SCC Chapter 16 Party of Plots(6)
This time, her appearance had once again adopted a different vibrant shade of color. Bright yellow strands of short hair, yellow pupils, and a yellow mini-dress that stopped in the middle of her thighs.
"Ms. Latniss, it is not a pleasure to make your acquaintance." spoke an annoyed Lily.
"It's good that you are honest with your words. Though, I am not the most insufferable among the bunch. Wait until you meet our resident fireball, Declan."
"Where are the others? I had thought that you were all going to appear at the same time." As if having finally remembered this, Reed's eyes narrowed.
"Come on boss! Do you really expect them to simply sit there, waiting for you to call upon them? They also have things they want to do, they must do, and the things they shouldn't do, but do anyway."
"And what have the bunch been up to? I have given them every single resource they have wanted. How powerful are they? They might have to take action earlier than anticipated."
"Hoh! An opportunity has finally presented itself? Does that have anything to do with that party being advertised by the Radiance sect?" Latniss' gaze sharpened.
"Yes. And the man himself might make an appearance. Though I want you there, there is also a part of me that wishes you don't appear. Many of you wouldn't be able to control your tempers. And that's a problem."
"This is a great opportunity. They will control themselves if they don't want it to slip from their grasp. Me included. As much as I hate the man, I wouldn't jeopardize the mission."
"You will need to explain that a 100 times to Declan in order for him to get it." Reed said.
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FCY 437, 2nd Month, Day 15
Declan reclined against the balcony, his back turned to the wondrous view outside to focus on the intermingling of the various people within the building. A few minutes had passed since his arrival. He had kept time, arriving at the very start of the party, after all, it wouldn't do to miss the hateful Zeus.
The others couldn't understand his rage. It was a fire that would never go away. They hadn't grown up in that state. All humans there, were the playthings of Zeus and his cronies, the so-called gods.
His entire village had been slaughtered. Why? Because Hera had been angry at the fact that Zeus had cheated on her with a woman from the village. She had explained it all to him as he had sat there, in a pool of blood. She had been squatting just a few inches from him, explaining the reasons for his parents' death to the young him, as if she was having a casual conversation about the weather!
After that massacre, she had left, leaving him frozen, with his mind in turmoil. Countless hours had passed before someone had found him, a cultivator from outside the state. He had helped him leave the state, sending him to an orphanage.
That day had left a mark on him. He knew that his rage caused problems most times. But it was a problem with his mental state. And he wanted it resolved. Zeus was hateful, yes, but most of his rage was directed towards Hera.
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The fake smiles grated on his nerves, so he turned around and gazed upwards, into the sun, wondering what he would do when Zeus himself arrived. Latniss had continously exhorted him about the importance of keeping himself in check, but how was he supposed to do that when even he himself, lacked an understanding on how he flew off the handle so fast?
'Hera! Hera! Hera! One day, I will step onto that soil once again. And I will make sure to slaughter that bitch!'
A flame was lit within his chest, before he suppressed it with a breath. He shouldn't get worked up now. It would only alienate him from the other guests. He had to act in the play called social interactions. So, with a deep breath, he turned round, straightened up his tux, and reentered the social gathering with a faint smile playing upon his lips.
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Underneath the ground, over a kilometer below the hill, a tiny 5m squared room had been hollowed out, only capable of accommodating as many as five people, but only three were within it.
"The layout of the mansion is simple enough. There are no hidden rooms. All tunnels have been sealed with packed earth. And the security is of the highest level. There are spiritual energy detectors linked to an artificial intelligence that serves to register all the guests and guards around the mansion, meaning, sneaking in from the shadows has been countered."
"So, the front is the only option." another figure chimed in.
The three beings were clad in dark cloth, with even their eyes blurry due to an illusion formation. Nothing was imprinted anywhere that revealed any of their identities.
"We shouldn't all appear at the same time. We must also make sure that each of us adopts a unique identity only the three of us could recognize. We also can't be too low level, as we wouldn't even get the qualifications to meet the target."
"This is a mission that needs to be accomplished without fail!" One of them exhorted the others, after which, the wisp of soft light that had been floating between them was extinguished and the room vacated. But the means they used all forewent destruction of the room's walls.
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(This mission, it's going to be hard. Even if we accomplish it, we will have to discard our current identities.)
A blonde haired man with blue eyes and an easygoing smile transmitted to the others that were within the restaurant, down the hill from where the party was taking place.
Two others were with him. Many people were patronizing upon the place in the hope that they could get a glimpse of the powerful people going up the hill. Among the other two he was chatting with, there was a woman, green haired and the same color of eyes, occupying a table by her lonesome, while the other, a bookish woman with glasses was seated before him. They were pretending to be enjoying their meals, oblivious to their surroundings, yet in secret, messages were being transmitted.
(According to the Lord, there are going to be a bunch of people after the same target as us. Though, I am certain he already knows their origins. Him not telling us anything means that the person taking action is on familiar terms.) transmitted the bookish girl, whose fork was in the middle of depositing a piece of steak into her mouth.
(Then there is also the fact that the target already knows that they are in danger. Plus we will also have to stay alert for any busy bodies that might want to get involved...)
(... And some of them might even be Nascent Soul venerables, the kind of people we would never want to cross.) completed the green haired woman.
(There is a silver lining though. We were only ordered to take action when chaos ensues. And we are at our best when such things happen. We will have to blend in, never arousing suspicion before the strike. That means, we will have to stay true to our identities the whole time.) The blonde haired man transmitted within the group chat.
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Nikolai leaned against the wall, closely scrutinizing the guests. He was actually the odd man out in this party, with many of the guests not taking any chance at speaking to him. Of course that was mostly attributed to the fact that many peers in his circle hadn't yet arrived. Those that were here were mostly those that disagreed with his theorem, though hadn't researched it deeply. And why they disagreed... That was a no-brainer. Most of those that had chosen to arrive earlier were related to the sects, and as you could imagine, their arrogance reached the heavens themselves.
"Nikolai Kadarshev... The man unwanted by everyone! What are you doing here, hmmm? Hoping to convince us humans that we are merely ants, when we are the apex predators, the ones gifted with intelligence?!"
A loud voice drew attention towards him. The speaker had clearly wanted everyone to know of what they were about to do. It was a man, he was wearing a brown suit, not buttoned, while the shirt was exposing a massive part of his hairy chest. Nikolai noted that he had allowed himself to become intoxicated with the alcohol, with even a glass of the beverage was being balanced upon the tip of his index finger by its base.
"Makarov, why would people need convincing? That theory was just my conjecture. I don't care whether you believe me or not. As long as I believe myself to be right." Nikolai spat back with a lazy drawl, even having shifted his gaze away from the man. He was simply a jumping clown who didn't understand the world. Most of the sects viewed the world through rose colored glasses. Reality wasn't something they could easily comprehend.
With those words, he decided that he had stayed at the location for too long, so he walked away, leaving behind a man who didn't dare to speak once again. Why? Because that would mean earning his ire. Nikolai wasn't a weakling. Besides, there must have been someone in the shadows who had manipulated the man into a confrontation, seeking to unravel something. The sects and their schemes were always unwelcome.
Nikolai had the shadow of a smile grace his features as he imagined what that woman, Livia, must be going through. After all, the entire reason why these sect bastards had arrived earlier was entirely visible to him.
Zeus wouldn't instigate them, so, they must have decided to try something on their own. Though, changing that woman's mind on that one matter would need to be escalated into a battle in order to succeed.