Ulrik didn’t give Sylas a single glance, he might as well have been air. Instead, his target was very obviously not Sylas, but Nyssa herself.
Or so it seemed.
He could have come to confront her at any time, but he chose to do it at right this moment while Sylas wasn’t unconscious, but was rather very much present.
That was on purpose.
Only a toddler would think it to be any different.
Ulrik came to a stop just two meters from Nyssa’s back and simply waited there. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to. Nyssa knew what she should do.
On cue, Nyssa turned to face the Thryskai genius, an amiable smile plastered on her face.
"Is something the matter?"
Ulrik’s lips parted almost too slowly, looking as though it was lagging behind a frame or two. He seemed to over-indulge in the feeling of the world hanging on his every word.
"It seems that you want to stand opposed to me?"
Nyssa blinked in confusion. "I’m not sure what you mean?"
Ulrik looked Nyssa up and down.
Obviously, targeting Sylas out in the open wasn’t something that the Thryskai could do. On the surface, Sylas had done nothing wrong at all, and he hadn’t even won the Ancient Aether Treasure either.
All things considered, Sylas hadn’t done anything wrong. He joined an open contest, and competed fairly. He was the sort of genius that should be cherished by the city of elites, not ostracized.
This was part of the reason why Nyssa could take such a risk to openly protect Sylas. Functionally speaking, he hadn’t broken any rules and he was only guilty of offending the Thryskai.
This might be a good enough reason already for the Thryskai to kill him, but it wasn’t a good enough reason to do so openly and brazenly… which was exactly what they would need to do now.
Most important of all, this wasn’t truly the fury of the Thryskai in action. Instead, it was the fury of one middling genius of the Thryskai and a District Head of a small corner of the Skai Galaxy.
These things were not the same.
"I’m quite sure you do." Ulrik continued to speak just as slowly, the wrinkle in his forehead wiggling just the slightest bit as though in naked threat.
Nyssa didn’t respond, her face an adorable mask of confusion. Her head tilted to one side and she swayed to the tips of her toes, her hands clasped behind her back as though leaning forward to try and hear Ulrik better.
She was truly a great actress. One would have never thought that there was a single thing wrong with what she had done at all.
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"As for whether this gamble of yours will pay off, I think we’re all aware that there could only be one result. I also wonder how your mother will react once she’s heard of your deeds here this last week."
Nyssa’s gaze flashed with a hint of coldness, but it was well hidden.
Ulrik continued to scan through the region, looking through everything but seemingly Sylas himself as though anything else was more interesting.
"What I can say as of now, though, is that after all the effort you’ve spent trying to climb social ladders and wiggling your way into the arms of the most powerful young men of the Skai Galaxy, for you to inevitably settle here…" Ulrik’s gaze landed on Nyssa. "… It truly is a shame."
There was little more humiliating for a man than to hear of their woman’s exploits. Ulrik had still not given Sylas a glance, but every one of his actions seemed to target a spearhead right at him.
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