"Grandfather,"
Atticus's voice reverberated through the hall, and everyone's eyes in the hall immediately turned to Atticus once more.
Only one thought resonated in their minds: What does this monster kid want again!?
They all still hadn't recovered from all the spectacles Atticus had just shown them, and he still had more to say?
Magnus focused his piercing gaze on Atticus for a few seconds, making him feel as if an enormous weight had settled upon his shoulders.
Finally, Magnus granted Atticus the right to speak, uttering a single word, "Speak."
Atticus, still bowed, started speaking, "Grandfather, this incident had clearly happened due to differences between me and a particular trainee."
Despite the fact that this matter was spearheaded by Edward, all of this happened because of one person: William. William was basically the cause of everything.
Atticus truly despised anything that was a blatant waste of his time. He had always tried to stay in his own lane to avoid stupid situations like this.
Even though Edward had basically been taken care of by Magnus's punch, if he didn't deal with the root cause of the problem thoroughly, it would still come back later to bite him in the ass.
He had learned valuable lessons from the incident with Helodor back at the Raven camp. If Atticus hadn't ignored his glares and stares and him constantly trying to start fights for no reason, Helodor wouldn't have gotten a chance to make an attempt on his life.
Even though what Helodor had done didn't pose any threat to his life because he had been strong, what if he wasn't strong enough the next time? Wouldn't he have been killed then?
From that moment, Atticus had already decided to take care of any idiotic and brain dead person who might try to start something as soon as he noticed the person showing any signs.
That was what he planned on doing here, thoroughly taking care of the root of the problem.
Atticus's voice grew cold as he continued, "We're Ravensteins, Grandfather. It's not in our blood to resort to cheap tricks like this. I hope you'll allow both of us to settle our differences in battle."
Everyone in the hall was surprised that Atticus didn't even try to mince his words. He was completely blunt! The normal course of action would have been to let this matter go and then later get back at Edward and William. But Atticus seemed hell bent on ending everything at once!
Magnus gazed at Atticus for a bit again. From his expression, no one in the hall could tell, except maybe another Paragon, that he was trying hard to hold back his lips from curling up.
"Who," Magnus inquired after a few seconds, giving Atticus the go ahead to challenge the trainee.
Hearing this, Atticus swiftly turned towards where all the trainees were seated, his gaze landing directly on William, who was glaring at him, his face crimson and filled with anger.
Ignoring William's seething form, Atticus turned to face Magnus, and pointed at William and declared, "Him."
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to William. Recognizing that he had everyone's attention, William immediately stood and bowed in respect to Magnus.
"William," Magnus addressed him.
"Yes, Master Magnus," William responded, his anger seething beneath the surface.
"Do you accept?" Magnus inquired.
William clenched his fists, his rage boiling over. 'This fucking bastard!' he thought, completely seething.
He had thought their plan would have been foolproof, that regardless of what Atticus could do, he wouldn't be able to get out of this situation. He would have never imagined that Atticus would use the incident to boost his image even more in front of the family.
'And now he dared to challenge me? I'll fucking show him his place!'
He bowed down even more to Magnus and answered, "Yes, I accept, Master Magnus," his fist clenched.
As soon as William acknowledged, Atticus swiftly vanished from his spot, reappearing in the center of the hall, his gaze fixed only on one person, William.
His intention was clear; there would be no fixing of a date, no wait, they were going to fight now. Atticus saw no reason to postpone the beatdown he was about to give William. This was why he had taken permission from Magnus in the first place. He was going to nip the bud immediately.
Anastasia watched Atticus with a worried expression. Despite her knowing that Atticus was powerful enough to defeat William, she couldn't help but be uneasy about seeing him engaged in combat.
Avalon and Sirius, on the other hand, wore grins of excitement as they eagerly observed the impending battle.
Lyanna's smile broadened, she knew what Atticus was doing, and she completely approved of it. 'Nip the bud and make sure it never rises again. Ahh, how I wish he were my son,' she couldn't help but gaze at Anastasia with a subtle hint of jealousy in her eyes.
Seeing the way Atticus was looking at him, William's face contorted into anger. He was currently looking at him as if he wasn't worth anything!
Immediately, William approached the middle of the hall and stood across from Atticus, his face completely icy. Focusing on his space ring, William brought out his sword, then he turned to see Atticus still standing there, not doing anything.
"Won't you draw out your weapon?" William inquired, his tone carrying a hint of irritation. Despite him not giving a fuck about Atticus, he still had to keep up appearances in front of the family.
However, William's question was met with complete and utter silence. Only Atticus' piercing blue eyes staring at him.
Atticus wasn't looking at him coldly; there was not a single expression on his face. He simply gazed at William in a way one would look at a worthless thing, with no emotion.
William's face darkened. Through gritted teeth, he muttered, "You're dead." He took a combat stance with his sword raised, his gaze chillingly locked onto Atticus.
If gazes could kill, Atticus would be dead by now. But unfortunately for William, it had no such power.