So, tell me, do you wish to continue with our plan, or would you rather die along side your family?" it was an honest question from Lirian.
He waited for Izlandi to give him an answer, she had stopped crying hours ago, even a melodramatic noble trained in the ways of the theatre would find it a near impossible task to keep crying for hours on end.
"..."
"I-I-I…I want to continue," Izlandi snivelled after a long silence.
Internally she was already coming up with plans of her own, 'You don't want to take me with you, but I'll definitely find a way to make you take me with you,' she thought with determination.
"I see," Lirian said, what ever her thoughts were Lirian had no clue, at this point it could be anything from planning out her future by herself, to betraying him, but Lirian didn't care about it either.
"Since we are still on the same page I have a question to ask you, does your family possess a condensation ring?" Lirian asked.
Izlandi looked at Lirian blankly and tilted her head in confusion, "What is that?" she asked earnestly.
Lirian sighed and shook his head, 'And here I was getting my hopes up about testing my current powers against a true knight.'
A condensation ring was actually a special kind of stone that was born in nature, with just a singular purpose, it increased the potency of the world's breath.
The world had a third grade breath potency which meant that by using the worlds breath, the third grade was essentially the maximum that one would ever be able to reach, the worlds breath would offer no more aid in one's cultivation journey.
That said there were several natural solutions to breach this limit, and the easiest of all was to obtain a condensation ring, it was a special kind of stone that absorbed breath and increased its potency.
Back on Xelia, Lirian had actually created a few devices from spare parts and components that could concentrate and intensify a fixed amount of breath.
It could turn the breath into seventh grade quality in a couple hundred years.
The thing about this world was, they weren't technologically advanced, while the materials used to create the devices was just some scraps on Xelia, out here the materials would be less common, but not impossible to find, but Lirian figured that it would be a while before he needed to make use of such a device.
'Well I suppose that there is a chance that they possess one, after all Rupid does appear to have some mysterious contact that brought him all those ballistae, I guess that I'll just have to wait and see,' Lirian finally thought.
"I'll deliver the poison to you in a few days, given the current changes in the population, we won't need nearly as much," Lirian said as he jumped of the wall, landing softly on the empty street.
The city was pretty much emptied out, without a soul to be seen in any direction.
Lirian suddenly came to a halt when he saw a speck of orange approaching.
"We kept our part of the deal, now honour yours, return my niece this instant," Conner emerged and spoke in a slightly overbearing tone.
"Oh," Lirian smiled at Conner, "It seems that you still haven't learnt your lesson from earlier, would you like for me to repeat it?" Lirian smirked and the air around him came to a standstill as he exuded waves of crushing energy, that sent cracks spiralling through the ground.
"Uncle," Izlandi shouted desperately, she could feel it, Lirian intended to kill him if he showed even an ounce more of disrespect.
Conner gritted his teeth in frustration, but ultimately lowered his head, "Please return her to me," he eventually forced out.
"Haha," Lirian laughed, "Where's Rupid, I'm surprised that he didn't come to take back his precious daughter?" Lirian asked, although he knew that Rupid was in no condition to move after the injuries he had inflicted on him.
But feeling the rising anger in Conner, was enough to fill Lirian with glee, 'It really is so much fun to gloat over your victory,' Lirian thought.
"Here catch," Lirian said as he tossed Izlandi through the air and into Conner's arms.
After catching her Conner checked to see if she was fine and asked her several, important questions, which included asking her if Lirian took advantage of her in any physical manner.
He sighed in relief when Izlandi said that she was completely fine, just then Izlandi heard a voice in her head, 'Do you see, even your uncle's concern comes with a price, he was more relieved to hear that you're still a virgin than anything else.'
Izlandi closed her eyes and tried not to let Lirian's words affect her mind, but she couldn't deny that there was some truth to his words.
With the questions over he picked up Izlandi and turned to leave.
