Chapter 347: The Prelude To Horrors [Pt 2]
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Chapter 347 The Prelude To Horrors [Pt 2]
"Will you be alright by yourself? Is there any way I can assist?"
Asher wasn't asking these questions because he doubted the abilities of the man before him.
Rather, it was just a sign of courtesy. As someone who was placed in charge of the Mansion and the Blanc resources in the absence of his father, Asher had to act the part.
He had to represent his father well and show as much hospitality and goodwill to their guest.
"Hm. I think I'll be fine on my own." Ater smiled with a gleam in his eyes.
Asher gulped and nodded, instantly believing it.
The way the man's all-black black suit completely complemented the rest of his clothing already gave the impression that he could handle himself.
Ater's red hair flowed like blood, and his red eyes seemed much darker and deadlier than Ralyks'. Despite all of these qualities, however, he had a bright smile on his handsome face.
He was too good-looking, having a form of roguish charm that made him irresistible. Yet, Asher felt like if he got too close, he would be swatted like an insect and meet his end.
These mixed signals caused the man to keep his distance while speaking to Ater.
"Now that I think of it, though, it would be nice to have a spectator." Ater narrowed his gaze on the trembling one.
"What do you think?"
Something within Asher told him to reject the subtle invitation, but he also knew he couldn't run away from his responsibility as the host.
He was meant to help out as much as he could.
"I-I would gladly spectate your battle!" Asher realized how lame his declaration was as soon as he said it, but he stuck to it anyway.
"Oh? You're volunteering yourself? That's so nice of you."
'Eh? He didn't mean me?'
The confusion on Asher's face was filled with shock when Ater suddenly appeared in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
A devilish smile played on his face, causing Asher to shudder.
He was beginning to have doubts about his response, and an inner voice screamed at him to back away.
But wasn't it too late?
He had already given his word.
"Don't worry, you won't be in any danger. Thank you for offering yourself." Ater tapped his shoulder and gave a softer, well-meaning smile.
"I accept your offer."
Asher gulped after hearing those words.
There was no concept of the Devil in the world of H'Trae, but if there was, then Ater seemed like the proper representation of such. nove(l)bi(n.)com
—An entity of untold malevolence.
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"It looks like we're all set."
The one who spoke was a man in a dark purple robe.
He seemed like a priest, having a long staff on his hand, with bangles dangling from the top of them.
That would be hypocritical.
'I have to do what I have to do to get what I want.'
Such was the nature of this world.
After the Dragons came and burned down his Kingdom, turning his world to ash, he had an epiphany.
—Living is not for the weak.
The strong takes whatever they want, and that is the natural order of things.
That was why he ended up burning through his life essence— looking like an old man as a result.
It was so he could live.
'I just have to complete this mission and be done with it. I'll enjoy my fine wine in my luxurious home and eat the finest of meals.'
That would help sate his conscience.
Then, he could tell himself that his actions tonight were worth it.
"Jawl is with the rest of our troops. We're ready to depart at your command."
One of the ladies, Feyu, was the one who uttered those words.
She wasn't particularly attractive, but Claudius desired her. Unfortunately, she would never even look at him for even a second.
Not while he had such a hideous face.
Her speciality was Elemental Magic, though only at the basic level.
She was still quite skilled.
"When are we leaving?" The second female spoke.
This one had the height of a ten-year old, but she was actually twelve.
Rumors had it that she was Fenrir's daughter, and due to her immense talent, she was added to the ranks of the Mercenary Gang.
Regardless of her status or whether the rumors were true, the fact remained that the girl named Shuri had climbed the ladder of the Gang on her own.
Without any aid, she was able to become a member of the Nine Heads of Destruction.
Out of all the members, she had the most potential.
"Huu..." Claudius heaved a sigh and looked at Feyu and Shuri with narrowed eyes.
He steeled his heart and prepared himself for yet another massacre.
"We're leaving now."
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Chapter 347 The Prelude To Horrors [Pt 2]
"Will you be alright by yourself? Is there any way I can assist?"
Asher wasn't asking these questions because he doubted the abilities of the man before him.
Rather, it was just a sign of courtesy. As someone who was placed in charge of the Mansion and the Blanc resources in the absence of his father, Asher had to act the part.
He had to represent his father well and show as much hospitality and goodwill to their guest.
"Hm. I think I'll be fine on my own." Ater smiled with a gleam in his eyes.
Asher gulped and nodded, instantly believing it.
The way the man's all-black black suit completely complemented the rest of his clothing already gave the impression that he could handle himself.
Ater's red hair flowed like blood, and his red eyes seemed much darker and deadlier than Ralyks'. Despite all of these qualities, however, he had a bright smile on his handsome face.
He was too good-looking, having a form of roguish charm that made him irresistible. Yet, Asher felt like if he got too close, he would be swatted like an insect and meet his end.
These mixed signals caused the man to keep his distance while speaking to Ater.
"Now that I think of it, though, it would be nice to have a spectator." Ater narrowed his gaze on the trembling one.
"What do you think?"
Something within Asher told him to reject the subtle invitation, but he also knew he couldn't run away from his responsibility as the host.
He was meant to help out as much as he could.
"I-I would gladly spectate your battle!" Asher realized how lame his declaration was as soon as he said it, but he stuck to it anyway.
"Oh? You're volunteering yourself? That's so nice of you."
'Eh? He didn't mean me?'
The confusion on Asher's face was filled with shock when Ater suddenly appeared in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
A devilish smile played on his face, causing Asher to shudder.
He was beginning to have doubts about his response, and an inner voice screamed at him to back away.
But wasn't it too late?
He had already given his word.
"Don't worry, you won't be in any danger. Thank you for offering yourself." Ater tapped his shoulder and gave a softer, well-meaning smile.
