Galaxy's First Ruler

Chapter 211: One Step at a Time

Aldrich's shout was like a fire alarm, conspicuous and having a specific intention.

In a single hearing, none doubted that this shout was full of sheer anger, and the shouter wanted nothing but revenge. The Law of Devil didn't only help Aldrich to perceive people's emotions clearly, it also helped him to share his innate feeling with others. Though it was uncertain if there were Dreamers, except Aldrich, who could manipulate their feelings to give a false impression.

"What's going on?"

On the stage, Harold narrowed his eyes and asked in a grave tone. Even his child-like voice couldn't hide the madness in his words. Far from Aldrich, Enok's chest heaved up and down as he blankly stared at his fist. At one glance, one could say that Enok was like a person who had just awakened from a nightmare. He seemed to know the reason for hitting Aldrich but did not know why the things happened in the way did.

Aldrich secretly smiled as he felt Enok's emotions, which were running all over the place. There wasn't much difference between Aldrich's level and that of Enok's. That's why, even though Aldrich hadn't used the full extent of the Law of Devil, he could still influence Enok's thought process.

Aldrich feigned his inability to stand up and struggled with the pole to lift himself off the ground. He wiped the blood coming out of his mouth as Trifon and Earl Drago appeared beside him. Following a brief silence after Harold's question, Aldrich answered.

"Sucker punching me after calling me a bastard?! Huh! Are these the tricks nobles of the Ancient House are taught?"

"HE IS LYING!!!"

Enok maddeningly shouted and lunged at Aldrich from afar, but Earl Frida appeared behind him and grabbed him by the neck. None for a second believed that Enok might be right. He had already dug up this hole for himself by openly calling Aldrich a bastard many times. On the other side, Earl Drago took a step towards Marquess Harold and said in a heavy voice.

"House Divine Enclosure must answer for this insolence."

Earl Frida furrowed her brows as Drago's words echoed, and the entire Great Hall buzzed in agreement. Only she knew that even though Enok was impulsive, things weren't that drastic for him to lose control during a ceremony. But Aldrich didn't give her enough time to contemplate this matter.

Shaken, but in a stern voice, Aldrich scanned the crowd and openly said.

"Grandfather, Marquess Harold, and Marquess Nicholas. If this person abhors my existence this much, then let our strength decide who is better. I request an exchange of pointers with Viscount Enok!"

"You think I AM SCARED OF YOU!!!"

"Enok, shut your mouth."

As Aldrich's "reasonable" words reached everyone's ears, Enok, fumingly shouted. But Earl Frida tightened her grip on the back of his neck and whispered in his ears to shut him up. Harold and Nicholas glanced at each other briefly before the yellow-eyed boy snapped his head and stared intensely at Enok and Frida.

"Frida, you need to control this young blood. Tch! I am truly disappointed."

"But Marquess"

Frida was about to present her doubt, but Nicholas interjected in between.

"Humph! No need to lower yourself for a mere Viscount, Frida. Aldrich's request is granted. Let them settle this here once and for all."

Both Marquess shook their head as if this was nothing but a nuisance for them.

Enok's face had become red and blue from the incomprehensible proceedings that had just happened. Not only did he get labeled as a liar, but even the Head of his House got reprimanded because of Aldrich. The hate in his heart for Aldrich had even surpassed the jealousy in Vivi's heart for Amalia.

Aldrich nodded his head towards Earl Drago and walked towards the stage. By now, House Venomous Rose healers had taken care of Vivi's inconsequential injuries. Her face had regained its red-milky color, and her broken arm seemed to have been healed by Star Dust Potion. Amalia had returned to her position, and even though she was smiling, there was a hint of lethargy on her face.

Marquess Harold walked up to her, and before taking his seat, he put his hand over Amalia's shoulder.

"Even one sector of our Kingdom is inconceivably big, let alone the entire galaxy. There are countless talents, hidden under the sheet of Houses and forgotten streets"

Harold paused, and taking a glance at Aldrich, he continued.

" The only thing we can do to maintain our status is by never lacking in effort. You did exceptionally great out there. Well done!"

Amalia shyly smiled and sweetly said.

"I understand, father."

The Ancient Oracle and Nicholas completely ignored this heart-warming conversation. On the stage, Aldrich and Enok had taken their respective positions. The surrounding Viscounts, taking the hint from their disintegrated colleagues, backed up to a respectable distance.

Cr-rack!

Aldrich saw the blue cladded Enok cracking his knuckles. His gaze lifted and again eyed the Stats hovering above Enok's head.

[

Record of Enok

Status: Disoriented

Level: 38

HP: 2065/2065

SP: 2465/2465

MP: 2485/2485

Rank: Viscount

Class: Water Beast, Awakened Swordsman, Ice Manipulator, Ice Lord

Title: The Defiant, Ocean Crosser, Flood Dragon Favored

Attributes -->

Strength: 125

Defence: 100

Agility: 120

Vitality: 105

Perception: 95

Correspondence: 140

Active Skills -->

1. Ice Dimension

2. Maelstrom

3. Summon (3)

4. Ocean Might

5. Seven Seas Remembrance

6. Ice Hail

7. Water-Thunder-Cloud Stepping Technique

8. Water Fusion

Passive Skills -->

1. High Heavy Sword Proficiency

2. Intermediate Long Sword Proficiency

3. Intermediate Mana Manipulation Proficiency

4. Beginner Water-Driven Martial Art Proficiency

5. Sense of Water

...]

'No wonder! Why would they even need Dreamers of Barren Earth?'

Aldrich shook his head, seeing the sheer number of Skills and Attributes in Enok's Record. Even though he didn't know to what extent Earth's Dreams could grow, Aldrich believed they could never compare to a single Dreamer of an Ancient House.

Aldrich's mind returned to the present as he saw an enormous heavy sword materializing into Enok's hand. He lifted the pole in a defensive posture and slightly muttered under his breath.

"One step at a time Aldrich, one step at a time."