The Worthless Servant Who Awakened the World Eater

Chapter 8:The F-Class Servant Who Overcame An A-Class Mage

Elias Vale appeared on the scene to duel and the entire courtyard was in laughter.

All of them were gazing at him, saying, “Why, look at him!” “Does he not know the spells?“Is he just a wizard that doesn't know spells?”

Elias ignored them.

The man in front of him wore a silver trimmed combat robe, Kael Veyron. The pride in his smile was encircled by blue magical energy coming out from his fingers.

“Last chance, servant?” Kael replied. He then says that if they do, he may let them crawl away with their dignity being intact; that they are "worthless.

Some of the viewers were even laughing more.

Elias peeked out and into the yard.

Mira was with Lyra, placing her hands on Lyra's chest. Her eyes were filled with terror, but they were the same as his and she nodded.

He had suffered the humiliations for many years.

He was able to bear this.

“OK, I'll take your challenge! Elias said. No, but I'm NOT kneeling!

Kael's smile disappeared.

Then, "get your gear on and find your spot.

A bell rang.

The duel began.

Kael attacked immediately.

A spear of blue energy arched through the courtyard, and it burst through the air and hit Elias on the chest.

Elias twisted aside.

He got a spell to his shoulder which resulted in a burning sensation in his arm.

“Lucky,” Kael sneered.

Another spell followed.

Then another.

Elias fled, his feet pounding on the rocks, running away in fright. All attacks were punctual and quick – very little time to get out of the way.

It was a noisy and cheering audience.

Little Master, KILL HIM!

“Come fetch the worthless servant and say to him, ‘You are not doing well at your work.“Come, get the worthless servant,” and say to him, “You are not doing well at your work.”

Elias clenched his jaw, and attempted to make an effort.

He felt that there was the Black Flame, roaring in him.

It wished to come out.

He recalled his days when it bit his spell. It was a heady one and relatively easy to cope with.

Then he lost his mind once again.

His mother's voice.

Now as a child, he can't recall what she had said.

What was even scarier than the attacks of Kael, was the thought.

I can't afford the price of that!

He has to overcome and will not surrender himself to the fire.

Kael put his hand up.

“Enough running.”

He was surrounded by magic energy which came down into three revolving blades.

“Veyron Triple Fang!”

The blades flew around in various directions.

Elias was keeping close watch on them.

The first one was bent up to his head. The second shot was targeted at his legs. The third followed the first, and was ready to attack anywhere that he went.

No place to run.

Except—

Elias was looking at Kael's right shoulder.

It has been redirected by him a few times, and has taken a bit of a hit each time. On occasion his fingers clutched the split second prior to each turn of the blades.

A pattern.

Though Kael was a force to be reckoned with, he knew how to deal with those who were running away.

Elias was able to ward off evil in his life.

He was able to detect the slightest motion that preceded a punch.

On the first one he rolled under and the second one was flying over his legs.

The third followed.

Elias was twisted (not torn) to his sleeve, not his flesh.

With a thump, he landed on the rock.

At one time it was still in the courtyard.

Kael stared at him.

“How did you—”

You're on the path to making telegraph, Elias, he breathed.

Kael's face darkened.

“You insolent rat!”

Both his hands were in front of him.

The air trembled.

He could gather a heap of magic power in his hands, and fashion a ball of blue light that would blaze.

There were many bystanders that stepped aside.

Even Lyra's face took on a new look.

“Elias,” she whispered. “Be careful.”

Kael laughed.

Tell me what I can do to prevent this!

He released the spell.

He was very quick, the sphere was ripped up and broken.

Elias's aching shoulder prevents him from getting up and moving around as he would like to.

It was such an attack that it overtook them!

Too fast.

He couldn't get away from it.

His fingers curled.

Just a little.

He stretched out his arm, and he pulled on the Black Flame.

His skin had a dark hue to it.

He glimpsed a thin black thread that wrapped around his hand.

Next, it was his turn in the Spell.

This was a surprise to the audiences.

The blue sphere came to a halt!

It's full of cross-bowls and waves, like it has been bitten by a mouth!

The magical energy was absorbed by black fire which sucked it up without producing smoke or heat. The huge raid quickly started to dwindle down and the power was lost from it.

The combination of the spell had an effect on Elias' thoughts.

He knew how and how it went wrong and when Kael pushed it too far.

From then on there was no more energy.

The courtyard was dead silent.

Kael's eyes widened.

Elias gazed at his hand.

Fire was beginning to subside.

He had gulped down only a drop of it.

Can't they be that costly?

He desperately tried to recall the memory of his mother's face, and tried to comfort himself that it was still there.

He couldn't see her eyes for an awful second.

Panic seized him.

Then there was a memory, it was rather foggy, but familiar enough.

He stretched his arm out.

Apart from this, there will be no more words, I never again.

Kael shook his head in disgust at the rage in his eyes.

“You cheated!”

“No, I didn't attack you,” Elias replied, “I stood up to you.”

“Do you think that makes you stronger than me?”

The gap he had established over the course of the duel started to close as if to catch Kael up.

There was strong magic in his fist.

Elias observed them going.

Kael's right shoulder dipped to the ground.

