V2 Chapter 121
What made Ezra even happier and excited was the fact that Cian seemed to be going to visit Human Cities. Although she was worried about how he would be able to pass through the guards and human eyes, as he was a Demon, even still she knows that Cian has more than one way to accomplish such goal.
For now, she could only support the idea—as for whether this was a betrayal or not, Ezra had throws that worry aside.
She had already given up on scaling her loyalty and love—she was already confused and didn’t know which to prioritize.
The one that uses you like a tool and a weapon, or the one who loves you and cared for you—
Simple question... but the answer is something no one cannot accept.
Ezra doesn’t know what to do regarding it.
Then, suddenly as Ezra finished reading the letter and was about to return it to the envelope, although she knows that this kind of letter needed to be burned to keep secrecy, but she couldn’t and instead wanted to keep it, her eyes landed on the words and her eyes shook, and tears started falling on her eyes before she knew it;
“Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.”
From Hamlet by Shakespeare, but Ezra didn’t know where these words come from, but she knows that it indeed, straight out from Cian’s heart.
With a trembling finger, she caressed the words with the utmost affection, “Cian…” her trembling voice echoed in the solemn, lonely room. It's as if she can hear Cian's voice muttering those words for her to hear. And she suddenly felt that the chilling, cold and lonely room become as bright and warm as the sun.
She likes to call him Cian, Cian as she wasn’t fond of calling him by his true name, which signifies his status as the Demon Prince. Cian had told him, that it was his second name, which he was fond of and like using, and she agreed—Cian Cahlo… beautiful name… strong name.
Ezra tightly held onto the envelope with her expression full of love as if the envelope was the most precious treasure in the world. From the four phrases, she could feel Cian’s warmth and love. She didn’t know where this relationship leads to, much less their status and position was standing too much opposite. In fact, she has some doubt that perhaps, Cian was just using her, fooling her—these kinds of thoughts appeared more often in the past few months, which she didn’t want to face and acknowledged.
Still, she loved him… and she cared for him. Even with this distance between them, even if the world wouldn’t acknowledge it, it’s alright—she thought. There was a kind of love that could be felt even if nothing was said out loud. Even if they didn’t talk all the time, they shared a sense of happiness.
Just like that story...
{Romeo and Juliet}--a story she had read made by that abominable and impolite prince. She doesn't know if Cian wrote it for her to accept this love between them, a story about two young star-crossed lovers whose fate and love was tragically broken by their feuding families that hated and detested each other. And in the end, their deaths ultimately reconcile their feuding families. Despite not liking the conclusion of the story, she loved the entire story.
Isn't it too similar to her own love...?
Ezra can't help but muse inwardly.
“Cian, do you know? Only you can light up my life.” Ezra muttered and her steadfast beautiful face changed. Her face displayed her gentleness and affection she had for Cian, as her eyes shone like stars in the sky.
Ezra lifted the curtains covering the windows. Looking into the sky, she closed her eyes. Feeling the cold starlight trickling on her body, she felt like she was in the warm bosom of her sweetheart.
After a long time, Ezra’s glittering beautiful face became solemn again. She changed back into the cold-blooded Princess of Swift Wind who terrified the battlefield. Cian, if you are really lying to me, you better make sure you would continue lying to me. I don’t think my heart can handle if you too would turn your back on me as well…
You must put up with this and live on with this façade… and make this lie a reality…!
Ezra bit her lips.
Her eyes gleamed ominously.
Because if you don't...
… …
Grand Canyon.
It’s quite a famous place back on Earth.
It is a steep-sided canyon carved by the Colorado River in Arizona, United States. It is known for its visually overwhelming size and its intricate and colorful landscape.
Geologically, it is significant because of the thick sequence of ancient rocks that are well preserved and exposed in the walls of the canyon. These rock layers record much of the early geologic history of the North American continent.
Cian never expected that he would be able to see something similar to it in this world. Unlike the Grand Canyon of Earth, the one in front of Cian was covered with beautiful pale bluish thick snow, giving the entire area a grandeur visage. Enormous rock walls from both side and only a road roughly around eight to ten meters in width can be seen in between of this snow-covered canyons. It’s like an entire mountain split into by a sword—it was incredible and magnificent.
Although this was famous and well-known short cut towards the Haaravar Empire, this was also the reason why the Demon Empire can’t easily pass through it. Because this place was a great area for an ambush, and beyond the deep, humans are holding it in possession. It’s like a natural fortress indeed.
