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บท 80: Meeting

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" The familiar voice of Mother sounded as she appeared.

Yet, the only thing within my eyes was the young girl I held within my arms. Lowering my head, our lips touched. Isaella might have been the best thing I have ever tasted, but as Yura and I connected, my mind suddenly understood something.

Pushing my tongue in, I felt Yura quiver. Her grip around me slowly grew tighter as we played a game of 'Hide and Seek' amongst each other. The misty aura of lust seemingly clouded our minds as I coiled around her sensual tongue. Opening my eyes towards Yura and her towards me we separated our breath heavy with passion.

"Y~u~r~a"

"Call me L~i~l..."

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL DOING" mother bellowed, pushing us apart as she covered her nose. "Damn it, what the hell did you two eat."

Confused, my vision suddenly turned to black as mother tapped both Yura and my head, knocking us both out.

...

...

...

Snapping my eyes open, I looked up at my ceiling. My mind slowly getting clearer as memories of what happened pieced into my mind. Touching my lips, I smiled, remembering her soft lips against mine. The subtle scent of Jasmine clouded my very fibers.

Feeling my heart beginning to beat like crazy, I abruptly saw mother glaring at me, "You really have some explaining to do? Did you try to rape Yura?" she coldly inquired with a ruthless gleam.

"Huh!?" In all my years, I have never even considered the thought of something so deprave and I fucking eat people. Rape was something degenerates do. While I know I'm a bastard. Even I would never stoop so low as to do something so disgusting. I mean, I was a handsome demon with a body of a god...Come on, who didn't want a little bit of Arsene? But why the hell would I rape someone? It's so cheap...

"The hell are you talking about? Why the fuck would you even ask that?" I angrily cursed, "You did not raise a piece of shit."

Mother seemed dumbfounded at my outburst as she looked strangely at me. Suddenly strange symbols began to appear as mother nodded,

<Truth>

"You didn't lie. That's good," she exclaimed with a joyful smile.

Realizing there was a truth formation, I shook my head in annoyance, "I don't know what happened last night, but why are you here?"

"Grey asked me to bring you over last night." She explained, twirling her hair as she eyed me up and down, with a hint of suspicion, "but after I knocked you out. I decided to wait till morning."

With a cold frown, I arose from my bed, "let's get Yura and head out. She may know more about this than I do." I said as Mother quickly frowned

"That may not be the wisest..."

"It fine, Lady Emma," an enchanting voice suddenly exclaimed, "It would seem whatever beast Arsene used had something wrong with it. The stronger the beast, the higher the effects its final primordial instinct will be. In our case, it was lust. It's a rare occurrence that only happens with sensitive animals that have strong emotions before death, but it seems we fell prey to it last night. "

Feeling my heartbeat thumping like drums, I felt my dragon quiver against my pants as I stared at Yura dressed in a bewitching white dress. Her face hanging low as she didn't dare stare into my eyes. Yet, I could feel her intense intent wrapped around me.

"Yura..." I whispered, drawing closer towards her ear, my voice only for her to hear, "I'm sorry, but I do not regret what happened. Although I am grateful mother stopped us from continuing. I do not condone drugging, those close to me."

Yura's cat-like eyes suddenly shot up as she stared deep into my eyes. Delight, anger, lust, and various emotion could be seen as she shuddered," Although I hope you will tell me your real name one day. All I have is 'Lil,' although I don't mind calling you Lil Yura. "

Widening her eyes, an enchanting smile captivated my mind as she nodded, "umn, Then grow stronger. My name is not for the weak to hear." she said with a hint of sass.

Smirking, I nodded, turning towards mother, "Let's go, we have a major problem,"

Stepping out of my room, I quickly stopped as I gazed at the pale Winfor pacing back and forth as Zef leaned across his door.

"Just let it go," Zef quietly said, his face hidden beneath the shades of his hair. " No one will find out."

Turning to Yura, I could see an intrigue gleam as she drew closer, taking a whiff as if she was a dog. "OH!!!" she blurted out, covering her mouth as she ran back, hiding behind me.

Winfor face had turned even paler like a ghost as he flickered away, yet Zef seemed to smile as he looked towards Yura, "Can you keep it a secret?"

"What secret? What is happening?" I asked, looking at the girl behind me, grinning.

"It's a secret," Said Yura and Zef simultaneously.

Glancing at mother, she too shrugged. Deciding it was not of relevance, I boarded my carriage as we headed to the Snow Estate. It had been about three months since I was last here. Mother seemed to smile as she ran her fingers through my hair, "Richter is also here, although he is pretty angry at what you did to those poor knights."

Smirking, I chuckled, stepping out as mother led Yura and me towards the meeting room. With the scent of sandalwood in the air, I turned to look at a young man with long jet black hair elegantly tied in a ponytail.

There was a graceful aura around him as he turned around towards me, eyeing both mother and me with surprise " Mother, Arsene," He shouted, rushing towards us as his arms stretched around the both of us.

"I thought you said he was angry at me?" I whispered to mother.

Beaming with love, she kissed Richter, "It's still early," she coldly said with a chuckled, sending a chill down my spine.

"Oh, she is quite correct, my dear little brother," Richter added before turning towards Yura.

His eyes seem to contract as he gasped, "Mother said you were pretty, but she neglected to state you were a goddess."

The tip of Yura's ears quickly turned a light shade of crimson as she peeked at me for a second, "It's an honor for you to grace us with your presence Sir Richter."

"Shall we enter," I annoyingly said, glaring at Richter as I pushed to door open?

"Did any of you bitches miss me?" I shouted with a domineering smile.

Slapping the back of my head, Mother shook her head, "I have brought him, Grey," Mother begrudgingly said, taking her place next to father.

Sending father a nod, I turned to look at all the major players in the Snow estate present except Yarmor. Closing the door, I showered the room in darkness as my gaze slowly turned dark and sinister.

"We are all in major trouble." I said, turning to the quiet Yura, "Can you tell everyone everything you know about the Holy Legion."

Yura seemed to freeze as she covered her mouth, "W-Who told you about them...Was it one of the Princes?"

Nodding, Yura took a deep breath, pondering for a moment," The Holy Legion is a major branch created by the Court of Nox, one of the most powerful organizations to exist. This planet, while not controlled by the Holy Legion, is responsible for exterminating Demons and Devil along with anything evil."

A cold grimace covered Grey's face as he rose from his chair, "While we may have done some despicable things, why would such a powerful organization like them find trouble with us?"

"Because all of us hold the blood of B..."

"Do not speak his name to them, Arsene. They are not like you, should they hear his name only death with follow." Yura warned, clutching my arm as she shook her head with disapproval, "All they need to know is that they hold the blood of a powerful demon."

I could see Grey turn pale as Grandfather arose, gripping his shoulder. Father, however, seem cold as he turned towards me, " How long do we have,"

Shaking my head, Yura suddenly spoke, "You all have ten or six months. Although finding a secular world like this is quite difficult, especially when your demon blood is so thin, but they may just track Arsene down. His blood is too pure to go unnoticed. It's hard to believe he is merely a half-breed."


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บท 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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