Chapter 299: 064 – Slap
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Izlandi managed to calm her anger a little when she scanned the rest of the main table, Stanley was naturally sitting on the right side of the main seat, but besides him the next seat was empty.
A small smirk crept onto the corner of her lips, that seat was Cornick's, the repulsive beast that everyone said was her brother, after her revelation about Cornick's deeds, her father was utterly enraged.
Lord Kurt gave him such a beating that almost every bone in his body was broken, he was currently locked up in his room with a full body cast, and the doctors said that it could be half a year before he is able to walk again.
Finally, Izlandi's gaze landed on her uncle who was on the left side of the head seat, he was proudly wearing his mage robes that were made with the colours of House Kurt, and he was looking at her with a proud gaze.
"Uncle," she greeted him with a simple curtsy.
"Come up here dear girl," her uncle said and pointed for her to take the seat beside him.
When she finally got to her seat, her uncle picked up a goblet of wine and raised it, "Today is a day of celebration, today we celebrate my dear nieces' remarkable achievement of reaching the peak of novice spell casters,"
"That in itself is a remarkable accomplishment, but what is even more remarkable is that it has only taken her a year and a half,"
"Even during my time in Blindwatch, a great city with countless talents I never encountered such talent, it is the kind off talent that is found only once in generations,"
"May you find good fortune in your road to becoming a mage and perhaps reaching even greater heights," he said with a proud smile and raised his goblet.
"To Lady Izlandi's future," he said and took a sip as many people repeated those words and took a sip of their wine.
"To Lady Izlandi," as the nobles started to cheer, Izlandi could hear the ridicule in their cheers, most were just empty cheers, but from many there were snorts and mocking laugh.
Everyone knew that her future as a cultivator would likely be over once she was taken as a concubine.
Most of them didn't even care to hide their thoughts, as they openly started to discuss her future, most notable was a group of adepts who were just a few feet away from the table.
Izlandi could clearly hear Reyna sniggering as she spoke her mind, "…Lord Tanicks will surely be happy to provide her with cultivation resources once he's done playing with her," she said to the sniggering group of adepts.
Izlandi clenched her tiny fists as her entire body trembled with anger, the feast was being thrown for her honour yet people were openly insulting her, and not even her uncle would reprimand the adepts, House Kurt only had 42 adepts and currently the future was looking scary for House Kurt.
Publicly reprimanding the adepts was not a wise idea especially in the current times.
Izlandi sat down while trying to stop her hands from shaking, she looked to her uncle, he was looking at Reyna with a disappointed gaze when she caught his eye.
"Why is my father not here?" she asked, unable to hide the anger that was leaking into her voice.
Her uncle sighed softly while shaking his head, "He said that something important came up at the last minute," a trace of anger was evident in his voice, as his brother didn't even bother to explain what could have possibly been so important.
Lord Kurt not attending a celebration to his daughter, was certainly the greatest insult of all, Izlandi's uncle looked at her apologetically, his only intention was to let her have a rare good day, but he found himself causing her only more trouble.
The music started to play louder and some of the nobles started to step up to the dance floor, several nobles came up to Izlandi to ask her for a dance, but she coldly turned down everyone that came to her.
"Would you honour your elder brother with your first dance?" Izlandi turned to see Stanley standing by her side and offering her his hand.
She frowned as she saw Stanley standing there, playing at being big brother, her first instinct was to say no, but if she refused him, she could already hear the insults that people would start throwing around about her being rude.
After giving it some thought she got up and took his hand as they walked onto the dance floor.
She held his hand with one arm and placed the other on his shoulder while he placed his free hand on her thin waist and led the dance.
It took all her mental fortitude to stop herself from flinching away from his touch.
They danced for a short while before Izlandi asked, "What do you want?" she asked in a whisper.
To which Stanley smiled lightly, "You say that you don't like it when people call us siblings, yet you know me so well," he commented with a light laugh.
"I know that you only come to speak to me when you have something to tell me that is either perverse or when you think that I'll do something that will amuse your disgusting mind," she hissed.
Stanley merely chuckled, "You know me so well little sister," he said giving her his most charming smile.
Izlandi struggled not to gag from disgust, as she watched his fat toad-like lips creep up to his eyes.