This was a very unique topographic entrance!
The snow had accumulated between the canyons. The blizzard had continued for the past few days and the strong wind had never stopped.
The snow covered most of the canyon and it was at least ten feet deep...
At the entrance, Groda and a few other experts that were wearing azure colored leather armors, silently lean against a huge stone as they scan the road.
"Groda, we have already waited for an entire day and night, why have they not arrived yet? Have they passed us already?" an old man with white hair and a beard that looked like a rat tail asked seriously.
"Definitely not! That adulterous couple had been flirting and sweet talking with each other for the whole journey, how can they walk so fast? Who knows? They might be hiding in some place enjoying themselves…" another vulgar demon that looked like a classic Orc mocked.
"Ya? Brother Vort, they are living an unconventional and happy lifestyle and you seem to envy them, don't tell me...you have immoral feelings for the Prince’ consort?" A guy suddenly popped out from the snow and exclaimed.
"Hngh! I have my honor! I hate the tradition of normal Orcs and I avoid acting one of them so don’t you dare liken me to them! I just despise the Second Prince and his indecent acts! The trash prince has offended social decency and has no ethics at all. He is a disgrace to the people and the world! He was somewhat not deserved a lady like the Prince Consort" the vulgar Orc turned red as he tried to defend himself.
"Stop trying to explain yourself. Your eyes lighted up when you saw her. We are all men here, who all can tell that you are just jealous of them. As an elite warrior, you don't even have the courage to admit?" Another man snorted: " Brother Vort, should we help you to create a chance with her? But you need to be careful. If you die on top of the Vandlehouse Young lady’s belly… you will be famous…"
"Nonsense!" the vulgar Orc glared and muttered: "I can last for very long!"
The crowd laughed. When discussing this topic, men will never back down, it did not matter if they were elites or commoners.
Suddenly, Groda said in a low voice: "Get ready everyone! They are here!"
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Everyone gathered and rose up with spirit, a thread of nervousness spread through the air. Even though they were joking about the prince previously but towards the young prince, they fear and respect her. After all, he was still a prince. And he was not the same this past year as he was prior. There seemed to be something different about him. If they were not cautious enough, they might die under his hands.
Everyone stared at the oncoming figure only to be stunned.
From a distance, they saw a woman walking towards them leisurely, as if she was on a holiday.
But, only one figure!
How can it only be one person? Where's the other one? Where did Prince go?
Instantly, everyone started feeling puzzled.
As the wind passes through the narrow gap between the canyons, it created an eerie mournful sound. It was as if the ghosts in hell were howling.
Snowflakes swirled up from the ground forming hazy fogs, completely blocking everyone's sight.
Luckily, the fog only lasted for a moment and slowly faded away.
But the next moment, it started to snow.
Groda was a master almost reaching the Duke Level, with a powerful aura. But at that moment, he felt so nervous that the muscles in his body were cramping up. He held his breath as he gazed at the oncoming figure strolling towards them. She walked towards them seductively just like a leopard that was about to pounce on its prey.
The people behind him felt more anxious as they waited in silence.
For some reason, they all felt that this fight definitely would be a terrifying one!
“Heh, so you are actually lusting upon my lover…”
As the group was preparing themselves, waiting for Sibylla to come even closer—a voice suddenly rang out from behind one of the group and said without an icy cold voice.
“…?!”
The elites immediately responded, but it was too late—in the beautiful white world, spurted was red paint, dyeing the color scarlet.
Two heads flew in the air, still with shock expressions, and between the two people, was a black figure wearing a goat mask with a pair of horns.
“Oh dear, painting the world crimson is quite an art, don’t you think so?” the masked man muttered as he bowed like a noble. "Good Evening, it's quite a chilly night, don't you think?"
Completely detached from the blood that painted the snow anew, as if the figure was not the one who reap lives like reaping weeds in a lawn, a voice so gentle and soft without much emotion.
“An enemy?! Who are you?!”
The warriors exclaimed in shock and fear for the sudden appearance of the enemy. They actually didn't feel anything?
How is this possible?!
They grasped their weapons and exploded their demonic auras one after another—
However, just as one of the warriors spoke, the black-clothed youth in front of them suddenly rushed out, a black spear in his arms as he pierced towards the throat of the leader-like man of the group like a poisonous snake!
