Chapter 382 Brother and Sister
“Brother…”
The young girl’s slender fingertips, like bamboo shoots after rain, gripped the staff held in her arms slightly, raising her big eyes to look at the young man close at hand. A delicate voice softly came from her lips.
Although, since going to learn from Lichen, Shiel had very little time to be with the young man each year, and her realm and strength far surpassed him.
But at this moment, standing in front of Ig, seeing him give a familiar smile and the usual gesture of stroking her head, Shiel still felt a long-lost familiarity and sense of security.
…Just like many times, Brother had smiled as he always did, standing by her side.
Shiel’s snow-white teeth lightly touched her thin lips, and then her slender hand grabbed his sleeve: “Brother, why did you suddenly do this… is it because of me?”
Ig smoothed a strand of hair that had been slightly disheveled by the wind for her. His lowered eyes saw the anxious look in her raised snow-white pupils, and a gentle smile curved his lips:
“After all, I don’t want you, Shiel, to fall into the hands of that bastard. What Father couldn’t do, I’ll do.”
“But, Brother… he’s Douglas…”
Shiel’s slender fingers tightened on the staff, and her anxious expression in her snow-jade little face deepened.
Shiel had known for a long time that she had an engagement with the person named Douglas.
However, facing something that even her father was powerless against, Shiel could only pretend not to care and try her best to become stronger.
But Brother, suddenly now…
Shiel bit her red lips, her little hands pulling Ig, and she suddenly lifted her little face forcefully: “Brother, Douglas, his name, I heard it many times when I was at the academy. Although he has never been to Aris, he was personally taught by His Majesty the King… I heard many teachers say that his strength is even greater than Senior Elishia!”
“Elishia…”
Ig thought of that knight girl, known as the “Golden Flower,” noble and luxurious, yet gentle.
However, in their not-so-long but intimate interactions in Rubiel City, what left a deeper impression on Ig was her pure and powerful sacred magic filled with infinite light—even on the entire continent, there were very few, if any, peers who could compare with Elishia.
Ig, of course, knew that he was not in that category.
Ig touched the girl’s soft hair and said with a smile, “Shiel, I know what you’re saying.”
“Then Brother you—”
Shiel anxiously raised her little face and spoke. But her voice stopped, her snow-gem eyes falling on the young man’s face.
In her eyes, Ig’s cheeks still showed a smile, but his demeanor remained unchanged, like a vast expanse, carrying immense determination.
“Miss Shiel.”
A deep, middle-aged male voice appeared. Yagmein’s footsteps made heavy sounds on the ground. He suppressed the emotions in his heart as much as possible, looking at the young girl in front of Ig:
“Miss Shiel, you should know what your brother is doing. My suggestion is, if you don’t want him to get hurt, persuade him to step down quickly.”
Yagmein knew that his words would have no effect on Douglas, so he had to go to Ig, the other party. Of course, as the leader of the elder branch, Yagmeian knew Ig’s character to some extent, so he focused his efforts on the young girl.
But Yagmeian did not wait for Shiel’s reply.
Ig put his arm around her, shielding the girl behind him, and raised his face to look directly at the so-called uncle he had long wanted to tear apart: “Yagmeian, this is my choice. It’s useless for you to say anything to Shiel.”
The middle-aged man in the black robe was stunned. Yagmeian did not expect Ig to call him by his name at this moment, and his brows immediately furrowed:
“Ig, even if you are the patriarch’s son, disrupting the assessment order at this time will likely lead to you being expelled from the clan!”
“Yagmeian, your threat was already stated by the Grand Elder just now. Don’t you have any more words?”
Ig said with a sneer, raising his eyes: “I said, I’m standing here, challenging him, not for the title of young patriarch or the Landislofen family. Even without the so-called martial arts tradition, I would still stand here, pointing my sword at Douglas… just because Shiel is my sister!”
Ig’s voice carried to the distance, and the air was solemn.
Even in the arena, many people looked at the scene in disbelief. The young man, who had always been labeled as “trash,” did not know why he could exude such an aura.
Even Yagmeian’s face turned ashen.
Ig suddenly raised his head and sneered, “Yagmeian, the cause you pursue is worthless in my eyes.”
“You damn brat, you truly court death!”
Even with Yagmeian’s temperament, hearing Ig’s ridicule, he couldn’t help but become furious. But after all, he was the leader of the elder branch who had competed with Marquis Mays. He finally took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his chest:
“Miss Shiel, I don’t think you’d want to see Young Master Ig doing something foolish here, would you…”
“No.”
The girl mage suddenly slightly raised her head, shaking her head.
Pure ice-blue magic flowed on the staff tightly gripped by the girl. Rows of complex magic inscriptions shimmered, and the activated magic crystals began to glow with a gorgeous sheen, illuminating the expression on the girl’s exquisite little face.
As the ice magic flowed, the warmth in the air decreased at a perceptible speed, even freezing into tiny ice crystals.
“This is what Brother did for me… Since that’s the case, then let me fight alongside my Brother.”
The girl’s slightly tender, yet incredibly clear voice, cut through the icy air in the air that seemed about to freeze. Shiel, holding her staff, walked forward firmly, looking at Ig’s face.
“In that case, you truly live up to being Miss Shiel.”
Behind Yagmeian, Douglas, with red hair and black robes adorned with luxurious gold and red markings, stepped forward, laughing.
Looking at the girl Shiel standing in front of Ig, he rested his chin on one hand, and his molten-red gem-like golden-red pupils showed a hint of amusement:
“I’ve heard for a long time that Miss Shiel’s ice magic is already extraordinary, and you’ve even mastered the Saint-level Silent Spell. Such achievements have even earned praise from Archmage Vicena in the royal court…”
“However, looking at it now, it seems I underestimated Miss Shiel.”
Douglas’s voice was as clear as his appearance, making it difficult not to like him. But Ig forcefully pressed on the sword in his hand, his gaze fixed on the other’s pupils.
The red-haired youth suddenly smiled at him again.
“This way, Ig, I’ve thought of an idea. Coincidentally, I also want to witness Miss Shiel’s magic… How about, for the subsequent battle, you and Miss Shiel go together!”
