33 Risen#re

Mordred looked up at the figure in front of him and gritted his teeth slightly, it was none other than the bane of his dating life, his ex-girlfriend Mizuhara Farrian.

Her dark-purple hair that appeared almost black fell to her shoulders and her big black eyes were fixed on him with an enticing look in them.

She smiled at him softly and nibbled on her lower lip as if she was nervous while looking at him, but he knew that it was all just a lie, a façade, that she had a talent in putting up, it was what had originally drawn him to her.

"What do you want?" Mordred asked coldly, and quickly turned away from her.

All this time he didn't want to make a big deal and confront her about the insults she had hurled at him because it would only bring him unwanted trouble.

In an academy where every grade has 30 classes, it could be said that anyone in the first 10 classes were the cream of the crop, and Mizuhara was in the 5-C class, her scores had earned her the favour of her family.

As someone from an ancient family, one of the test factors for him was to avoid unnecessary conflict with the families of the great civilizations, and him angering the Farrian family would no doubt have a bad effect on him.

Although he knew that it was probably because of his passive stance that he had to take that she enjoyed spreading degrading rumours about him, there was a certain pleasure that people tend to feel when they can hit someone that isn't allowed to hit back.

As far as Mordred could tell, the only reason she dated him was to find out the Pendragon family's goal in placing him in the academy, but since he didn't even know himself it was pointless, after that she dumped him and made up a bunch of degrading stories about him.

Mizuhara smiled at him not caring about his cold attitude, "There's no need to be so cold, we are all in this together," she said warmly.

"As for what I want," she said slowly stepping closer and lowering her tone, "I just want to help you, I can tell that you're looking for something important," she said stepping close and running her hand along his muscular arm.

"You know, miss Edith just promoted me to a captain, so I have a tent of my own, maybe you can come by later… and we can catch up," she said suggestively and squeezed his arm between her soft breasts.

Mordred groaned slightly against his will, he didn't want to admit it, but he did enjoy the feeling of her pressing her curvy body against him, but it was just for a moment before he yanked his arm away from her.

Instead of showing any annoyance or frustration Mizuhara only gave him a knowing smile, "Am I no longer good enough for you now that you've killed a big strong drake," she teased him and stuck her tongue out at him cutely.

Her attitude only caused him to frown, "Hahaha!" he laughed derisively, "You've had your fun messing with me, now you can leave me alone!" he half shouted at her.

His frustration, however, only seemed to entice her, "You know that we were great together, so why don't you just come back to me, surely you realise that I spread those rumours around so that no other girls could have you besides me," she said sweetly meeting his eyes.

Mordred didn't know how to feel about everything she was saying, apart of him wanted to believe that she genuinely liked him, but he just couldn't believe it but before he could say anything to her another voice sounded from behind him.

"You really are a bitch!" Mordred turned around and saw his class representative Sarah Jane looking at Mizuhara coldly.

Mizuhara frowned at the unwelcome disturbance, but quickly her face held a smug grin as she realized who it was, "Are you talking about me, miss goody two-shoes," she chuckled.

"You know if there's anyone Mordred considers a bigger bitch than me it's got to be you, for always ratting him out when he messes around in class," Mizuhara laughed condescendingly at her.

Seeing Sarah's confused face she continued, "You know he would always complain about you when we were together, he would tell me how you would watch him like a hawk and the moment he did something wrong you'd make a big deal about it and cause him trouble."

"I was just doing my job as class rep to help him," Sarah defended herself while looking at Mordred with saddened eyes.

Mizuhara scoffed and looked at her in amusement, "Mordred might be dense enough to believe that crap, but you're so obvious it was an eye sore every time I saw you looking at him, why do you think I made up all those rumour to turn him into a laughing stock?"

"It was to protect my property from hawks like you," Mizuhara said with a sneer, ", and it seemed to work pretty well since you were to proud to be seen walking around with a laughing stock," she said glancing at Mordred.

Mordred was in the middle of the two, but he couldn't wrap his head around what was going on, judging from Sarah Jane's shocked expression he felt that Mizuhara wasn't wrong with what she was implying, which left him in complete disbelief.

'I just want to find that stupid sword, I don't have the time for this girl fight,' he thought as he still struggled to come to terms with the fact that the fight was over him.

"S-stop lying," Sarah stammered, "We both know that the only reason you are coming back to him now after you dumped him is because, he's probably going to become a Pendragon when we return from the expedition!"

Mizuhara looked at her and smirked, "Isn't that the same reason that you followed him out here," she smiled knowingly, "Now that he's going to become a Pendragon it doesn't matter if there are some rumours about him, you can walk around with him proudly and you family might even approve of it," Mizuhara stated with a victorious smirk.

She had hit the nail on the head judging from how Sarah dropped her head in shame, "The next time you want to call someone else a bitch, do yourself a favour and remember that you're one as well."

"Lirian is taking all the credit for himself," Mordred lied to the two of them, he really wanted this crap to stop and he figured this was the best way to do it, besides it wasn't a complete lie if he couldn't find the sword, which seemed extremely unlikely he wasn't going to inherit his family name.

The two stopped and looked at him, "But that's not fair, you helped!", both of them cried out together, when they realised what they had done they turned away from each-other huffing loudly.

"If you guys don't like it then feel free to take it up with Lirian, but I'm not taking that chance," he said honestly, the image of Lirian holding that girl over the ledge for not agreeing with the role she was given flashed in their minds making them shiver.

Mizuhara sighed but looked back at him, "It doesn't matter, I already said that I want you back," she took a step closer to him and spoke loud enough for Sarah to hear, "I'll leave the flaps to my tent spread wide open tonight, just for you," she said seductively as she left.

Mordred felt that even the ants walking in their lines picked up the implication of her words and he couldn't stop himself from gulping loudly.

He turned to look at Sarah with complex emotions, on one hand he found out that she likes him and that every thing she had done was to get his attention, but at the same time she didn't deny that she was to embarrassed to go out with him after the rumours about him started to spread.

It was a sour pill for him to swallow, and he didn't know if he should be angry at her for being so full of herself or thank her for always trying to help him out in her own rule abiding away.

"I-I-I'm sorry," Sarah stammered out an apology, her face was completely red and little tears could be seen in the corner of her eyes.

Mordred was so used to seeing her stern face, that seeing her all embarrassed and nervous was a huge surprise, she looked like a completely different person.

"You must think I'm completely selfish," she said in a disheartened tone.

Mordred didn't deny that, after all they were only here because they thought that he was going to become a Pendragon, but he knew that it was the way noble society worked, relationships, were based on merit and status, without it you'd never be accepted into society.

"I noticed that you were looking for something, I can help you find it, two sets of eyes are better than one," she offered seeing an opportunity to make herself feel less bad.

Feeling that the task was impossible to complete alone he quickly told her what he was looking for and they began a very long search for the katana.