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Kapitel 81: Murder of Isaella Asterion

"I know that we are in a war, but we need to flee right away," I solemnly declared.

"We cannot run," Richtor yelled, "What of the King? What of Asterion? I have given the oath to serve and protect this kingdom."

Foolish idiot, why are you so naive? Taking a deep breath, I suddenly felt Yura shake her head as she gripped my shoulder, "Richter, if you do not leave, Asterion will die within a few minutes. The Snow family is a major house connecting all around Pendragon. They will kill everyone just so that the Snow bloodline will die out."

Clenching his fist, small droplets of blood rippled from his palm as he turned his head. There was a shameful air as he looked away as if he was betraying Asterion.

Thank God I brought Yura. I have zero patients for such foolish behavior. " She is correct, Richtor. Justice is relative, and we are part demon. You need to make a choice either to leave or cause Asterion to burn to the ground."

Sending Grey a knowing look, I turned around, taking Yura's soft palm, leaving without a moment's hesitation. A cold hue flashed from my eyes as the rays of sunlight pierce into my crimson eyes.

"Shadow, detonate the other bombs in pendragon and Romga in two weeks. We need to escalate this war even more." I softly said as Yura turned towards me.

"I will set up a portal for them, but Arsene, I hope you understand. You cannot join your family as they flee." She bitterly warned, "This sounds like the work of Drar'ethiul, and he is a bastard through and through."

"C-can you protect them?" I hopefully asked, thinking of mother and father.

"All I can do is give them safe passage, but only a few can join Arsene. My family will only accept a maybe three or four," said Yura as she turned her head away in shame.

Smiling, I patted her head, "Thank you. I know you will do all you can."

"Y-your not mad?" She questioned with teary eyes.

"Mad? Hell No! it's not like this is your fault?" I explained, yet I could see a painful glow flash through her amethyst eyes.

"Arsene, wait up!" A deep shout suddenly called.

Richer had a poor expression as he gripped my shoulder, "You cannot leave."

Frowning, I looked up as hundreds of soldiers rush through the gates of the Snow estate surrounding Yura and me with a menacing aura. Taking the lead stood a tall, bewitchingly blonde woman as she eyed me up and down with a scrutinizing glare. "Inquisitor, we would like you to come with us."

Is she on drugs...does weed even exist here in Asterion? "I will have to pass, but you can schedule a meeting with me for this week." I coldly replied, smelling something fishy was going on.

The Title of Inquisitor meant I could act freely within Pendragon. We had the right to investigate anyone, even the king himself. It was a powerful title, comparable to that of a marquess or low-rank duke. For a mere soldier to demand that I follow them was odd, not to mention such a low-grade soldier.

"Inquisitor, please, I insist. T..."

"I don't care," I abruptly yell, demonic light shimmering from my body," You can fuck off, now."

"Flay, why bother arguing with him?" an earth realm solder yelled off to the side, "We have our orders."

"Arsene, please don't..."

Richter had not even finished as my body faded. By the time these soldiers had appeared, I had already created a clone. Appearing from the very shadows of the foolish soldier who spoke, my arm already piercing through his spine, ruthlessly ripping it from his back.

Blood splattered over my face as my other palm slapped the back of his head, painting the pavement with the soldier's skull. Brain mater showered the scene as his eyeball flew along with a few teeth within Flays crossed arms. Instantly, the entire squad of soldiers drew their weapons as bloodlust filled the area. With a sadistic smile, I gazed at the shivering Flay with a tinge of disdain, "You have one chance. What is this about, or die like this fool."

My time within the World of Drar'ethiul was not wasted. I was not a human anymore, but a variant of both demon and Devil. Unless they were skill, killing low-grade earth realm masters was as simple as frying me some Isaella Bacon.

Scowling with contempt, I tossed the soldier's spine from my hand as his body began releasing a disgusting odor, still twitching on the ground as if he was still alive. Flay suddenly covered her mouth as tears ran from her eyes, "Greg...Big -Big Brother," she wailed as Greg's eyeball fell to the pavement finding its position oddly enough, staring back up at her.

"Speak, girl," I commanded a she fell to her knees, gripping her headless brother's body. Realizing I was getting nowhere, killing intent began to rise as the void shook. Stepping out stood an elderly man with square-like eyes.

"Is this your doing, Selma?" I coldly questioned, " If you wanted me, why did you send soldiers? More so of this level of skill and intelligence? "

It must have been due to my senses, but Selma's face warped as I felt killing intent filled his gaze. Nevertheless, just as I was going to speak, Flay's head flew high in the air as Yura stepped out with a cold face glaring at Selma.

"You had better had a good reason for this, Selma? Not only did they interrupt an Inquisitor but a Royal who he was accompanying," She blatantly announced.

"My apologies, but it wasn't supposed to go down like this...

