Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 317 Spill The Beans

At that moment, a sweat began to form over Israthel's brow.

Roswil was equally as worried, as he mused, 'He caught us talking about it... this is not good.'

At that moment his eyes darted to the side, looking at the camera orb, 'If he makes us talk about this, we will be caught by the camera's listening system.'

He looked back at Lyrian with hatred behind his eyes, 'Damn it... how has this fucker caused so many mishaps to happen!? Not only did he dismantle my squad and nearly end my life by throwing me off a cliff, but now, he is even making me speak about that sect!'

"Speak up! What were you saying?" Lyrian exclaimed loudly.

"If you don't say anything, then I will be forced to learn about it from the administrators. Of course, that means that I will have to explain your connection with what you are talking about, and how you used their men to try and assassinate me. Do you want this to happen?"

At that moment Roswil jumped forward and raised his hand.

"Stop!" He yelled, but while whispering at the same time.

Looking over at the camera, and then back at Lyrian, he said, "Just stop talking about all of that right now..."

'Damn it all! He wasn't supposed to be alive to reveal my secrets to the world right now, but he managed to slaughter all of my men. I thought he wouldn't figure out it was me, and I could take him out before he realized... but the bastard somehow caught on.'

Roswil looked up to the sky, 'Where was he listening? Close by?'

He saw multiple windows open in the air, but they were clearly too high up to be where Lyrian came from.

'From the lunch rooms? No... that's insane. Sure, he may have been able to do it, but the chances are unlikely.'

He looked around, 'Just where did he come from!? Is he even human?'

No matter where he looked, nothing seemed plausible. It really did seem like he appeared out of thin air.

'Gah! What do I do!?'

"Alright... if you don't want to talk, then I'm going to go report that you were the ones who tried to assassinate me using the Black Petal Sect."

As soon as he said this, kids who were walking by on the sidewalk turned their heads in shock.

"Did I just hear correctly?"

"What are they talking about over there?"

"Is that Theageld? The MVP?"

"I don't know, but I won't ruin my school life by associating myself with it... I'm outta here!"

At that moment, Israthel finally spoke, "Stop..." He said with a shadowed expression.

"Just tell him already," Israthel said in a defeated tone.

"What!? How could you say that!? Don't you know the implicat--"

Roswil was cut off, "Just think about it. Even if you don't tell him, he knows. He even has proof now. Hell, even if he didn't, there would be enough investigations on you by the damn kingdoms to reveal your secret, and possibly even many more. The safest option is to just tell him."

Roswil was left speechless for a moment.

"Huh? More secrets you say?" Lyrian said in a teasing but curious manner out of nowhere.

'Damn it! I have to tell him about this stupid sect before he forces me to give him more information on my other shady businesses. Argh!'

"Fine! I'll tell you. Just come over here to the side."

Roswil began walking around the corner of a large square bush. However, Lyrian simply stood there, looking at Roswil with a smile on his face and slightly squinted eyes.

Rowil quickly stomped back to where he was.

"You don't make the commands around here. Now, tell me." Lyrian stated.

Roswil looked around a few more times before reluctantly beginning to speak. Quietly, he exclaimed, "That sect--"

"What sect?"

"You!"

*Sigh*

"The B-Black Petal Sect... is an evil sect that has existed for thousands of years. They are big... known throughout the Mortal Plains."

After this, Roswil looked at Lyrian with an awkward expression for a few seconds.

"What? Is that all?" Lyrian retorted, "I wanted to know how they evolved, and why they would work with someone like you. Give me more information."

"Screw you, you bastard! I already told you about them!" Roswil exclaimed angrily.

Lyrian looked to the side as if he spotted something, "Hey... I think I see a teacher over there!"

He took a step toward the sidewalk, where the teacher was walking.

"STOP!" Roswil exclaimed abruptly, flustered.

lightsnοvεl After an angry sigh of exasperation, he continued.

"They came into power massively a few hundred years after the Ear War. That's when they did the mass extermination of people across the continent. No one knows why and barely anyone has an idea as to how. After that, they slowly lost power, and are now known as a forgotten and almost erased sect. However, their traces are left throughout the continent here and there."

At that moment he seemed to remember something, "In fact, they have been reported to be more active in the Veridrake Kingdom very recently. In reality, those men who worked for me are only slaves of a lower branch that I met a long time ago and employed temporarily. They have no other connection to the Black Petal Sect."

Roswil finished off with a strict demeanor. "Hmm. The Black Petal Sect huh? Sounds interesting."

Another awkward moment of silence mellowed between the three.

Israthel looked toward Roswil, as they both slowly turned around and began walking away.

"Woah, woah! Wait a second. Surely... you didn't think I'd just let you go after this, right?" Lyrian retorted, shouting toward the two.

They reluctantly turned around, as Roswil took out his blade. "What do you want to do then? Take us both on? If you think you can, then try it..."

Lyrian looked at the camera orb floating in the air, which was now closer than before.

"Not here. Follow me."