Chapter 2: Deculein (2)

<Deculein. (2)>

His height alone was rather overbearing, at around 190 cm.

He wore formal attire, appearing close to perfection. An eye-catching appearance that had a strong impact on others. The perfect golden ratio was shown by his appearance and clothing.

……Deculein von Grahan-Yukline.

There were no flaws or gaps in him, to the point that he seemed to be “Noble Dignity” incarnate. His elegance flowed into his gait, his speech, his facial expressions, into everything he did.

“That jerk……”

But even these perfect looks seemed like nothing more than a “detestable shell” to some, or rather quite a few.

“Sigh…….”

Ifrin Luna. As soon as Deculein appeared, she vented her anger.

Not only were her words bloody, her actions were as well. She clenched her fists so tightly that she drew blood and bit her lower lip.

He had stolen her legacy, her father’s achievements and had ruined him which had led to his death in the end.

The public praised Deculein as a “Genius in interpreting Magic Circles” but his reputation was solely reliant on her father’s work…….

[…….Attention.]

At that time, a magic crystal amplified Deculein’s voice.

[I shall start the lecture now.]

The spacious auditorium was filled with hundreds of people. Deculein finally scanned the sea of people below his stage. His gaze was as sharp as a knife.

She wanted to immediately pull out a knife and stab both of those eyes.

“That trash……”

However, it was not the right time yet.