"But it did. Why are you here, Selma?" Yura questioned with a royal decorum. Her gaze was filled with contempt and disgust as the rays of sunlight traced her dark silk-like hair. Dark clouds could be seen within her gaze as she awaited his response.

It may not just be me, but as Yura spoke, I felt a heavy pressure on my soul, causing both Richter and Selma to lower their heads as if they were listening to the words of the king himself.

"Isaella Asterion is dead, and Arsene Snow is the prime suspect," said Selma causing a burst of wicked laughter to echo out.

"Do you wish me to take your head, Selma?" asked Yura as she traced her bloodied sword with her index finger. "Are you telling me Arsene was capable of killing a Heavenly Transformation Master? More so Isaella Asterion, a woman that was said to be stronger than the king?"

A cold chill ran through my mind as sweat grew from my back. I did not think much of Isaella Asterion's death, as it served no purpose. If whoever killed her wanted me dead, I would be dead, but hearing Yura's words had me guessing. It finally made sense as to why my formation had no effect on that woman that night.

Lowering his head, Selma visibly gulped as he turned towards Grey and Salazar, who had just appeared. A sinister glow radiating from their bodies as Grey stepped forward. "Putting that aside, who allowed you to enter the Snow Estate with soldiers?"

Selma didn't seem even to bother to answer as Yura royal Aura seem to surpass the king himself exploded out, causing everyone to gasp. "I am waiting, Selma." she coldly declared.

"My lady its was due to finding Arsene's Aura on Isaella severed head. We..."

"Arsene, can you show everyone your Aura" Yura demanded, leaving me no room to refuse.

Smiling Demonic Qi arose like a flood bringing a hollow feeling of death around, "Was this the Aura you felt?" I asked, laughing. I had covered all my bases regarding disposing of Isaella. While I could have just hidden her body in the Ring of Bael, I needed Asterion to know that they had lost a heavenly ranked master...Well, I guess it's a heavenly Transformation Master.

Selma's face grew pale as Yura giggled, "Arsene had experienced a great change in that hell we escaped from, but no one but our team would know that. So tell me, Selma is this the Aura that was on Isaella's cold body?"

"No," Selma weakly replied.

"Oh, then what do you think that means. To me, it sounds like you tried to frame...

"I would never, my lady," Selam blustered out in panic, sweat falling from his elderly body like streams, " I-I-I was merely following Marquess Hunts lead?" He yelled, obviously pushing blame on someone else.

"Then bring me his head next time we meet...And don't you dare interrupt me again. Where it not for this war, I would have taken that little head of yours." Yura stated, pulling me away by hand. "I will be awaiting it very soon, Selma."

"Holy Shit, You're a badass," I muttered, gazing in amazement at Yura, who was struggling not to laugh. A mischievous grin masking her face as she sent me a lovable wink

"That was fun,"


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Kapitel 82: Phoenix Sect

I had never really thought of Yura as someone that held authority. She was more a mischievous cat that did anything she wanted. An uncontrollable little minx, if you will.

Sitting in the carriage, Yura had a curious gleam as she played with her hair with her fingers sending me odd glances every now and again, "Are you not sad 'she' is dead?" she questioned with a dark gleam.

"Not really. Why do you ask?" I replied, knowing she was talking about Isaella.

"Well, there are rumors regarding you two. I assume that is why Selma tried to frame you?" Yura quickly explained as she awaited my response. Her eyes never blinking once. There was a trace of insanity that confused me, but...

"Umm, I'm not really sad. It's not like I knew the Queen really well. I met her twice." I carelessly stated, why should I feel bad? It's not like I wanted to have a relationship with Isaella.

Humming with disbelief or maybe relief, Yura nodded as she turned her head towards the shadows, masking her expression from my curious eyes. It would seem like she knew something. With a light chuckle, I suddenly asked, "Do you know how to get off this Island?"

"There are about five portals. One is held by Oswin, although that idiot has no idea how to use it." Yura sharply responded with disdain. "Leaving by boat is asking for death. It would take hundreds of years just to reach the nearest continent. And the monsters there are all stronger than Heavenly Transformation cultivators."

"I can get it for you, but I am sure Bael already has plans for you. That bastard is..."

"I thought you didn't know of Bael?" I suddenly inquired with a smile that didn't reach my ears. Yura quickly paled as she realized her mistake.

Smirking, I laughed, "It's fine. I already knew you were hiding something. Although I am more interested in that Blood Knight, named Ezra."

At this point, I could practically feel the killing intent oozing around Yura like lava as she quivered in anger, to my surprise. With a crimson hue from her Amythse eyes, Yura grunted, scowling at me, "Why do you ask...Do you also want to have a run at her, too, like Isaella?"

"No, no, no," I hurried to explain as I felt a cold blade against the nape of my neck. "I was just curious about your relationship. You two seem like you knew each other for years."