"That little pet of yours in the infirmary, I believe her name is Selner, she recently bought a slave…" Stanley said and proceeded to tell Izlandi about the events of the auction, particularly how her new slave disrespected him and all the nobles at the auction.
"You can see how he has shown utter disrespect to myself and all the nobles that were present on that night, for a mere slave to address a noble without being given permission was insulting enough, yet he still went on to insult everyone there," Stanley said in a heated tone.
"The only reason I didn't kill him then was because he became your possession, but a punishment is required, and a public one at that, all the nobles that were present have agreed to put their anger behind them, if you have him dragged through every street of the city to be pelted with stones by the commoners,"
"When last I checked, the punishment of a slave is up to their master to decide," Izlandi said coldly, "You can go and tell every last one of those nobles that I don't give a damn about their anger, it's not like there's anything else I have to lose!" she spat through gritted teeth feeling more infuriated than ever before.
Stanley looked at her with a blank expression, never did he expect to get such a heated response from Izlandi.
Izlandi pulled her hand free and walked of the dance floor, while filled with more anger than she knew how to bare.
She looked around the room and eventually spotted who she was looking for, she walked up to a group of adepts and came in front of Reyna.
"Your going to take this like a good bitch or I'll let your father know where you really picked up that slave," Izlandi whispered into her ear.
Reyna blinked in surprise when she heard Izlandi threaten her, then suddenly she felt a scorching pain on her face and toppled to the ground.
Bam.
A crisp and loud slap rang inside the room, as everyone turned to the source of the commotion even the bards stopped playing their instruments to see what was happening.
In the next moment everyone saw Reyna, who was the most respected of all the adapts for being a spell caster, fall on her bottom with a big red hand print on her face.
Infront of her was the small sized and adorable Izlandi, looking at her with a cold glare, everyone was looking at Izlandi in disbelief, but the person who was the most dumbfounded of all was none other than Reyna.
Izlandi cast one last glare at her before walking away without caring about what anyone had to say, before leaving she walked to the bowl of punch that she saw a lot of the people were enjoying and poured scoped up a drink for herself.
At the same time, she came to a decision and slipped the purple capsule out of her glove and into the punch.
Then she unceremoniously left her own celebration feast.
As she walked through the long corridors the only thing she could think about was how good it felt to vent some of her growing frustration.
Once she calmed down a little she thought of something that kind of terrified her.
'Lirian, was all of this his doing, did he rile up Stanley and all those other nobles, just so that they would target me,' she wondered as she thought about what Stanley told her.
'Is he doing all of this to push me into a corner, so that I follow his desired plan or is he doing this to make me act quicker,' as she thought about that she pulled of her glove and looked at the circle on her palm.
The circle was shining brightly, and all she needed to do was push a little mana into it and the poison would be released.
'I'll wait a half hour, before releasing it,' she decided, to ensure that no one could suspect her of poisoning it.
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Izlandi managed to calm her anger a little when she scanned the rest of the main table, Stanley was naturally sitting on the right side of the main seat, but besides him the next seat was empty.
A small smirk crept onto the corner of her lips, that seat was Cornick's, the repulsive beast that everyone said was her brother, after her revelation about Cornick's deeds, her father was utterly enraged.
Lord Kurt gave him such a beating that almost every bone in his body was broken, he was currently locked up in his room with a full body cast, and the doctors said that it could be half a year before he is able to walk again.
Finally, Izlandi's gaze landed on her uncle who was on the left side of the head seat, he was proudly wearing his mage robes that were made with the colours of House Kurt, and he was looking at her with a proud gaze.
"Uncle," she greeted him with a simple curtsy.
"Come up here dear girl," her uncle said and pointed for her to take the seat beside him.
When she finally got to her seat, her uncle picked up a goblet of wine and raised it, "Today is a day of celebration, today we celebrate my dear nieces' remarkable achievement of reaching the peak of novice spell casters,"
"That in itself is a remarkable accomplishment, but what is even more remarkable is that it has only taken her a year and a half,"
"Even during my time in Blindwatch, a great city with countless talents I never encountered such talent, it is the kind off talent that is found only once in generations,"
"May you find good fortune in your road to becoming a mage and perhaps reaching even greater heights," he said with a proud smile and raised his goblet.