'How rude he didn't even thank me for being such an honourable man, I didn't even touch a single part on her body, when I could have had my way with her?' Lirian felt that he was truly ungrateful.
"I've been meaning to ask how is that daughter of yours doing?" he asked suddenly with mocking concern.
Conner stopped suddenly and Izlandi saw the murderous desires cropping up in his face, but she sighed in relief when he gritted his teeth and continued to move.
"You know if your looking for a person to blame for all of this, it's her and her squad," Lirian continued to call out from behind.
"But then you knew that already, otherwise they wouldn't be hanging in your dungeon,"
"I wonder did any of them fess up the truth about where they really found me?" Lirian asked, finally his words triggered a response from Conner.
Conner turned to face him with a cold glint in his eyes, "What do you mean?" he asked.
Lirian chuckled, "Oh come on, can't you put the pieces together, the silver hair, the caravan attacks, the disappearance of the Willcolly residents," Lirian sighed as he spelled it out for Conner.
"You mean that was all you're doing?" he asked.
Lirian nodded with a gloating smile, "I must say that your descendants sure do know how to torture a guy, for almost an entire month they had their way with me," Lirian said.
"But I must say I'm quite disappointed, you really thought your people how dish to it out, but unfortunately you guys aren't capable of taking as much as you dish out, it's pathetic really," Lirian laughed.
"All it took me was a few days and you've already folded under my feet, like good little dogs," Lirian mocked him incessantly.
"And you know what, all of it is thanks to your daughter, you must feel so proud to have raised such a prodigal child, she successfully brought about the collapse of your family,"
"Your ancestors will be so proud when they find out," Lirian gloated.
"Damn you," Conner turned back in a rage with his mana pouring into his fingers.
"UNCLE STOP!" Izlandi cried and grabbed his arm in fear, "He's trying to goad you into a fight you can't win!" she cried desperately to his reason.
Conner stopped and heaved heavily, his eyes were like piercing drills, meant to drill deep into Lirian's heart.
So, tell me, do you wish to continue with our plan, or would you rather die along side your family?" it was an honest question from Lirian.
He waited for Izlandi to give him an answer, she had stopped crying hours ago, even a melodramatic noble trained in the ways of the theatre would find it a near impossible task to keep crying for hours on end.
"..."
"I-I-I…I want to continue," Izlandi snivelled after a long silence.
Internally she was already coming up with plans of her own, 'You don't want to take me with you, but I'll definitely find a way to make you take me with you,' she thought with determination.
"I see," Lirian said, what ever her thoughts were Lirian had no clue, at this point it could be anything from planning out her future by herself, to betraying him, but Lirian didn't care about it either.
"Since we are still on the same page I have a question to ask you, does your family possess a condensation ring?" Lirian asked.
Izlandi looked at Lirian blankly and tilted her head in confusion, "What is that?" she asked earnestly.
Lirian sighed and shook his head, 'And here I was getting my hopes up about testing my current powers against a true knight.'
A condensation ring was actually a special kind of stone that was born in nature, with just a singular purpose, it increased the potency of the world's breath.
The world had a third grade breath potency which meant that by using the worlds breath, the third grade was essentially the maximum that one would ever be able to reach, the worlds breath would offer no more aid in one's cultivation journey.
That said there were several natural solutions to breach this limit, and the easiest of all was to obtain a condensation ring, it was a special kind of stone that absorbed breath and increased its potency.
Back on Xelia, Lirian had actually created a few devices from spare parts and components that could concentrate and intensify a fixed amount of breath.
It could turn the breath into seventh grade quality in a couple hundred years.
The thing about this world was, they weren't technologically advanced, while the materials used to create the devices was just some scraps on Xelia, out here the materials would be less common, but not impossible to find, but Lirian figured that it would be a while before he needed to make use of such a device.
'Well I suppose that there is a chance that they possess one, after all Rupid does appear to have some mysterious contact that brought him all those ballistae, I guess that I'll just have to wait and see,' Lirian finally thought.
