefly closed his eyes and the small pain slowly dissipated.
"Yes, your highness. "
"Good. Now where do you wish to go?"
"I... I donât know your highness... I donât even know our current location," he said his voice lowered.
He glanced around but everything was just darkness and trees. The fact that they werenât getting attacked didnât make him comfortable at all.
"Weâre heading to the outskirts, you were at the border. A few steps and you would have entered the centre," Atheline said," do you want to go back to the outskirts or you can stay around these parts. Most of the monsters here are mid-grade."
Pollerâs eyes widened. He couldnât believe he had wandered so far off his planned area. His gaze stayed on Athelineâs back for a moment, just thinking about his escaped death.
If the greedmire hadnât attacked him, something else would have.
"Iâm not really sure... I have to kill monsters," he said in resignation his voice dying down at the last words when he realised his goal in joining the competition.
He could already imagine his current rank while the man in front of him was ranked second. There was definitely no way the third would have caught up to his rankings at the moment.
This was probably why Atheline was so carefree in the forest. He had no competition except for the top rank while here he was, pitifully falling down the rankings with each passing second.
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May be i should hold onto him,â
the thought passed through his mind but he shook it away,â
thatâs despicableâ
The man in front of him, had killed a high-ranking monster with one shot, showing his capability. He had immense power and could easily pass the competition.
And what about him...
The realisation came crashing down. His steps slowed down until they came to a stop. The lack of footsteps notified Atheline.
"Whatâs wrong?" Atheline asked him, a frown marring his face.
"I... I have to go kill, your highness. The outskirts will definitely be filled with other competitors. Is it okay if I could kill monsters around this area, " he quietly said, Atheline almost couldnât hear him," You said only mid-grade would be found here?"
Atheline stared at him for a second too long causing the man to fidget lightly.
"I seem to be slacking off right now, while I am under a hundred, " he continued.
"What rank do you wish to obtain?" He asked.
"Uuh... One."
He met Athelineâs deadpan stare. He sighed a look of defeat on his face.
"Top twenty would be more than enough," he said, a depreciating laugh escaping him.
Poller was wise enough to admit defeat but only to Atheline, his saviour, while he had reluctantly accepted that losing didnât mean he couldnât find another way.
Being in the top twenty came with its own perk. Recognition and more opportunities. There was always next year, he wasnât about to give up after so many tries.
"I joined this..." he stopped himself before he could blubber some more.
He heavily sighed when he felt Athelineâs stare. He didnât know what it was but it didnât feel right.
"Thank you for your help your highness but Iâve got to go.... " he said and turned to leave when the small image stone in his pocket fell to the ground.
He hurriedly picked it up. The same hologramic images appeared on the screen the stone recognising his Aether. He was just about to put it back in his pocket but stopped.
His eyes accidentally wandered and soon landed on the rankings, he paused.
[Atheline Sunblade, 1251 points, rank 1]
He didnât know how to feel as his eyes shifted to Atheline then back to the rankings. He rubbed his eyes vigorously trying to get rid of the illusion that was happening before him.
But nothing happened the rankings even jumped by a hundred more.
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What in the worldâ
His eyes narrowed as he stared at Atheline trying to decipher if the man had been a figment of his imagination, no, he was real.
How?
"How.. wasnât it just six hundred an hour ago?" He asked particularly to himself but it sounded as though he was questioning Atheline instead.
How? Just how did the kill count jump by twice its previous amount in just an hour?