Rise of the Harem King
Chapter 134: Fallen noble

Chapter 134: Fallen noble

Fallen noble

Luiswas a mess of rage and desperation. "What are you waiting for?!" he screamed, his voice cracking. "Kill her! Do something!" His hands clenched into fists, his face red with fury and humiliation.

The sight of Alexia, the servant he had once dismissed, dismantling his team with such ease was unbearable. He couldn’t let this happen, not to him, not to a Belfort.

Kyros decided to just ignore his master and steadied his breath and gripped his sword tighter. The ground beneath him seemed to pulse with mana as he activated every enhancement he had at his disposal.

He knew now that brute force wouldn’t be enough. The girl in front of him wasn’t the same Alexia he once traded taunts with behind Luis’s back. No, this was someone far more dangerous.

The man felt fear facing such an opponent.

Alexia, on the other hand, felt the familiar surge of power coursing through her veins. Her senses were heightened to an almost supernatural degree, she was sure she would destroy her opponents.

"She’s faster than a damn blink," murmured the mage behind him, his hands already trembling.

"Focus!" Kyros barked, trying to hold the formation together.

The mage nodded, his hands trembling as he began chanting under his breath, arcane symbols glowing faintly in the air around him. The warrior shifted into a defensive stance beside Kyros...

But it was already too late.

Alexia didn’t charge, no, that would be too crude for someone like her. She vanished. One moment she stood in place, and in the next, to her enemy.

Then she swung her sword, in a faint attack at Kairos, the swordsman tried to defend, when he noticed she had actually used <Ai Slash>. The direction of the attack was Luis.

Kyros was forced to move to defend his master. At the same time, Alexia charged forward once again, swift as the wind. The memory of Luis’s sneering face, the casual cruelty in his voice, fueled her advance.

A burly warrior with a shield and a nimble mage wielding a magical shaft were the next to face her fury. The warrior braced himself, shield raised, anticipating a direct assault. The mage circled, looking for an opening.

But Alexia was no longer the same, her moves couldn’t be protected easily. With a feint to the left, drawing the warrior’s attention, she used the momentum to pivot sharply, her blade a silver blur aimed at the mage.

The woman’s lips parted to cast a spell, but the only sound that came out was the sharp clang of her blade knocking his staff away. Caught off guard, the mage barely had time to yelp before the <Moon Slash> connected.

A searing line of energy ripped across her chest, and she stumbled backward, clutching the wound, her magic shaft clattering uselessly to the ground.

"I give up," The woman finally said, afraid of the next attack from Alexia.

The warrior, seeing his comrade fall so swiftly, hesitated. Fear flickered in his eyes. He tightened his grip on his shield, but the confidence had drained from his stance.

"One left," Alexia said, slowly turning to the final member of Luis’s team, a trembling warrior who could barely hold his shield

Alexia pressed her advantage. She moved with fluid grace,closing the distance to the warrior, her blade a constant threat. He swung his shield, a desperate attempt to ward her off, but Alexia was too agile.

She sidestepped the clumsy blow and with a swift, downward strike, her fast blade bit into his unprotected leg.

A roar of pain erupted from the warrior as he crumpled to the ground. His shield fell beside him with a clang. He looked up at Alexia, his face contorted in agony and defeat.

"I can’t anymore, sorry, she is too strong..." He staggered, blood seeping through his armor, and with a defeated groan, he muttered, "I give up," before vanishing in a shimmer of light, transported to the infirmary.

Now it was just Kyros and Luis. The battlefield was eerily silent, save for Luis’s ragged breathing and the faint hum of Kyros’s mana-infused blade. Alexia turned to face her former rival, her expression unreadable.

"You, you traitor!" Luis spat seeing how Alexia was smashing his team, his voice cracking. "After everything I did for you!"

Alexia’s laughter was cold. "What did you do for me? You mean what I did for you while you spent your days in useless self indulgence?" She stepped forward, her blade pointed at Kyros. "But I’ll admit, Luis. You did one thing right."

His eyes flickered with confusion.

"You kept him." She nodded at Kyros. "A true knight. The only one here who still deserves respect."

Kyros didn’t react, but his grip on his sword tightened.

Luis’s face twisted. "Enough! Kyros, kill her!"

Kyros didn’t hesitate. He charged forward swinging his sword in a wide arc, the blade now fully infused with magical energy, sending a wave of searing light toward Alexia.

