Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



At that moment, Lyrian released a ruthless killing intent. It had a mix of spiritual energy from all of his created creatures.

Roswil panted heavily, as his heart felt like it came up to his throat. He looked into Lyrian's furious expression, which was enough to cause the hairs on his body to stand up.

In a low voice, Lyrian coldly spoke, "Tell me why I shouldn't let you go right now."

"Because..." Roswil paused, as Lyrian noticed his eyes dart to the side.

'He's signaling his Garr to come over... too obvious.' Lyrian mused, understanding the situation.

"Because..." Roswil continued, "Because fuck you!" He exclaimed just as the Garr's long and piercing horns came mere inches from puncturing Lyrian's back.

Anticipating this, however, Lyrian swiftly moved to the side—allowing the Garr to attack Roswil instead.

Roswil's eyes widened in shock as Lyrian let him go to be hit by his own beast. He didn't just have to worry about falling now, but also the horns of the Garr.

Time felt as though it slowed for him, as he clasped his hands together at the last moment before the Garr's horns plunged through him.

"Enhance!" He yelled, causing his body to glow green.

The Garr's struck him hard but didn't puncture through any more than his initial layer of skin. They lifted him up in the air, and the Garr couldn't stop it from sliding off the edge.

Roswil pushed the creature's head down with his arm, allowing himself to come up instead. Jumping off the falling beast's back, he landed on safe ground several meters away from the edge.

The Garr didn't get so lucky, however, falling to its demise. After a few seconds, a loud howl of pain sounded at the bottom.

Lyrian noticed that the robed boy didn't care, however. He clutched to the ground on his hands and knees, happy to be alive.

"That was close..." He said, finally standing up.

Lyrian's expression was still angry, his brows furrowed.

"You're dead now, for trying to assassinate a high noble of the Veridrake kingdom..." Roswil said angrily as he reached into his vest and took out a curved saber.

"I tried to assassinate you? You mean, you tried to kill me first."

"Dog... do not disrespect me. I hate peasants who earn some status and think they can speak back."

Lyrian didn't say anything.

"I have proof..." Roswil exclaimed. "Keaaaw!" He suddenly let out a scream.

At that moment, a parrot darted out of the forest and landed on his shoulder.

Lyrian was confused about how the parrot was proof that he tried to assassinate the fool, but he didn't show it.

Thankfully, Roswil did that himself. "This isn't any old parrot," He turned to it, "Aren't you, Risha?"

"Keeaw! You're right! I'm not!" The parrot exclaimed in a high-pitched voice.

Lyrian raised an eyebrow and squinted an eye.

"What happened here, tell me, just like how you're gonna tell the school authorities!"

"Keaaw! I saw everything, and Risha tells no lies. I swear it!" The parrot exclaimed.

Lyrian let the parrot continue, wanting to hear what it would say.

"Lyrian Theageld, oh I swear it! He randomly saw our lord Roswil and attempted a malicious assassination! For what reason I know not!"

Lyrian gripped the hilt of his sword, "How fucking annoying..." He mumbled.

'What do I do here? If I beat him up, then it will be supportive of the parrot's bull shit story...'' He mused, looking at Nova. 'If only you could talk as well.'

"You're dead meat. I'm going to beat you so bad that you would have wished your little peasant parents would have never met in some brothel or wherever peasants meet nowadays. I wouldn't know, since, I'm not a peasant, you see." Roswil had a cunning smile on his face as he spoke.

Lyrian clenched his jaw. 'I have no other choice. He's gonna report me anyways... so I might as well beat him up in the process.'

After making this decision, he smiled. He no longer had any stress about the situation.

"Nova... get that little shit," Lyrian exclaimed, looking at the parrot.

Nova knew what to do immediately, and jumped off of Lyrian's shoulder toward Risha.

"Sending your little stupid bird huh? Bad decision!" Roswil yelled, lifting his sword to cut Nova in half.

Nova didn't focus on that, as if he knew the sword wasn't going to hit him. As it neared mere inches from his body, the sword was struck back by an obsidian blade.

Nova slammed into the parrot, as they quickly entered the sky for an aerial battle. As this happened, Lyrian and Roswil began to exchange a series of blows.

"Using Enhance as well huh!? Well, that's too bad, you won't ever be able to get through my blade, no matter how strong you are!" Roswil exclaimed.

His strength wasn't something to scoff at. He was a second year after all, and it was clear to see that his sword expertise was higher than Lyrian's.

After a few seconds of clashing blades, Lyrian began to get outworked in terms of footstep placement and was pushed back.

A smile donned Roswil's face, "Ha... haha!" He laughed like a maniac. "You don't know how to use the sword at all! You're pathetic!" He yelled.

"What did I expect!? You're a peasant, after all. Look at your blade! It's made of obsidian! Pahaha!"

He began pushing Lyrian back further.

"Shadow Puppet."

Suddenly, Roswil's body halted to a completely frozen stance. His expression stayed the same, but he was in horror--unable to express his feelings.

His eyes, however, seemed to be able to move around. They showed deep desperation and shock inside of them, darting around frivolously.

Lyrian's shadow had connected to his in a mere second. Stepping forward, he raised his obsidian blade. Roswil raised his saber in the air as well, his eyes following it with absolute horror.

Finally, Lyrian swung it above his head! Roswil's blade also swung mere millimeters above his head, shaving the middle of his head clean bald.

Roswil's eyes began to turn red as Lyrian broke out into a peal of laughter out of nowhere.

"Ha...hahaha!"

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