"To Lady Izlandi's future," he said and took a sip as many people repeated those words and took a sip of their wine.
"To Lady Izlandi," as the nobles started to cheer, Izlandi could hear the ridicule in their cheers, most were just empty cheers, but from many there were snorts and mocking laugh.
Everyone knew that her future as a cultivator would likely be over once she was taken as a concubine.
Most of them didn't even care to hide their thoughts, as they openly started to discuss her future, most notable was a group of adepts who were just a few feet away from the table.
Izlandi could clearly hear Reyna sniggering as she spoke her mind, "…Lord Tanicks will surely be happy to provide her with cultivation resources once he's done playing with her," she said to the sniggering group of adepts.
Izlandi clenched her tiny fists as her entire body trembled with anger, the feast was being thrown for her honour yet people were openly insulting her, and not even her uncle would reprimand the adepts, House Kurt only had 42 adepts and currently the future was looking scary for House Kurt.
Publicly reprimanding the adepts was not a wise idea especially in the current times.
Izlandi sat down while trying to stop her hands from shaking, she looked to her uncle, he was looking at Reyna with a disappointed gaze when she caught his eye.
"Why is my father not here?" she asked, unable to hide the anger that was leaking into her voice.
Her uncle sighed softly while shaking his head, "He said that something important came up at the last minute," a trace of anger was evident in his voice, as his brother didn't even bother to explain what could have possibly been so important.
Lord Kurt not attending a celebration to his daughter, was certainly the greatest insult of all, Izlandi's uncle looked at her apologetically, his only intention was to let her have a rare good day, but he found himself causing her only more trouble.
The music started to play louder and some of the nobles started to step up to the dance floor, several nobles came up to Izlandi to ask her for a dance, but she coldly turned down everyone that came to her.
"Would you honour your elder brother with your first dance?" Izlandi turned to see Stanley standing by her side and offering her his hand.
She frowned as she saw Stanley standing there, playing at being big brother, her first instinct was to say no, but if she refused him, she could already hear the insults that people would start throwing around about her being rude.
After giving it some thought she got up and took his hand as they walked onto the dance floor.
She held his hand with one arm and placed the other on his shoulder while he placed his free hand on her thin waist and led the dance.
It took all her mental fortitude to stop herself from flinching away from his touch.
They danced for a short while before Izlandi asked, "What do you want?" she asked in a whisper.
To which Stanley smiled lightly, "You say that you don't like it when people call us siblings, yet you know me so well," he commented with a light laugh.
"I know that you only come to speak to me when you have something to tell me that is either perverse or when you think that I'll do something that will amuse your disgusting mind," she hissed.
Stanley merely chuckled, "You know me so well little sister," he said giving her his most charming smile.
Izlandi struggled not to gag from disgust, as she watched his fat toad-like lips creep up to his eyes.
"That little pet of yours in the infirmary, I believe her name is Selner, she recently bought a slave…" Stanley said and proceeded to tell Izlandi about the events of the auction, particularly how her new slave disrespected him and all the nobles at the auction.
"You can see how he has shown utter disrespect to myself and all the nobles that were present on that night, for a mere slave to address a noble without being given permission was insulting enough, yet he still went on to insult everyone there," Stanley said in a heated tone.
"The only reason I didn't kill him then was because he became your possession, but a punishment is required, and a public one at that, all the nobles that were present have agreed to put their anger behind them, if you have him dragged through every street of the city to be pelted with stones by the commoners,"
"When last I checked, the punishment of a slave is up to their master to decide," Izlandi said coldly, "You can go and tell every last one of those nobles that I don't give a damn about their anger, it's not like there's anything else I have to lose!" she spat through gritted teeth feeling more infuriated than ever before.
Stanley looked at her with a blank expression, never did he expect to get such a heated response from Izlandi.
Izlandi pulled her hand free and walked of the dance floor, while filled with more anger than she knew how to bare.
She looked around the room and eventually spotted who she was looking for, she walked up to a group of adepts and came in front of Reyna.
"Your going to take this like a good bitch or I'll let your father know where you really picked up that slave," Izlandi whispered into her ear.