This time, she couldn’t simply phase through it, the magical nature of the attack forced her to dodge, her body twisting mid-air with an almost inhuman grace. She landed lightly on her feet, her eyes never leaving Kyros.

"You’ve improved," Kyros said, voice calm, almost respectful.

"Yes, I did," Alexia advanced forward. "But you got stuck in the same place."

Steel met steel, the shockwave from their exchange sending a gust of wind outward that kicked up dust and debris. Spectators from other groups watching from a distance ducked behind cover, stunned by the raw force of their duel.

Kyros didn’t hold back. He swung with the weight of a fortress behind every strike, his blade igniting with mana, his steps calculated to pressure her into a mistake.

But Alexia wasn’t pressured. She danced. Her movements were elegant, yet lethal, dodging at impossible angles and striking in between heartbeats.

And the blades kept dancing furiously in the air for some time. Despite the overcoming difference in power, Kyros somehow could keep his ground for so long. That was admirable.

"You really are wasted on him," Alexia said with a profound sigh.

Kyros didn’t answer, as always he was silent, just following orders, like a tool that couldn’t think for himself.

"Let me show you all I have," the man said in a sole and respectful tone.

Alexia got ready, and Kyros smirked. Surprisingly, for a brief moment, admiration glimmered in his eyes. That was the first time the woman saw so many emotions in that dump warrior’s eyes.

Then came the final strike.

Kyros launched himself forward, blade bathed in golden fire, he used his ultimate move <Heaven’s Rend.>

However, Alexia didn’t dodge. She didn’t need to.

She stepped in.

And in one fluid motion, she slipped under his blade and delivered a swift, clean strike to the side of his torso. Not fatal. But deep enough. His sword fell from his hand. Blood dripped from his side. And then, he locked up to his opponent.

She was too strong for him now. She had far surpassed his strength, that was a reality that he couldn’t deny by any means.

"You don’t have to obey him," she said quietly. "Not anymore."

Kyros’s stoic expression wavered but just for a second. His gaze flicked to Luis, then back to Alexia.However the woman didn’t have the smallest idea of what that dumb warrior was thinking about..

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Kyros lowered his sword.

"I give up." Kyros said with a hard expression.

The coin shimmered in his hand and carried him away... a bright light enveloped his body, and in an instant he disappeared from that cursed betle field, leaving his useless master behind.

Naturally, the murderous eyes of Alexia finally felt in the one she really wanted to confront. And with slow and powerful steps, she approached the rich blonde. Her aura loomed like a storm cloud.

"Y-you can’t, " he began.

"Save it," she snapped, stopping just short of him. "You lost. Just like you always do when someone isn’t cleaning up your mess."

Luis fell to his knees. The eyes of Alexia were too scary, and he felt his whole body tremble in fear. For the first time, he saw himself without anyone to act as his bodyguard. He was truly vulnerable.

The golden coin trembled in his palm, but he didn’t activate it. He at least had the courage to fight for a little bit longer.

"You can go now," she said coldly. "No one’s stopping you."

But he didn’t. Not out of defiance, but paralysis. Any compliment Alexia might have thought about his courage to stay was stupid.

He was simply too afraid to even make the decision to retreat, that was so pathetic.

Alexia approached and carved a random knife into that trash’s thigh, forcing a groan of pain out of those noble lips.

"Look at me," she said coldly, forcing the man to snap out of his panic-induced paralysis.

Luis’s breath came in ragged gasps as he clutched his bleeding thigh. His wide, terrified eyes locked onto Alexia’s unyielding gaze.

"You... you can come back..."

Alexia would have laughed, if she weren’t so angry. "This is what you think I want?" She kicked the man back to the ground, stepping on his face. "I don’t want anything with you. I plan on never needing to face your pathetic self again."

She just turned around and started walking away. That man was too weak, not worth losing any more time on...

"You... you can’t just walk away," he stammered, voice trembling. "Do you know who I am? What my family will do to you?"

Alexia paused, glancing back over her shoulder with icy disdain. "I know exactly who you are." She smirked. "You’re just a man on his knees, bleeding in the dirt."

His lips quivered, but no retort came. There was nothing left to say.

Without another word, she walked away, leaving the fallen noble’s legacy behind her, knowing he would never have the courage or strength to get up again.