ushernet Chapter 561
Chapter 561
Chapter 561: Chapter 437: Let’s Get Moving, Kill Her (Third Update, 10,700 Words!
Asking for Monthly Tickets!) Chapter 561: Chapter 437: Let’s Get Moving, Kill Her (Third Update, 10,700 Words!
Asking for Monthly Tickets!) Aiwass did nothing else.
Whether to report to Bishop Mathers that he was safe, or to look for the Grand Guardian, who might still be using the “Eye of Avalon” to search for Isabel’s whereabouts, or to find the trace of Countess Emma who had disappeared out of thin air, or even to inquire Isabel about what had happened...
As for what madness he had committed last night, Aiwass had ceased to care.
The first thing Aiwass did after returning to the Hall of Silver and Tin was to find Ligeia, briefly explain what had just happened, and hand over Isabel, who was in the form of “Yulia,” to her.
“Rest assured, kid!
...
With me watching, nothing can go wrong.”
Ligeia also squinted her eyes slightly and said decisively, “Go ahead and do whatever you want!
“If you need help, come back and find me anytime!”
It implied that he didn’t need to worry about Emma’s status.
Kill her.
Even if it meant directly declaring war on Star Antimony, it didn’t matter.
If war began, she would be standing at the very front.
This world-class powerhouse, close to a hundred years old, who had dedicated her life to the cause of peace, was now truly angered by the despicable actions of Star Antimony’s people.
Yet she did not propose for Aiwass to protect Isabel while she personally took action to kill Emma.
That of course, would have had a higher success rate—Emma could not possibly defeat Ligeia, no matter the circumstances.
Even though both were at the Fifth Power Level, there were still gaps between those at the same Power Level.
The gap between individuals at the Fifth Power Level could even be greater than that from the Fourth Power Level to the First Power Level.
If her “father” were to come, Ligeia might have been slightly wary, but to deal with Emma, Ligeia didn’t even need to summon the Scepter and Crown; just the Dragon Blood Order Curse was sufficient to kill her.
But Ligeia knew Aiwass would never agree to it.
Although Aiwass did not seem angry—his skin did not turn red due to excitement, and his face did not become ferocious from hatred.
His body was relaxed, his hands naturally hanging at his sides.
His neat clothes were not out of order, even his bow tie was tied perfectly.
His voice was calm and gentle; his eyes clear and bright.
He seemed more like someone about to give a speech or to sing praises to Candle Master solemnly in a chapel.
However, Ligeia knew with absolute clarity—Aiwass was going to kill someone.
This elegant man had been thoroughly enraged.
Ligeia had never felt such a clear and calm intent to kill emanating from Aiwass.
It was not simply about wanting to murder someone.
It was more like fulfilling a certain job.
Just as a storm descends and floodwaters rise, he had to kill the other party, inevitable as a natural disaster, rightly so.
Though Ligeia had no children, she had been married.
She’s lived for many years, playing the fool usually, but she wasn’t truly a fool.
She understood men.
At this juncture, she would not be pretentious and intervene as an elder out of false wisdom.
She would provide Aiwass with the utmost respect and support.
Aiwass nodded, then earnestly proceeded to his bedroom, putting on all the equipment he hadn’t taken with him.
Luckily, he had made the preparations the night before, Aiwass thought.
That way, it wouldn’t delay his plans to kill someone.
He also took another Ritual Dagger and tied a string around it to wear as a necklace, hanging it directly in front of his chest.
From afar, it looked like a shining cross.
Only...
After Aiwass left, Ligeia looked at “Yulia” and asked in a low voice, “Why don’t you change back?”
—Was it fear that made you forget earlier?
This was the insinuation she left unsaid at the end of her words.
But Isabel simply shook her head.
“Aiwass going to kill Emma will inevitably lead to war.
“But if war comes, Avalon will not be the one who is declared war upon—we have nothing to explain or argue for.
We are the more outraged party.
“If there must be a war between Avalon and Star Antimony, it must be initiated by me.
It cannot be because Aiwass killed Emma, but because Emma tried to lay a hand on me.”
Even though the facts indeed were so, Isabel had already been safely rescued by Aiwass.
Whipped by this lash, one would offer complete loyalty.
Aiwass, standing on the glass steps, sighed, “I didn’t expect that you would dare attack the Hall of Silver and Tin directly.”
“Why wouldn’t I?
I am not her.”
The succubus chuckled coquettishly, her voice soft and entirely different from Emma’s, “Emma wouldn’t dare, but what does that have to do with me?
“She serves her ‘father,’ and I only seek to please myself—”
Aiwass understood.
The succubus meant that it wouldn’t matter if a war broke out because of this.
She was not the Son of the Moon, not a Star Antimony, and she lacked the deep affection that comes with being a direct descendent of the Son of the Moon.
On the contrary, the succubus harbored a hatred towards the Red Chancellor—a hatred stemming from being sealed within Emma for a long time, never truly being able to hatch.
Without killing Emma, she could never emerge.
She was eager to bring disaster upon Star Antimony, to exact revenge on the “Red Chancellor” who sealed her away and kept Emma in a stable state.
“You don’t have a personal demon yet, do you?”
The Succubus looked at Aiwass with earnest, holding her own breasts with one hand, her face breaking into a radiant smile, “How about accepting me...
What do you say?
“After all, it was your blood that awakened me...
My master, my beloved.
You are my father, my savior, my lover...”
The Succubus’s eyes were brimming with tears, emotion swelling, yet it seemed somewhat affected due to the excess.
She reached out to Aiwass as if singing an opera, “When I awoke, I remembered who it was that awakened me.
I struggled through so much hardship, and finally persuaded her to let me out...
I came to find you.
“I swear on the Fallen Celestial Marshal, I came to make a pact with you...
as long as you are willing to bestow upon me that sacred blood...”
The Succubus’s voice became enticing, “I will never be your enemy...”
Even if it was just her voice, it was enough to bewitch the soul.
But Aiwass remained silent.
He simply extended his right hand and tightly gripped the ritual dagger before him.
Blood seeped from between his fingers.
His gaze turned compassionate as the Book of Law he held in his left hand began to turn pages swiftly on its own.
“I see,” Aiwass said softly, “I understand.”
“Does that mean—”
“—I told you before, I would give you a Tarot card.”
Aiwass said calmly, “Even though it seems the subject has changed, the promise is still valid.
“However...
I must first offer my sincere confession to the Candle Master.
Because I’m afraid I’m going to disrupt His ceremony.”
After Aiwass spoke, the crow perched on his shoulder suddenly opened its eyes, its blood-red, gem-like pupils filled with intense malice and intent to kill as they looked upon the Succubus.
It shattered instantly, countless black feathers scattering like phantoms, and the sun, shortly after noon, was abruptly replaced with a blood night.
Chaos and fear spread like dark clouds over the entire Glass Island.
The clear waters turned to blood without warning.
A fine blood rain began to fall from the sky.
The Night Fiend, like a broken doll, stood before Aiwass.
“I have long remembered this vendetta,”
Vinesse voiced a hollow sound filled with malice, “No matter if you are her or not...
just pay her debt in her stead.”
And the Succubus was momentarily taken aback, “A Night Fiend?”
The Countess Emma did not recognize the “crow,” but the Succubus surely knew her own fellow Upper-Level Demon.
But soon, the Succubus’s expression changed drastically, “Sixth Power Level?
How is that possible—”
“Be careful, Vinesse.
Don’t kill George and Philip.”
Aiwass interrupted the Succubus, “Go ahead...
kill her.”