The Prince in Question Is Not Stable

Chapter 62: Marcus Vs Marbas

"Good evening, everyone," Marcus greeted casually.

"Uh..." Jose was again left speechless.

’What’s good about this evening?’

But he pulled his thoughts together.

"What’s the situation, Professor Jose? If there’s a demon of this calibre, shouldn’t the holy knights already be here to assist the Amavelle?" Marcus spoke and looked at Duke Valante.

Giovanni Valante, a lean man in a dark grey three-piece suit and a golden cane. Blonde, with dark blue eyes. Behind him stood the vice president of the student council, Lisbon Valante, who was assisting her injured friend, Isabella.

The duke acknowledged Marcus’s presence.

"If it weren’t for you, we would all have...I’m afraid, lost our lives. I share my gratitude towards you, Count Marcus Rile," Giovanni said.

"An hour ago, this was a normal rift. Pretty much controlled. But things have taken a dire turn within that moment," Giovanni looked at the destroyed estate of Crescenda, and sighed.

"According to the captain of court officials, Ms Selene, the one down there who fought the calamity is a man named Janus. He appears to be a clearance six mage, but we do not know of his past or his personality."

"Janus? No wonder the signature of mana was so dense," Marcus replied.

"You seem to know of him, Count Rile." Giovanni said.

"Let’s just say he’s a friend of mine," Marcus replied, but the duke, nor any of the people, took that casually.

’Marcus Rile is friends with Clearance Six Mage?’

’And he just casually nullified an attack of that calibre too?’

Unknown to him, this...was about to be turned into global news.

"The blade here will absorb the remnants of demonic energy...I advise you and your people to move far away, if possible, leave Crescenda, and send a message to the church of Luna." He said.

"Because that demon... is still alive and well,"

"I shall comply," The duke said, and now, the whole focus of the knights, the mages and the mercenaries of Valante, was to get their people, cadets, and livestock out of the estate as soon as possible.

With a single gesture of his, all of his subjects began to move. Horses and carriages were to be prepared within minutes, because there’s no station in Crescendra.

The duke now regrets the choice of not having one due to petty environmental concerns.

Back at the town square. Or what used to be one.

Janus exhaled slowly.

His chest still ached from the impact, and the aftereffects of his own spell hadn’t fully settled either.

The centre of Crescenda has turned into a humongous crater.

But Janus’s eyes were fixed straight ahead.

The fire settled, and the circuit of his magic disappeared.

But Raum Marbas was still alive.

That demon stood there stunned after a massive attack.

His limbs were burned to rot, his clothes ceased to exist, along with his skin.

But the flesh on his body squirmed as cells began to regenerate him. His skin was the first to recover, along with the fibres of his lost limbs that stretched out to form a hand, and then got covered back in his pale white skin.

His body was draped back with the clothes made of dense demonic energy, a long, shadowy cloak that covered him.

For the first time in a while, Raum felt rage well up within every ounce of his being.

He felt infuriated.

To have taken this level of damage from a mortal...It wasn’t a wound to his body, but a wound to his pride.

"That’s unfortunate," Janus murmured.

Raum rolled his shoulder once and cracked his neck, easing the stiffness.

"Oh, you have no idea of the unfortune that I’m going to bestow upon the very being of yours," he growled.

"I’ll carve your skin out, mate you to lesser demons, have your eyes as my desert, have your skull hang like a fucking ornam-"

"Hold on," Janus raised his hand and gestured for Raum to pause.

"Before making any more plans," He said.

"I think you’ve got something else to worry about," and pointed to his right.

Raum furrowed his brows and the moment he turned his head in the direction where Janus was pointing, a black katana manifested.

In that very second of its manifestation, Raum knew that the blade was going to appear directly pierced inside his throat.

He could feel it manifesting as a hilt formed on his right, and a blade began on the other.

In that very moment, he barely avoided it and ducked by tilting his body slightly backwards.

*Shiing

*

And there it was, a black katana hovering in the air where his neck had been just a moment ago.

"Pleasure meeting you again," Marcus said as he appeared beside Janus, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Pleasure meeting you, too," Janus replied.

"Who’re you again?" he then asked.

"You might want to look inside your notepad for that." Marcus replied.

Janus nodded and took out his notepad from his inner pocket of the coat.

He flipped a few pages and read the description...

Marcus leaned in to read about himself, too.

Either slightly tanned with black eyes, or extremely fair with red eyes. Marcus Rile/Ymir Celestie of Lunar. Either a genius professor, or the youngest and dumbest prince of all. Golden Order’s custodian... gets slapped by the saintess quite often. Was able to meet Selene because of him, so he’s a friend.

"Nice to meet you again," Janus greeted again.

"..." Marcus stared at his own description.

"Can I make a few changes in that?" he asked.

"Out of limits," Janus responded, and put the notepad back in his pockets.

"...You..." Raum growled as a fine cut appeared on his neck. What made him more furious was the fact that his wound wasn’t healing.

"You think I’m a joke?"

"Janus, why do you think he’s a joke?" Marcus looked at Raum and then back at Janus, who stood up.

"He’s talking to you," Janus mumbled.

"Maybe if you avoid putting on makeup when you leave your home, we wouldn’t think like tha-"

Marcus paused mid-sentence as Raum just blurred, and aimed for Marcus’ throat. His arms turned into a fine steel blade, swinging in a horizontal arc.

Marcus stepped to his right and caught Raum’s blade-turning arm the moment it took a full swing.

He held it, coating Raum’s whole arm with his aura, and kicked to the side of his ribcage.

Raum skidded on the ground and came to a halt a little away from both of them.