Reyna blinked in surprise when she heard Izlandi threaten her, then suddenly she felt a scorching pain on her face and toppled to the ground.
Bam.
A crisp and loud slap rang inside the room, as everyone turned to the source of the commotion even the bards stopped playing their instruments to see what was happening.
In the next moment everyone saw Reyna, who was the most respected of all the adapts for being a spell caster, fall on her bottom with a big red hand print on her face.
Infront of her was the small sized and adorable Izlandi, looking at her with a cold glare, everyone was looking at Izlandi in disbelief, but the person who was the most dumbfounded of all was none other than Reyna.
Izlandi cast one last glare at her before walking away without caring about what anyone had to say, before leaving she walked to the bowl of punch that she saw a lot of the people were enjoying and poured scoped up a drink for herself.
At the same time, she came to a decision and slipped the purple capsule out of her glove and into the punch.
Then she unceremoniously left her own celebration feast.
As she walked through the long corridors the only thing she could think about was how good it felt to vent some of her growing frustration.
Once she calmed down a little she thought of something that kind of terrified her.
'Lirian, was all of this his doing, did he rile up Stanley and all those other nobles, just so that they would target me,' she wondered as she thought about what Stanley told her.
'Is he doing all of this to push me into a corner, so that I follow his desired plan or is he doing this to make me act quicker,' as she thought about that she pulled of her glove and looked at the circle on her palm.
The circle was shining brightly, and all she needed to do was push a little mana into it and the poison would be released.
'I'll wait a half hour, before releasing it,' she decided, to ensure that no one could suspect her of poisoning it.
Izlandi managed to calm her anger a little when she scanned the rest of the main table, Stanley was naturally sitting on the right side of the main seat, but besides him the next seat was empty.A small smirk crept onto the corner of her lips, that seat was Cornick's, the repulsive beast that everyone said was her brother, after her revelation about Cornick's deeds, her father was utterly enraged.Lord Kurt gave him such a beating that almost every bone in his body was broken, he was currently locked up in his room with a full body cast, and the doctors said that it could be half a year before he is able to walk again.Finally, Izlandi's gaze landed on her uncle who was on the left side of the head seat, he was proudly wearing his mage robes that were made with the colours of House Kurt, and he was looking at her with a proud gaze."Uncle," she greeted him with a simple curtsy."Come up here dear girl," her uncle said and pointed for her to take the seat beside him.When she finally got to her seat, her uncle picked up a goblet of wine and raised it, "Today is a day of celebration, today we celebrate my dear nieces' remarkable achievement of reaching the peak of novice spell casters,""That in itself is a remarkable accomplishment, but what is even more remarkable is that it has only taken her a year and a half,""Even during my time in Blindwatch, a great city with countless talents I never encountered such talent, it is the kind off talent that is found only once in generations,""May you find good fortune in your road to becoming a mage and perhaps reaching even greater heights," he said with a proud smile and raised his goblet."To Lady Izlandi's future," he said and took a sip as many people repeated those words and took a sip of their wine."To Lady Izlandi," as the nobles started to cheer, Izlandi could hear the ridicule in their cheers, most were just empty cheers, but from many there were snorts and mocking laugh.Everyone knew that her future as a cultivator would likely be over once she was taken as a concubine.Most of them didn't even care to hide their thoughts, as they openly started to discuss her future, most notable was a group of adepts who were just a few feet away from the table.Izlandi could clearly hear Reyna sniggering as she spoke her mind, "Lord Tanicks will surely be happy to provide her with cultivation resources once he's done playing with her," she said to the sniggering group of adepts.Izlandi clenched her tiny fists as her entire body trembled with anger, the feast was being thrown for her honour yet people were openly insulting her, and not even her uncle would reprimand the adepts, House Kurt only had 42 adepts and currently the future was looking scary for House Kurt.Publicly reprimanding the adepts was not a wise idea especially in the current times.Izlandi sat down while trying to stop her hands from shaking, she looked to her uncle, he was looking at Reyna with a disappointed gaze when she caught his eye."Why is my father not here?" she asked, unable to hide the anger that was leaking into her voice.Her uncle sighed softly while shaking his head, "He said that something important came up at the last minute," a trace of anger was evident in his voice, as his brother didn't even bother to explain what could have possibly been so important.Lord Kurt not attending a celebration to his daughter, was