"We know each other because we battled one another for years. Although I may be stuck here, Father would have me attend parties every now and again. We met a few times, and our rivalry started just like that."

"Sister-in-Law has so many secrets." An obnoxious voice suddenly sounded as a pair of arms wrapped around my neck. "But you know, most rivals of enchanting women like you tend to be just a sexy. Care to introduce me?"

God, have I done something to deserve this? Looking at my Uncle, I grieved, "Eroma, why are you here?" I asked, sending the ruby red Yura an odd glance.

"I am here to tell you your class will be heading to Demo to attack Fort Gravem." Eroma explained, handing an envelope, "Here is a detail report of who will all be there."

"You would not come to me if it was only that?" I coldly responded as Eroma suddenly looked at Yura with hesitation.

"Ummm, I guess it's fine. She is my Sister-In-Law." He muttered under his breath as Yura seemed to have zoned out as a little bit of drool slipped down her chin. "Riverdale will be there, be careful. It seems the Phenix Sect has also taken an interest in you."

"Oh them, it's fine. I don't really have plans to participate that much in this war. I have other matters at hand."

Eroma seemed to frown, shaking his head in disappointment, "Arsene, if that is your mentality, then they will kill you. There is a massive difference between a Sect and a Kingdom. Kingdoms must abide by an order to maintain a sense of security for their people, but Sects are different there rules tend to follow whoever is the strongest."

"While you were gone, some dared to attack Grey, and It did not end well. You may not know, but that demon rained so much blood of their sect that the Sect Master had to intervene. Grey by himself battled for seven days before the Phenix Sect Master retreated from his own sect."

Hearing his words, my eyes seem to gleam by themselves with a sinister hue as the carriage stopped just as Eroma gave a profound smile, "no one aside from your father and me knows what happened, but Yu Fan is a smart man. He will realize you have been kicked out of the House of Snow."

Watching as Eroma faded away like a ghost, Yura arose, her body pulsing with an amethyst light that radiated a savage Aura that sent a primordial fear down my spine.

Standing shoulder to shoulder, I stepped out of my carriage with a sinister bloodlust that only grew within the Depts of Drar'ethiuls realm. With each breath I took, I could feel my mind growing colder as five young men around the early stages of the Earth realm had the honor of witnessing their future Lord.

"Give us the Nexus Armor, Snow," A young man with long golden locks and azure blue eyes yelled with an overbearing roar.

"You will be an enemy of Pendragon should they die," Yura whispered with an indifferent murmur.

"And should that happens, the Asterion Economy will crash so much. Most of Asterion citizens will die or will leave for another kingdom." I cruelly whispered, imagining the flames of death that I prepared to swallow Pendragon whole. My goal was Ashna; innocent death's never mattered to me. I had tons of contingency to ensure my survival. The game has started. Should Oswin abandon me, nothing would change.

Yura seemed surprised for a second, but it faded as a mischievous smile appeared, "You will make a fine, Demon Lord one day."

"Give us the Nexus Armor, Snow!!!" the Golden-headed disciple repeated with ferocity. His body pulsing with golden flames with each breath he took.

With a look of scorn, I laughed. While most of the knowledge I gain from Flama had vanished, I had learned a few things regarding the Dao of Flame. And those flames were nothing short of horse shit.

"Vance, I will handle this," Another Disciple yelled as he appeared before me in a flash of golden light. His fist burning in a golden hue of flames as he struck towards my face.

BOOOOM!!!!

Humans are such interesting fools. Gazing as the smoke cleared, I watched as the little disciple shivered like an abused woman. Clenching his fist, I smiled, "You have not even opened the Gate of Fire. Moreover, you are a mere human with a flame that isn't capable of burning a coked-up whore" I wickedly voiced, ripping his arm from his socket.

A guiser of crimson rain gushed over the pavement as a roar of despair filled my ears, "MY ARM!!" MY ARM AHH HAHA MAMA MAMA MAMA!!!" he begged as he clenched his bloodied shoulder.

Bellowing in cruel laughter that cracked like a demon's I heard within the Depts of Drar'ethiuls realm. I shoved his own arm through the young disciple's skull. Chunks of brain matter painted the floor as I stepped over the lifeless disciple's body, drawing Dragonsbane from the Ring of Bael.

Vance grew pale, yet it seemed his arrogance won over reality as he roared, "The Phoenix Sect will destroy you."

Not bothering to speak, I rushed towards Vance twirling my spear as he tried to defend against me. At the same time, Yura took care of those around me. However, unlike the others, Vance was far stronger, although not nearly enough.

Blood quickly trailed over the ground as Dragonsbane stabbed into Vance's shoulder, severing his collar bone in one swift arch of Dragonsbane. Tears quickly began to rise as he clenched his bloodied shoulder. Bitting his lips as blood cascaded down his elegant Phoenix robes.

"ARSENE SNOW," Vance bellowed as he took out an oddly familiar pill.


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