After seeing the magic barrier disappearing, Luciette immediately followed up with a devastating strike of her own with her now brightly glowing rapier.
As the heir of White Snow clan, her weapon is an expensive high-grade runic weapon, and she aimed it at the fatal point between the eyebrows of the Orc King. Should she succeed, even the powerful regeneration of the beast could not help it.
But at this timely moment, something unexpected happened. Even as Jones is rushing back to the site, Luciette is following through with her attack and Kairos and team are once again deploying the Northern Swords formation, Calculus struck at Edward!
He had known that Edward is Kairos' archer, and who doesn't know that archers are weakest in close range.
In his heart, the person he hates to most now is not Jones who had stolen his limelight, but Kairos who had shamed him twice and even made him nearly bald!
What better way is there to revenge than to take away the people that Kairos holds dearest?
In fact, this had always been Calculus' modus operandi.
In the first place, the reason he had ambushed Kairos with bare blades was that he thought he could see Jones' unsightly despairing face. Of course, after that, he will deal with the young sword master directly; the gel pouch which he used to contain the purple blood from the Orc's hatchery was initially prepared for finishing him off without being directly involved. Although, in the end, it was used against Kairos instead.
And right now, attacking Edward was no different. He used an unscrupulous attack on the archer from a hidden angle, certain that no ranged combatant could fend against it.
The young noble's eyes brighten with glee as the edge of his sword came dangerously close towards Edward's neck. It would definitely pierce through from behind, and instantly take the boy's life.
"For a mere commoner's blood to stain my treasured sword. Be grateful on your way to the underworld!"
However, the next scene caused his eyes to widen in shock. In the nick of time, Edward jumped backwards and dodge the attack that he thought was perfect.
Despite how much Calculus couldn't believe it, how could his attack be effective when the five of them have never stopped their vigilance against him? Right now if he could use Origin Energy himself, he would have noticed that there are five soul perceptions overlapped on his location. Even his smallest movements would not escape their eyes.
At the same time, Luciette also saw the instance when Calculus attacked, and it became the straw that broke the camel's back. Finally, the naïve young heiress stopped trusting Calculus.
She realised that her only reason for believing him was because he was from the same team, and under her command. Though she had long noticed that his reports were shady, her hesitation, and giving Calculus the benefit of doubts, had caused so many misplaced trusts.
For example, even though she had placed Alucard to keep an eye on Calculus, was far too insufficient for what she should've done and led to the deaths of three students under Kairos' command. If Calculus were placed under George's command instead of hers, he would have taken many more steps to keep Calculus from acting out of line.
Immediately after Edward avoided the blade, he joined his group and re-established the Northern Swords Array. This combat formation is specifically made to go against individuals stronger than them. Though scattered, their team yet fought as one.
Since Calculus wants to give it a try, they are most willing to help him.
They dashed towards the arrogant noble from all directions with weapons in hand. Attacking relentlessly, each of their strikes was exceedingly swift and decisive. Right afterwards, no matter if they struck or missed their target, they would immediately retreat.

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Refining the Heavens (炼天)
FantasyNow on Amazon.com. [A.K.A. Kairos Astroire & the Snowdrifts] Kairos, a poor village boy, was born in a warring state without a decent shred of cultivating talent. In a world of Ki and Magic where only the mighty will rise while the weak are trodden...