Cyan was not a fool. Of course, he knew that what Eugene was holding now was a spear, and he knew that he was wielding a spear to practice.
But he had never seen such an ignorant practice. Wearing a chain vest larger than his body, hanging sandbags from both arms, swinging and stabbing with the spear that has sandbags hanging. Can you even call this practice?
At least there was no such practice in Cyan’s head. Ignorant and violent. Without the art of balance, but only wielding and stabbing recklessly. To the point, he can’t even keep his body properly and stumble around?
‘You are just a son from a village. You’re just seeking for attention.’
That chain vest. It’s big, but the iron purity must be cheap because it’s a mess. That means it’s not as heavy as it looks.
And that sandbag. It looks thick at first glance, but seeing how much it moves while hanging from its body, it must be thick outside but almost empty inside.
‘Even if you’re seeking attention, you’re just an attention seeker. I’ve learned how to play tricks like that.’ Cyan understood those country bumpkins who might be stuck somewhere, the lowest rank in the field. Maybe he heard something from his parents and did something like that from the first day.
He can’t get anyone’s attention without doing a dirty trick. However, the tricks are hilarious.
He was angered because a random countryside boy dared to say he was stupid. Cyan gasped and pointed his finger at Eugene.
“Apologize for saying that I am stupid!”
“I’m sorry,” Eugene answered straight away. However, the apology was not satisfactory because Cyan couldn’t feel the sincerity. He raised his eyes and raised the tip of his chin.
“Bow down, respectfully!”
“You’re the same age as me, aren’t you?”
Eugene asked without bowing.
“You’re 13 years old, too. I’m 13 years old, too. We’re the same age. What do I suppose to do?”
“You can’t be my friend!”
“I am not seeking friendship? But aren’t you the one that talked to me first?”
What am I doing now? Eugene kicked his tongue, feeling pathetic. If he adds up to the age before he died, he will easily be over half a hundred years old. He feels sad to argue with a 13-year-old boy as a grown-up, but his opponent was a descendant of Vermouth.
‘What should I do? My past life is my past life. Now I’m 13 years old, too.’
“What’s wrong with your accent? Don’t you know how I practice the spear properly but also you question me about my affairs, don’t you have the proper manners?”
Cyan’s eyes shake in the constant retort of words. This kind of childish argument was unfamiliar to him because he grew up as a pampered boy since he was young.
“You’re so annoying…”
The biggest advantage of a child is that it is okay to force one’s feelings.
Eugene was not used to this kind of verbal bickering.
Cyan strode up to Eugene’s nose.
“He doesn’t even know the subject. Even if your last name is Lionhart, it doesn’t mean you’re a pure Lionhart.”
“I know. I am a Branch member, and you are a direct descendant.”
Eugene raised his finger to point to the mansion house.
“Your house is over there. My house is… Either way. Anyway, stay away from here.”
“You know that, but you’re so arrogant?”
“I’ve never poked around. I’m just telling you the truth that you asked for. You asked me what I was doing. So I told you what I was doing. Did you ask me to apologize? I apologized.”
“You’re so cheeky.”
Cyan put his nose near Eugene.
“And your body smells bad. It smells of cow dung from the countryside! The smell of sweat! Very, very bad.”
“I’ve never been near cow dung in my whole life, and I never smelled like a cow dung.”
“Then it smells like your poop! Anyway, it’s scorched.”
“I’m going to wash up a little later.”
“No, wash up now. Wash up! Also, clean up the carriage where you came from.”
“Because the smell of your body’s poo is on the sheet! Clean it up!”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you’re making our family’s carriage smell very bad!”
Cyan gave a deep shout. Because the distance was close, saliva splashes whenever he shouts.
Eugene took a step back, frowning in his eyes.
He just stepped back because he didn’t want to get soaked with saliva, but Cyan thought otherwise and gave a superior smile at Eugene.