"I'll deliver the poison to you in a few days, given the current changes in the population, we won't need nearly as much," Lirian said as he jumped of the wall, landing softly on the empty street.
The city was pretty much emptied out, without a soul to be seen in any direction.
Lirian suddenly came to a halt when he saw a speck of orange approaching.
"We kept our part of the deal, now honour yours, return my niece this instant," Conner emerged and spoke in a slightly overbearing tone.
"Oh," Lirian smiled at Conner, "It seems that you still haven't learnt your lesson from earlier, would you like for me to repeat it?" Lirian smirked and the air around him came to a standstill as he exuded waves of crushing energy, that sent cracks spiralling through the ground.
"Uncle," Izlandi shouted desperately, she could feel it, Lirian intended to kill him if he showed even an ounce more of disrespect.
Conner gritted his teeth in frustration, but ultimately lowered his head, "Please return her to me," he eventually forced out.
"Haha," Lirian laughed, "Where's Rupid, I'm surprised that he didn't come to take back his precious daughter?" Lirian asked, although he knew that Rupid was in no condition to move after the injuries he had inflicted on him.
But feeling the rising anger in Conner, was enough to fill Lirian with glee, 'It really is so much fun to gloat over your victory,' Lirian thought.
"Here catch," Lirian said as he tossed Izlandi through the air and into Conner's arms.
After catching her Conner checked to see if she was fine and asked her several, important questions, which included asking her if Lirian took advantage of her in any physical manner.
He sighed in relief when Izlandi said that she was completely fine, just then Izlandi heard a voice in her head, 'Do you see, even your uncle's concern comes with a price, he was more relieved to hear that you're still a virgin than anything else.'
Izlandi closed her eyes and tried not to let Lirian's words affect her mind, but she couldn't deny that there was some truth to his words.
With the questions over he picked up Izlandi and turned to leave.
'How rude he didn't even thank me for being such an honourable man, I didn't even touch a single part on her body, when I could have had my way with her?' Lirian felt that he was truly ungrateful.
"I've been meaning to ask how is that daughter of yours doing?" he asked suddenly with mocking concern.
Conner stopped suddenly and Izlandi saw the murderous desires cropping up in his face, but she sighed in relief when he gritted his teeth and continued to move.
"You know if your looking for a person to blame for all of this, it's her and her squad," Lirian continued to call out from behind.
"But then you knew that already, otherwise they wouldn't be hanging in your dungeon,"
"I wonder did any of them fess up the truth about where they really found me?" Lirian asked, finally his words triggered a response from Conner.
Conner turned to face him with a cold glint in his eyes, "What do you mean?" he asked.
Lirian chuckled, "Oh come on, can't you put the pieces together, the silver hair, the caravan attacks, the disappearance of the Willcolly residents," Lirian sighed as he spelled it out for Conner.
"You mean that was all you're doing?" he asked.
Lirian nodded with a gloating smile, "I must say that your descendants sure do know how to torture a guy, for almost an entire month they had their way with me," Lirian said.
"But I must say I'm quite disappointed, you really thought your people how dish to it out, but unfortunately you guys aren't capable of taking as much as you dish out, it's pathetic really," Lirian laughed.
"All it took me was a few days and you've already folded under my feet, like good little dogs," Lirian mocked him incessantly.
"And you know what, all of it is thanks to your daughter, you must feel so proud to have raised such a prodigal child, she successfully brought about the collapse of your family,"
"Your ancestors will be so proud when they find out," Lirian gloated.
"Damn you," Conner turned back in a rage with his mana pouring into his fingers.
"UNCLE STOP!" Izlandi cried and grabbed his arm in fear, "He's trying to goad you into a fight you can't win!" she cried desperately to his reason.
Conner stopped and heaved heavily, his eyes were like piercing drills, meant to drill deep into Lirian's heart.
