The Useless 8th Prince

What Does All This Mean!

Of course Ciel did not stare at that figure for too long. He just swept his gaze for a moment. It doesn't look suspicious in people's eyes.

KLANG!

Hearing the sound of a metallic clash, Ciel turned his gaze back towards the arena.

In the arena, two figures collided. Struggling for strength, Elyas bounced back a few meters while Silevran was still standing firmly in place. The figure of the knight looked at his opponent with a disdainful smile.

“Goblin skinny and weak like you really aren't worth fighting a fighter like me.”

Being insulted as a goblin who was considered the weakest, untalented, and only talented demon in growing the population made Elyas angry. He darted straight towards Silevran, but just as the maroon-haired knight was about to retaliate, he dodged while throwing four black balls with strange runes.

Silevran knew, compared to general magic research, the Blue Spark Kingdom was more inclined to research strange tools that could be used to optimize magic. The knight was about to retreat, the cold voice of Elyas sounded.

“Chain Lightning!”

Elyas threw one of his daggers coated with blue lightning. When the dagger hit one of the black balls, a chain reaction of lightning magic emerged from the four balls, becoming a combined magic equivalent to level 4 magic.

Boom up!!!

Seeing the explosion caused by the magic, many people stared at Elyas with interested expressions. Even Ciel felt the toy was quite interesting. Using level 3 magic to release magic at level 4. That kind of thing is amazing.

Especially for people who have low mana reserves. That sort of thing must be very useful to them. Merely, Ciel who had studied magic runes and the manufacture of such magical equipment also knew the flaws of that thing.

Easy to use, very helpful in battle, can reverse the situation, and so on. It is true that way, but …

That thing is expensive!

Magic crystals to hold magic, rare and expensive mythril metal to hold magic inside, other metal alloys, and so on. Not to mention the magic formula must also be correct and fitting. Otherwise, there will be a failure in the making.

According to Ciel himself, such objects are too wasteful and unsuitable for use except at important times. Yet Elyas uses it now just to show off. The thing that made the young man shake lightly.

Such magic tools also have limits. It was very helpful at the first level. However after rising to level 5 and above, such a thing was less meaningful as its strength was reduced. If it wanted to make a better tool, it would become more expensive and more difficult, not many people could afford to support such a thing.

Many tried to use it during the war, but it was still not very useful. It was easier to get a level 5 mage to cast a high-level spell once a day than to have to waste a lot of money on the production of such a thing.

However, such a thing also has its own potential. As a figure who came from modern times, Ciel knew very well. His eyes flashed coldly, seemingly finding an enlightenment again.

“Orc who only has muscles like you must not understand how to fight with the brain in your head!” elyas said coldly.

“ELYAS!!”

An angry shout sounded from within the puff of smoke. As the smoke began to dissipate, Silevran who was enveloped by a dark red aura looked at Elyas with a ferocious expression.

A blue aura of magic energy also enveloped Elyas' body. Grunting coldly, the young man said with a disdainful expression.

“Who fears whom, SILEVRAN!!!”

KLANG! KLANG! KLANG!

The two exchanged attacks. A sword shrouded in dark red energy collided with two daggers enveloped by blue lightning.

BLARS!!!

Loud explosions were heard again, the spectators cheering happily. At the moment when the smoke had subsided again, everyone saw the appearance of Silevran and Elyas who looked more ferocious and fierce.

At the moment when everyone was impatiently waiting for an even fiercer fight, at that very moment a cold aura filled with oppression swept over.

In the arena, the figures of Silevran and Elyas suddenly fell to their knees on the ground. Heavy pressure fell on them. The two of them and the guests immediately turned to the source of the terrifying aura.

There, everyone could see the figure sitting staring with an indifferent expression. One hand holds a large jar of fruit chips, while the other hand keeps moving. Sending snacks to his mouth.

Yep. The one who did all that was Ciel.

“What does all this mean, Prince Luciel!” shouted Elyas.

Swallowing the fruit chips in his mouth, Ciel looked at the figure of the young man with blue hair with a lazy expression.

“I think that fight is enough.”

Hearing Ciel's bored and careless words, many guests were dissatisfied.

“The fight is not over! Winner not yet determined!”

“Ya ... it's true!”

“Solve this duel first!”

“...”

Seeing the doubt in Silevran and Elyas' eyes when he heard the crowd's screams, Ciel's lazy voice came back.

“According to the rules, you don't need to get to the point of blood loss. You yourself have unleashed almost all of your abilities. If you continue, maybe you will leave your hands or feet in this arena and go home disabled.

I think you guys are a draw. So, the result is a draw.”

“...”

Silevran and Elyas looked at each other with complicated gazes. Indeed, if not stopped by Ciel, it was likely that they would be overrated and injured. But they still think about self-worth.

At the moment when the two were worried, Ciel continued.

“Lose and win are important. However, even if one of you loses, you will not be worse than the people who can only watch. Just be at level 3 (medium), level 3 (early), and maybe some level 2 (late) …

Do you think ... do they have the right to set up?”

“...”

Hearing Ciel's insinuation, many nobles from the five Kingdoms were angry, but did not say anything because what the young man said was indeed true. Whether winning or losing, in this world, personal power also determines whether or not that person will be respected.

True power means not only level, but also technique, or even wealth. Such a thing could also be considered wealth.

“I suggest that the Succubus girl and one random servant be returned. Just replace it with two new Succubus because of their draw.

You don't mind. Prince Heath?”

Seeing the figure of Ciel looking at him with a mysterious smile made Heath feel somewhat cold on his back. He immediately nodded and replied.

“Because the result is a series, of course I will accept your suggestion, Prince Luciel.”

Not until Heath's voice faded, the terrifying aura and gravity magic that was suppressing Silevran and Elyas disappeared. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, but could not help but glance at the cause of the previous incident.

If they didn't see with their own eyes, those people wouldn't even believe Ciel's lazy-looking, weak figure was capable of slaughtering a chicken.

Seeing how everything was starting to calm down, Heath resumed.

“Since both sides have finished fighting and reached an agreement, this duel is over! Everyone can disperse!”

Hearing that, many onlookers were disappointed but did not dare to resist. Level 5 Devils, such an existence was enough to slap them to death.

While Silevran and Elyas, those who had calmed down knew that the figure of Prince Luciel had helped them not to overdo it and remained calm in the face of problems. When they turned their heads, their expressions changed because …

Ciel's figure suddenly disappeared from his seat!

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