Reborn As A Nephilim: The Rise of A Manaless Prince

"Did you just say… Arvell?"

Wilfried flinched but then slowly nodded his head.

The second girl let out a long sigh.

"You realize that there are like… countless people sharing that name, right?"

The first girl hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands.

"I-I humbly apologize; I got carried away."

A sombre smile formed on Wilfried's lips.

"It's okay, I know."

*CLANG*

Everyone turned their attention to the arena to see a cloud of dust kick up.

"Arvell sent James flying!"

Zen's face lit up as he watched Arvell kick off the ground to continue his assault while in midair.

Even Angela was caught off-guard by these developments.

"He managed to send James flying? How many people can even do that? I understand he's holding back but still..."

Duke Verlice watched the fight play out with an intrigued expression

"To think he would sever James's connection with the ground. Quite the brain this kid has."

Being a user of the Earthen Armour technique, he knew firsthand how hard it was to counter.

As long as the user was in contact with the ground, they could almost endlessly repair their armour.

The only cost was that maintaining it burned through mana.

But if they could bait their enemy to waste their abilities first, they could tire them out first and then beat them.

Basically, turning the fight into a test of endurance.

With Arvell being more than a full circle below James, there was no way he could outlast him.

He simply didn't have the resources to.

Thus sending him into the air was by far the best decision he could make.

The group watched the fight play out with bated breaths.

While a fight of this level was far below the level of the adults in the room, watching how this played out was quite interesting for them.

"The winner of the match is Arvell Silvanus!"

Miles's voice echoed through the bleachers as the group looked at Arvell with awe.

"I can't believe he actually beat James! That kid is really something else."

Duchess Verlice muttered in disbelief.

Duke Verlice nodded in agreement.

"That kid is a rare gem. Make sure to polish him well."

Wilfried gave a small smile.

"That was our intention from the beginning."

"Arvell… Silvanus." The first girl muttered under her breath.

This was someone to keep an eye out for.

From what Duke Silvercolt said, he seemed to have strong ties with their house.

He was an extremely valued person to their family.

'But… That silver-haired boy seems familiar….'

The first girl shook her head to try and clear her thoughts.

'He and Arvell are two different people… Even if they share the same name. I can't let myself be bound to the past. I need to move on, just like Keara told me."

*CREAK*

The doors to the bleachers opened, interrupting her train of thought.

When she turned her head toward the doors, she saw a man wearing a feathered barret enter the bleacher section.

Walking up to the group, he politely bowed his head.

"Milady, you are being summoned."

The first girl nodded her head before turning to the two dukes.

"It seems our meeting will have to be cut short for now. I hope to see you all later."

She politely courtesied before following the man with the barret as he left the bleachers.

The other girl and their fully armoured bodyguards followed suit shortly after.

"To think we would find her here…" Wilfried muttered.

"From what I hear, she frequents Noble's arena quite often. Taking on herself to learn how to improve her fighting style by watching others," Duke Verlice added.

"Oh? That's quite diligent of her. Striving to further improve themselves is a trait all youngsters should have."

*CLANG*

Wilfried turned his head in the direction of the noise.

"It seems we need to congratulate the two on a splendid fight."

Arvell slowly walked into the bleacher room and then looked around.

However, the turquoise-haired girl he saw before was nowhere to be seen.

'Where is she? She was just here!'

Unfortunately, no matter how much Arvell searched, he couldn't find a trace of her.

It was as if she had disappeared into thin air.

Looking for answers, Arvell walked over to Zen.

He was there when she was, so if anyone had answers, he did.

As he approached the group, they all stood and gave him applause.

"That was an excellent fight! The way you turned it around was nothing short of awe-inspiring! I'm sure I would've lost pretty badly if it was me instead of you!"

Zen showered Arvell in praises, prompting the latter's eyebrows to twitch in annoyance.

However, he kept up appearances, so he returned Zen's compliments with a polite smile.

While he was happy with Zen's compliments, he had bigger fish to fry right now.

He needed to find where the girl disappeared too!

Arvell looked atZen dead in the eyes.

"Zen, do you know where the girl that just came here went? The one with turquoise hair?

Zen tilted his head to the side.

"Ah, you mean her royal highness, Princess Lillianna?"

Arvell nodded his head.

He hadn't seen her in over 5 years, but he could still identify her with just one look.

Turquoise hair wasn't an ordinary colour, so seeing someone in Noble's area with turquoise hair was a dead sign that they were royalty.

Moreover, she didn't change much in those 5 years.

At least appearance-wise.

Angela smiled ruefully when she heard Arvell's question.

"You just missed her. She was just here a second ago," Angela motioned with her head towards the bleacher doors, "She was summoned by the king, so she had to go."

'Shoot… I was just a few moments late!'

Lykos sighed audibly.

'Don't worry; you'll have countless opportunities to see her in the academy. I feel like you left quite the first impact. After all, you did technically best a third-year student.'

'I guess you're right about that. Plus, it wasn't like I could walk up to Lily upright and tell her I'm still alive.

First, there are far too many people around, and secondly… I don't know if she still considers me a friend.

After all… Our countries did go to war.'