From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 342

From Outcast to Overlord: The Unyielding Heir

Chapter 342 The Four Scions Arrive

Eira’s calm expression suddenly flushed crimson, and the fury in her eyes looked ready to ignite.

She jabbed a slender finger at Leander, her expression beyond words. Even Tycen had never seen her lose it like this.

“Leander, you b*stard! I knew you weren’t dead! I said it all along–scum like you don’t just keel over from some sickness. Parasites like you live long enough to curse the world for a century. You filthy lowlife—you finally crawled out of hiding!” Each word came through clenched teeth. She was never one to curse, but now she was dragging up every foul insult her mind could conjure just to hurl at him.

Everyone nearby just froze, wide–eyed and clueless about what was happening.

Eira had always been the natural leader among the younger crowd in Highcliffe. She had a mind built for strategy, always three steps ahead. She even outmatched Daphne in some ways, and Tycen–the heir and a born powerbroker–followed her lead without question.

Yet here she was, unraveling like a girl whose secret had been exposed. Her anger carried a raw shame, as if Leander had struck at something she could never forgive.

If anyone else had screamed at him like that, Leander would have erased them from the world without a thought. But with Eira, he just stood there, scratching the bridge of his nose with an awkward look, unmoved by her fury.

When Leander was nine, he used to sneak up the back side of Westvale Peak to practice his forms. After finishing his drills one afternoon, he followed the sound of running water, planning to rinse off in a quiet pool farther up the creek.

But when he got there, he froze. Some clothes were hanging from a young tree near the water’s edge.

He glanced toward the pool and caught sight of a girl, maybe ten or eleven, splashing around in the shallows. She stood up momentarily, and he couldn’t help but notice the curve of her chest and the flash of cartoon–print underwear peeking through.

That girl was Eira.

From that day on, she treated him like her sworn enemy. Leander got chased, scolded, and ambushed by her almost daily. Since she already looked older than her age, he nicknamed her ‘the silly girl.‘

Back in Highcliffe, aside from spending time with Daphne and Ethan, Eira was the one he up around the most.

Things only changed when he turned ten. Gareth stripped him of his martial power and threw him out, and Leander never saw Eira again. He certainly never expected that their paths would cross in a scene like this nine years later.

“Eira, you know this guy?” Tycen’s eyes darkened as he caught the way Eira flinched at the stranger. The intense reaction made his gut tighten, and he pressed her for an answer.

But Eira didn’t spare him a glance. Her cheeks burned with anger and shame as she turned sharply toward Rodrick instead. “Rodrick, don’t you have unfinished business with him, too? You’ve asked me over and over to join the Wave Alliance, and I always turned you down. Well, not anymore. I’m officially in. From this moment, I’ll be the second honorary president. My only condition–make sure that b*stard doesn’t walk out of Maplebrook Axis tonight. Whatever it takes.”

Her words cut like steel, every syllable hard and final. The grim resolve in her tone lit a spark of delight across Rodrick’s expression.

He’d been chasing her support for so long, but she never agreed. Who would’ve thought it would be Leander, of all people, who pushed her into committing so decisively?

On my own, I wouldn’t dare pick a fight with Leander. But with two of Highcliffe’s brightest young elites backing me up, what the hell do I have to be afraid of?

Leander just shook his head, looking helpless.

Looks like nine years haven’t done a thing to soften Eira’s grudge against me. Every time she sees me, she’s still coming at me like she wants blood.

“B*stard. I couldn’t touch you before–but tonight, let’s see if you can slip out of my hands.”

Eira’s eyes swept coldly across the space as her fingers curled into a fist. At her side, Tycen and Rodrick stood with equally dark expressions.

The arena shook again. The night’s drama just kept piling on–first, Leander had forced Rodrick to back off with just a few words, enough to leave everyone rattled. But now Tycen and Eira had both stepped in, two powerhouses throwing their weight against him.

The situation was clear: none of the three intended to let Leander walk away. Both Highcliffe’s brightest young elites and the head of the Wave Alliance–hell, even if Ethan, Highcliffe’s number–one heir, showed up,

Dealing with Rodrick alone is already a stretch. Now, with Tycen and Eira pressing in, the weight is suffocating. How’s Leander supposed to take all that with a frame that thin?

The words hit him like a jolt. He and Eira might have been engaged, but she had never let him get close. Not once. He hadn’t even held her hand. She was always cool, always untouchable.

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