"I accept your offer."
Asher gulped after hearing those words.
There was no concept of the Devil in the world of H'Trae, but if there was, then Ater seemed like the proper representation of such. nove(l)bi(n.)com
—An entity of untold malevolence.
**********
"It looks like we're all set."
The one who spoke was a man in a dark purple robe.
He seemed like a priest, having a long staff on his hand, with bangles dangling from the top of them.
That would be hypocritical.
'I have to do what I have to do to get what I want.'
Such was the nature of this world.
After the Dragons came and burned down his Kingdom, turning his world to ash, he had an epiphany.
—Living is not for the weak.
The strong takes whatever they want, and that is the natural order of things.
That was why he ended up burning through his life essence— looking like an old man as a result.
It was so he could live.
'I just have to complete this mission and be done with it. I'll enjoy my fine wine in my luxurious home and eat the finest of meals.'
That would help sate his conscience.
Then, he could tell himself that his actions tonight were worth it.
"Jawl is with the rest of our troops. We're ready to depart at your command."
One of the ladies, Feyu, was the one who uttered those words.
She wasn't particularly attractive, but Claudius desired her. Unfortunately, she would never even look at him for even a second.
Not while he had such a hideous face.
Her speciality was Elemental Magic, though only at the basic level.
She was still quite skilled.
"When are we leaving?" The second female spoke.
This one had the height of a ten-year old, but she was actually twelve.
Rumors had it that she was Fenrir's daughter, and due to her immense talent, she was added to the ranks of the Mercenary Gang.
Regardless of her status or whether the rumors were true, the fact remained that the girl named Shuri had climbed the ladder of the Gang on her own.
Without any aid, she was able to become a member of the Nine Heads of Destruction.
Out of all the members, she had the most potential.
"Huu..." Claudius heaved a sigh and looked at Feyu and Shuri with narrowed eyes.
He steeled his heart and prepared himself for yet another massacre.
"We're leaving now."
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*
[A/N]
Thanks for reading!
Chapter 347 The Prelude To Horrors Pt 2 "Will you be alright by yourself? Is there any way I can assist?" Asher wasn't asking these questions because he doubted the abilities of the man before him. Rather, it was just a sign of courtesy. As someone who was placed in charge of the Mansion and the Blanc resources in the absence of his father, Asher had to act the part. He had to represent his father well and show as much hospitality and goodwill to their guest. "Hm. I think I'll be fine on my own." Ater smiled with a gleam in his eyes. Asher gulped and nodded, instantly believing it. The way the man's all-black black suit completely complemented the rest of his clothing already gave the impression that he could handle himself. Ater's red hair flowed like blood, and his red eyes seemed much darker and deadlier than Ralyks'. Despite all of these qualities, however, he had a bright smile on his handsome face. He was too good-looking, having a form of roguish charm that made him irresistible. Yet, Asher felt like if he got too close, he would be swatted like an insect and meet his end. These mixed signals caused the man to keep his distance while speaking to Ater. "Now that I think of it, though, it would be nice to have a spectator." Ater narrowed his gaze on the trembling one. "What do you think?" Something within Asher told him to reject the subtle invitation, but he also knew he couldn't run away from his responsibility as the host. He was meant to help out as much as he could. "I-I would gladly spectate your battle!" Asher realized how lame his declaration was as soon as he said it, but he stuck to it anyway. "Oh? You're volunteering yourself? That's so nice of you." 'Eh? He didn't mean me?' The confusion on Asher's face was filled with shock when Ater suddenly appeared in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder. A devilish smile played on his face, causing Asher to shudder. He was beginning to have doubts about his response, and an inner voice screamed at him to back away. But wasn't it too late? He had already given his word. "Don't worry, you won't be in any danger. Thank you for offering yourself." Ater tapped his shoulder and gave a softer, well-meaning smile. "I accept your offer." Asher gulped after hearing those words. There was no concept of the Devil in the world of H'Trae, but if there was, then Ater seemed like the proper representation of such. novelbin.comAn entity of untold malevolence. ********** "It looks like we're all set." The one who spoke was a man in a dark purple robe. He seemed like a priest, having a long staff on his hand, with bangles dangling from the top of them. That would be hypocritical. 'I have to do what I have to do to get what I want.' Such was the nature of this world. After the Dragons came and burned down his Kingdom, turning his world to ash, he had an epiphany. Living is not for the weak. The strong takes whatever they want, and that is the natural order of things. That was why he ended up burning through his life essence looking like an old man as a result. It was so he could live. 'I just have to complete this mission and be done with it. I'll enjoy my fine wine in my luxurious home and eat the finest of meals.' That would help sate his conscience. Then, he could tell himself that his actions tonight were worth it. "Jawl is with the rest of our troops. We're ready to depart at your command." One of the ladies, Feyu, was the one who uttered those words. She wasn't particularly attractive, but Claudius desired her. Unfortunately, she would never even look at him for even a second. Not while he had such a hideous face. Her speciality was Elemental Magic, though only at the basic level. She was still quite skilled. "When are we leaving?" The second female spoke. This one had the height of a ten-year old, but she was actually twelve. Rumors had it that she was Fenrir's daughter, and due to her immense talent, she was added to the ranks of the Mercenary Gang. Regardless of her status or whether the rumors were true, the fact remained that the girl named Shuri had climbed the ladder of the Gang on her own. Without any aid, she was able to become a member of the Nine Heads of Destruction. Out of all the members, she had the most potential. "Huu..." Claudius heaved a sigh and looked at Feyu and Shuri with narrowed eyes. He steeled his heart and prepared himself for yet another massacre. "We're leaving now." * * * A/N Thanks for reading!
