Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 36: Engagement [3]

Akamir caught it midair and twisted sharply.

Crack!

"Aahhh!!"

A sickening crack echoed as the wrist dislocated, followed by a sharp, strangled scream.

The attacker collapsed, clutching his arm.

The third boy, thinking himself clever, dove for Akamir's legs an underhanded tactic meant to bring him down by force.

Akamir jumped up and drove his knee into the attacker's shoulder as he passed beneath.

The boy tumbled to the ground, rolling twice before crashing into a marble bench.

He didn't rise.

The fourth came with a broken wine bottle.

'Where did he get that from?'

Desperation replaced technique in his swing.

Akamir didn't flinch.

He stepped forward into the attack, grabbed the boy by the collar, and yanked him hard.

The boy's momentum sent him crashing into the path of the bottle, which shattered harmlessly against his back.

The one holding the bottle stood there, stunned.

Akamir let go, twisted, and landed a swift kick to his chest.

"ARGHH!!"

The attacker went flying into a hedge, coughing leaves and curses.

Four down.

Only Kieran remained standing.

Akamir turned his head, his expression utterly calm. "Still want to call this fair?"

Kieran's fists clenched at his sides.

His jaw trembled, though whether from rage or fear, Akamir didn't care.

The garden lay in stunned silence.

Groans echoed from the fallen boys, the sharp scent of blood and crushed grass mixing with the perfume of wilting flowers.

"Say something!" Kieran snarled, shattering the moment. His voice cracked.

"You lost," he said plainly. "Again."

Kieran let out a guttural sound and charged.

Akamir met him without moving.

His palm shot out and struck Kieran square in the chest.

The blow wasn't fatal nor precise but enough to stun him.

The kind that stole the breath from a man without breaking ribs.

Kieran crumpled, wheezing, knees hitting the gravel.

"Let this be your last lesson," Akamir said, stepping past him. "Next time you bring a group, make sure they're not dead weight."

But just as he began to walk, Kieran grabbed his leg.

"Don't run, coward!!" he barked, trying to use magic to blast his legs off.

Akamir acted on instinct.

He twisted his foot free and stomped down hard on Kieran's wrist.

The light sputtered and died with a sharp crack.

Kieran howled, writhing as his magic fizzled into nothing but smoke and failure.

"You never learn," Akamir muttered, stepping and placing his legs on either side of his body.

Slowly, he knelt, grabbing his collar.

Akamir raised his face up and—.

"ARGHHH!!!"

Punched him straight on the jaw.

He raised his fist once again.

Kieran's eyes widened with the delayed horror.

"P-please—"

The second punch silenced him.

Akamir didn't hold back.

His knuckles drove into bone, breaking the symmetry of Kieran's face.

Blood erupted from his nose and lips, and a tooth was thrown across the gravel.

Another strike crushed the cheekbone. Then the next shattered cartilage.

Kieran twitched beneath him, spasming in confusion and agony, a muffled gurgle all he could manage through the blood pooling in his mouth.

It was no longer a fight. It was a warning.

Akamir exhaled once, steam rising from his skin in the cold.

Nayomi floated closer to him. "Was it necessary?"

Akamir didn't glance at her. "Well, I need to make a statement."

He grabbed Kieran by the leg.

Akamir began dragging him across the path like a sack of flour, scraping his torn clothes.

The boy groaned in broken rhythm, face a swollen ruin, whimpering through shattered teeth.

One of Kieran's friends reached out weakly, but Akamir shot him a glance so cold it froze his movement midair.

He didn't stop.

Step by step, the sounds of the garden faded behind him, replaced by the echoing creak of the estate's rear doors as he shoved them open with his shoulder.

Everyone's gaze turned towards him.

Then—.

The hall gasped.

Kieran's body left a crimson smear on the polished marble floor.

"Where are you?" Akamir mumbled as he dragged the boy across the hall.

"W-what in the goddess' name..." someone whispered.

A noblewoman backed away, her hand flying to her mouth as Akamir passed her.

A butler dropped a tray, making a broad-shouldered man look back.

The Duke of the Polama family.

Akamir moved closer before he tossed Kieran's broken body forward like a discarded offering.

His eyes met with Duke Vareon's cold eyes.

"I suggest you start teaching your dogs not to bite what they can't kill."

Akamir said, staring dead into his eyes.

"It won't be a broken body the next time someone attacks me."

Gasps and murmurs filled the hall like a rising tide.

Duke Vareon's expression didn't change, but his eyes darkened.

He took a step closer to his son.

Kieran lay twitching at his feet, blood pooling beneath his swollen face.

"I see," the Duke said finally, his voice filled with restrained anger. "You've made your point."

Akamir said nothing.

"But know this," Vareon continued, eyes narrowing. "You walk into my hall, dragging my son like refuse, do you understand what this means?"

Akamir tilted his head. "Vyavan and Polama could never work together?"

He glanced briefly at Kieran's condition—then, something passed through his gaze.

Not fatherly concern.

Disappointment.

"If I let this go unchallenged, what does that make me, boy?"

Akamir stepped forward.

"It makes you smart."

The Duke didn't flinch.

His smile, when it came, was cold and sharp as a blade.

"You're bold," he said softly. "Arrogant. Dangerous. I can see House Vyavan still hasn't completely died."

Akamir's eyes narrowed. "And you?"

Vareon raised a brow. "I have no intention of lifting a finger for a son who can't win a fair fight. If Kieran brought this on himself, then he can lie in it."

The words stunned the room.

Even Akamir's brow furrowed.

Vareon turned to the stunned butler, gesturing lazily. "Clean this up. And summon a medic before the boy chokes on his own tongue."

A few nobles stepped forward to assist and Akamir didn't stop them.

He turned to walk away, only to stop as Duke Darvin rushed towards them.

"Asher!" he snapped, glaring at him. "What is the meaning of this!?"

"Don't worry, father." Akamir replied with a slight bow. "I took care of your problem."

Darvin frowned. "What?"

Akamir looked back at Duke Vareon, who was looking at them.

"Polama Dukedom won't bully us now." he said. "They won't force us to send out troops."

Darvin stood utterly confused as to what he was talking about until—.

Clap! Clap!

Vareon began to clap and laugh loudly.

"You sure are smart, Darvin!" he said between his laughter. "Who would have thought you would use your son like this!"

Akamir calmly began to walk away, leaving them behind.

"You sure are a nasty guy." Nayomi said, floating beside him.

"You made both of them turn against each other and walked out unharmed."

Akamir shrugged. "Darvin can take care of himself. He isn't a child."

Nayomi didn't say anything as she looked at him walking upstairs.

"Where are you going?" she asked, looking at him.

"I noticed something." Akamir said softly. "Just want to confirm it."

Akamir continued to walk upstairs until he reached the top floor.

Without waiting, he began to rush towards the balcony.

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Just as he expected, someone was standing on the railing ready to jump.

Akamir began to slowly walk towards her.

"Do you need a push, princess?"

he asked, making her glance back at him.

"Would you be kind enough to do so?"

Inara requested with a sad smile.