The early morning sun rays hit the city, casting a beautiful golden glow. The Gillette Household Academy training group was bustling with life, as the place was lively with people everywhere, creating an energetic scene.
The junior members of the Gillette Household were all gathered here. Everyone of them with high spirits as they had expectations in their thoughts.
This was the registration for the Annual Academy Entrance Competition that was held once a year, making it one of the most important events of the year within the Gillette's Household calendar. It was also the most trying period for junior members of the Gillette Household.
This was an avenue for them to showcase their techniques and prowess and this was the best option they had. Becoming a senior member of the Gillette Household by passing the competition would elevate any individual immediately.
In this world, cultivating a technique was very important and everyone intended to make it to the highest, going as far as possible. This competition was the first step in a long journey to greatness.
Paired in groups of two to five, people stayed together discussing the affairs related to the competition.
Two figures stepped into the scene at this moment. A fat and thin individual who looked odd when paired together. They walked neither fast nor slow as they made strides majestically. Eyes looked at them like savage dogs, ready to take a bite.
Maxwell immediately put on a weird smile as he observed with contempt.
"Well! Well!! Well!!! If it isn't the bastard and his sidekick. Don't tell me you intend to join the competition?"
"Hahaha..."
Laughter echoed as people started to ridicule Maxwell and Constantine.
"This bastard couldn't even take on a beggar, what makes him think he could make an impact in the competition?"
"Horse stables assistant, what do you think you're doing here? This place is not for you, you'd better get out of here before we send you away."
"Yes, leave now before it gets out of hand."
Words continued to fly around with Maxwell and Constantine the ridicule.
"Damn fools!" Maxwell scoffed at them.
Constantine stood by the side of Maxwell like a giant. His demeanour had changed into anger as she blurted out. "Go on, continue and see what we can do." Constantine had never been a scared cat and he wasn't planning on becoming one now. Constantine was ready to defend Maxwell with his life, a very risky but bold move.
"Look at this bastard, talking back at us."
"What do you expect when his boss is a nobody?" The words continued to rain down on them.
Maxwell had officially turned into public enemy number one.
Constantine's anger had reached its limit as he suddenly moved in a frenzy. He had always had a nickname. "Baby Constance."
Whenever Maxwell was in trouble, Constantine would rush to his defence and would always get beaten because he was stuck at the lowest rank for levelling. Today was no different.
The crowd present on the scene was already over a hundred and if it came to blows, the tides were already set.
The Gillette Household has a code of conduct within the premises of the academy that stated that fighting wasn't allowed and anyone who initiated a fight by making the first attack attempt would be the person to face the consequences.
Constantine couldn't care less about what would happen, but Maxwell did. He stepped up and blocked Constantine's path smiling. "Do not give these lazy bunch the jokes they deserve. They'll surely pay up soon."
Maxwell let go of Constantine as he made his way up to the front desk for registration. "I'll be registering for the competition."
Old Cain was the person in charge of the registration as he sat at the back of the desk. "This is no place for you Sir Maxwell." The old man said after adjusting his glasses. This was him being kind. "Please leave now before it's too late."
Suddenly the crowd began to make way as some people came through. Vincent and Lena, accompanied by some loyal members, came through the path that was created. "What do we have here?" Vincent mocked.
"A bastard that gets beaten up by a beggar, I don't think he could do any better," Lena said before bursting into laughter.
Old Cain rushed to interfere between them after taking a glance at Vincent. He stood up from his seat. "Sir Maxwell, to be able to compete in the entrance competition, a minimum of Level 7, Bronze Rank. I suggest you just leave now since you're crippled already."
"Not even a single level up for you even if you were to compete. Your entire life is now worthless."
The voices came from the crowd again making a mockery of Maxwell.
Maxwell was already boiling in anger. "Old Cain, I think there's an option that states that the heir to the Gillette Household is qualified to compete in any competition he wishes and could become a senior member if he wishes to?"
This was a rule only senior members of the Gillette Household knew and it clearly gave rights to the heir to the Gillette Household to compete in any competition exclusively. Old Cain had the look of surprise on his face as he stared at Maxwell, who pretended not to notice.
The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar of laughter. "Hahaha..."
"He still calls himself the heir? Hahaha..."
"What a joke, this is probably the best joke I've seen in a long time."
"Wake up from your fantasy," Vincent said. "Thinking you could still become Lord of this household was a dream too far-fetched for you, don't you think?"
"Old Cain, like I said is there any rule like I stated?" Maxwell asked again.
Old Cain shook his head in defeat as he acknowledged Maxwell. "Yes."
Maxwell continued with another round of exposure. "My father, Viktor Gillette, had completed all the necessary rights needed for me to become Lord when I was of age, and my status as heir has not changed, last I remember. Meaning I am still the heir and was very much eligible for the competition."
Maxwell's words were full of reasoning and there was no way anyone could refuse him now.
Old Cain said. "All you've said is true but..."
"Am I not eligible?" Maxwell interrupted him before he could finish.
"Then, there's nothing I can do about it. If you wish to walk to your own death." Old Cain has given up now. "Yes, you are eligible."
"What nonsense." Vincent cursed out. "Who in the world do you think you are, bastard?"
"Not eligible, you hear me. Not eligible."
Maxwell was done holding back his anger. The insults and ridicule were now out of his nerves. "And what makes it so?"
"Crackle!"
"Activate Divine Technique: Overdrive!"