certainly the greatest insult of all, Izlandi's uncle looked at her apologetically, his only intention was to let her have a rare good day, but he found himself causing her only more trouble.The music started to play louder and some of the nobles started to step up to the dance floor, several nobles came up to Izlandi to ask her for a dance, but she coldly turned down everyone that came to her."Would you honour your elder brother with your first dance?" Izlandi turned to see Stanley standing by her side and offering her his hand.She frowned as she saw Stanley standing there, playing at being big brother, her first instinct was to say no, but if she refused him, she could already hear the insults that people would start throwing around about her being rude.After giving it some thought she got up and took his hand as they walked onto the dance floor.She held his hand with one arm and placed the other on his shoulder while he placed his free hand on her thin waist and led the dance.It took all her mental fortitude to stop herself from flinching away from his touch.They danced for a short while before Izlandi asked, "What do you want?" she asked in a whisper.To which Stanley smiled lightly, "You say that you don't like it when people call us siblings, yet you know me so well," he commented with a light laugh."I know that you only come to speak to me when you have something to tell me that is either perverse or when you think that I'll do something that will amuse your disgusting mind," she hissed.Stanley merely chuckled, "You know me so well little sister," he said giving her his most charming smile.Izlandi struggled not to gag from disgust, as she watched his fat toad-like lips creep up to his eyes."That little pet of yours in the infirmary, I believe her name is Selner, she recently bought a slave" Stanley said and proceeded to tell Izlandi about the events of the auction, particularly how her new slave disrespected him and all the nobles at the auction."You can see how he has shown utter disrespect to myself and all the nobles that were present on that night, for a mere slave to address a noble without being given permission was insulting enough, yet he still went on to insult everyone there," Stanley said in a heated tone."The only reason I didn't kill him then was because he became your possession, but a punishment is required, and a public one at that, all the nobles that were present have agreed to put their anger behind them, if you have him dragged through every street of the city to be pelted with stones by the commoners,""When last I checked, the punishment of a slave is up to their master to decide," Izlandi said coldly, "You can go and tell every last one of those nobles that I don't give a damn about their anger, it's not like there's anything else I have to lose!" she spat through gritted teeth feeling more infuriated than ever before.Stanley looked at her with a blank expression, never did he expect to get such a heated response from Izlandi.Izlandi pulled her hand free and walked of the dance floor, while filled with more anger than she knew how to bare.She looked around the room and eventually spotted who she was looking for, she walked up to a group of adepts and came in front of Reyna."Your going to take this like a good bitch or I'll let your father know where you really picked up that slave," Izlandi whispered into her ear.Reyna blinked in surprise when she heard Izlandi threaten her, then suddenly she felt a scorching pain on her face and toppled to the ground.Bam.A crisp and loud slap rang inside the room, as everyone turned to the source of the commotion even the bards stopped playing their instruments to see what was happening.In the next moment everyone saw Reyna, who was the most respected of all the adapts for being a spell caster, fall on her bottom with a big red hand print on her face.Infront of her was the small sized and adorable Izlandi, looking at her with a cold glare, everyone was looking at Izlandi in disbelief, but the person who was the most dumbfounded of all was none other than Reyna.Izlandi cast one last glare at her before walking away without caring about what anyone had to say, before leaving she walked to the bowl of punch that she saw a lot of the people were enjoying and poured scoped up a drink for herself.At the same time, she came to a decision and slipped the purple capsule out of her glove and into the punch.Then she unceremoniously left her own celebration feast.As she walked through the long corridors the only thing she could think about was how good it felt to vent some of her growing frustration.Once she calmed down a little she thought of something that kind of terrified her.'Lirian, was all of this his doing, did he rile up Stanley and all those other nobles, just so that they would target me,' she wondered as she thought about what Stanley told her.'Is he doing all of this to push me into a corner, so that I follow his desired plan or is he doing this to make me act quicker,' as she thought about that she pulled of her glove and looked at the circle on her palm.The circle was shining brightly, and all she needed to do was push a little mana into it and the poison would be released.'I'll wait a half hour, before releasing it,' she decided, to ensure that no one could suspect her of poisoning it.