His fingers tightened.

The same pattern.

Elias had only just taken a sidestep and had grabbed Kael's wrist.

As Kael's energy continued to grow, Elias twisted and walked headlong at the older boy, forcing him into Elias.Elias twisted and shouldered him, as Kael continued to keep his energy up.

Kael stumbled.

Elias was waving his leg in the air.

The mage steps on the stone: A-Class.

However, Elias was unable to allow Kael to get up and pinned him by his shoulder.

In the middle there was a duel master dancing.

“Enough!”

The man's voice could be heard in the courtyard.

“Elias Vale! Victory!!”

For a quiet while they all held their stillness and silence.

So began the rumors that spread around.

A servant, who beat Kael Veyron.

An A-Class mage.

One of the families with a right to inheritance.

Kael had a hard time standing up, and was shamefully embarrassed with a red face.

So Elias, that's not over yet,” he hissed. I'll discover what you have done!

Get away he said, and he got away.

He had won.

But not at ease, but the feelings of his heart.

Many spectators appeared to be in a lot of fear. Others looked suspicious. Some already were saying "how could the servant have faked?".

At the end of the line of people, suddenly before him was a man that Elias had never seen before.

The eyes of the man were fixed on Elias' right hand.

Then he was taken out of the court yard and quietly taken away.

Elias had seen him but before he could track him, the duel master had put a crystal on a silver pedestal.

The man told the participants that each one has to take a last magical measurement. This will be a True / False grade – watch this.

Kael took advantage of the opportunity when it was there.

“Exactly! Test him!”

He was thin and smiling as asperely as ever.

If it doesn't it will show his talent, if it does, they will know he cheated!

Elias gazed into the crystal.

He would have wished never to do something like this again!

If he doesn't, though, he'll only get what Kael desires.

He was brought up on to the platform.

The duel master said "Put your hand on it.

Elias hesitated.

It was as if it didn't like it, he had some sort of reaction internally.

The Black Flame appeared to see the crystal, flapping its paws.

He put his hand on its smooth surface.

A dim light glimmered in the transparent rock.

It is inscribed on the top with letters.

F-CLASS.

Laughter erupted.

Kael leaned back his head.

“F-Class! I knew it! Then the unprofitable servant says to Him, “A worthless servant, I am!”

Elias is pulling out his hand slowly.Elias's hand is gradually moving backward.

Perhaps that's the best thing to do. He might not have to reveal his secret if there wasn't something odd that occurred on the crystal.

Afterwards, the letters started to twinkle.

F-CLASS vanished.

The crystal changed colour to black.

The small Vibrational frequencies of the pedestal.

“What’s going on?” whispered a voice.

The stone began to display thin black lines inside of it.

Their propagation is similar to cracks in ice.

The duel master volunteered to come forward.

“Everyone, move back!”

Too late.

The crystal exhibited an extremely antique symbol.

Elias knew what he had to do immediately.

The Unforbidden Room's emblem.

The same markings which he had recorded in his blood.

The sound of his heart was heard in his ribs.

The crystal flashed.

Out of the blue a new reading came, but the characters were different from any classification that Elias had encountered.

The letters were twisted and were rearranged each other, and the letters were smelted together, creating one word.

ERROR.

A great sound divided the courtyard in half.

The crystal started to break.

Elias stumbled backward.

The Black Flame awakened in him, to ignite him in a way that he could not see or understand.

At one instant he felt something outside the courtyard, something old, stronger than his newfound powers.

The crystal was then broken apart.

There are pieces of the pedestal lying around.

In the courtyard, all of the magical lights went dark.

Nobody spoke.

Elias' hands trembled as he gazed at the broken crystal.

He had vanquished Kael.

However, his win was found during the test that found something much more sinister.

An unsung aspect of the world.An aspect of the world that is not mentioned.

Today it's all been witnessed.

Far away, at the foot of a mountain, in a fortress, an old instrument came to life, out of the home of the Veyron.

It's eyes were glowing black with drowsy runes.

An old guardian then came into the chamber, looking at the inscriptions which were visible in the chamber.

“No,” he whispered. All the people who descended from them were wiped out.

In the tower, a group of mages was training the old powers, with one of them sounding an instrument.

The images are in motion, and depict people wearing hoods with symbols on the ground of a closed sanctuary.

The old temple lay him in the deepest room, a man opened his eyes.

Malachar smiled.

Then he stood up on his throne, and said, "So." The final – but by no means the least – is the passing down of the flame.

He looked at the figure, lying in front of him.

“Send the hunters.”

The figure bowed.

“Killing the boy?Let's kill the boy?

Malachar's smile vanished.

No, don't let him go, living!

He gazed out the gates of the temple in the darkness.

The World Eater can not be awakened until we are prepared.

Elias returned to the estate of the Veyron and saw the final shake of the Earth devoured.

Tears filled her eyes and Mira made a hasty sprint towards him.

“Elias! What happened?”

He looked at the shards of broken glass.

“I don't know.”

Heat from the flames burned in his soul for the Black Flame, however.

There was one thing that didn't go the way of normal though.

Elias Vale was a familiar place to the world.

It started to become conscious, came to its senses and what was once a dream became a reality.