His movement was like that of a ghost, swift yet somewhat blurry.
“Wha—!?” the purple-skinned bearded demon urgently retreated backward upon seeing it. The spear strike from a moment ago had been blocked by his high-grade magical armor. However, the magic power from that attack had managed to penetrate the flexible armor and sink into his body; the demonic power within his entire body had an unbearable feeling!
With the leader’s power, he could have stopped a surprise attack, but he hadn’t thought that the person before them would suddenly attack without any warning. And in addition, the speed and power he possesses were so strong it felt as if it can rival even that of his. Or probably, even beyond his—
Yet, why does he felt nothing?
It’s as if the man before him was just an illusion!
Normally, only a true master whose power can level everything or a great assassin who was known as a Grim Reaper, or occasionally a peak Duke master would be able to reach the realm of hiding one’s power and restraining all of the demonic energy and killing intent within their body to hide their auras or presence could do it. But this sort of powerhouse would have no reason to make a sneak attack in order to kill him. Although he’s strong, he was yet to be able to reach that of a true Duke level—even normal Duke level masters would be able to kill him without batting an eyelid.
And yet, this youth who had made a sneak attack on him didn’t seem to have the aura of a powerful expert, how had he managed to hide his murderous intent and presence from him?
The situation had already progressed beyond the group leader’s imagination in just a few passing seconds, the enemy’s long spear pressing down toward his throat. In the end, the group leader was still a half-step Duke Demon realm expert.
Even in a sneak attack, he had the ability to quickly react. He instantly pulled out his sword and cut towards the spearpoint!
Clang!
The sword and spear struck each other.
The man used the rebound of this attack to fly back into his group.
Everything had happened in just a split second. The group members were finally able to react, they shouted, “It’s an assassin!”
“Protect the Captain!”
The members of the group took out their own swords and sabers and cut towards the black-clothed youth hurriedly.
However, the black-clothed youth was simply like a god of death.
His hand shook and a powerful shockwave-like force manifested into a raging tsunami that rushed towards the group. Immediately, 7 or 8 soldiers were like seaweed as they were sent flying out in all directions, vomiting blood.
The black-clothed youth was naturally Cian, and the spear in his hand was the {Imagis Realis} that could take any form the user wanted and its sharpness and near indestructible durability can be likened to the infamous strongest weapon of the Gods of Asgard in legends; Mjölnir. Though it cannot emit electricity, still with its metal component, it can be a great conductor at least…
—Not only that, but he had snuck in with a black mask wrapping around his face and hiding his appearance.
Only his eyes were visible from the outside.
At this time, the leader of the assassination group was becoming more and more startled; he wasn’t able to suppress that small amount of demonic power within his body. It was as if that demonic had an infinite vitality within it along with the strongest corrosive power. No doubt, the assassin before them was a Demon.
But what kind of demon…?
To have such corrosive power that almost rival that of the Death Temple’s corrosive ability.
The Death Temple?! No, it’s not right…! The Death Temple uses Death Magic and Necromancy. But this guy… he just can’t understand what kind of magic is the assassin before him was using. Invisible and hard to distinguished!
“What kind of Demon is he?!”
The leader’s expression continued to sink. Unlike human’s Martial Arts and Magic Arts, if demons were like flames, then the more profound and deep a person’s demonic power was, and the more pure and vibrant their demonic energy became, it would be like a flame that was becoming more and more vigorous. However, the nature of it wouldn’t change.
Yet this Demonic energy actually had a core qualitative difference.
It was just like a corrosive acid, it was far too difficult to suppress!
As the leader was trying to stabilize his condition, the battle in front of him suddenly changed once again. The black-clothed masked man disappeared just like how he had appeared, completely without any warning.
“Comfy? The weather is quite good—and I can say, you have quite a taste for a place for you graveyards,”
The voice hadn’t yet faded when a blue light covered the area. Then, a delicate throwing-knife came flying out of nothingness. It then transformed into a dream-like azure color as it reflected everyone’s face.
Whoosh!
The throwing knife embedded itself into the earthen wall. It unexpectedly issued the same sound like a rotten piece of logs’.
The remaining six people who still remained alive jumped in shock. One of the men, Vort the Orc covered his chest with his hands to protect it. He then shouted loudly, “Who are you? Why are you in hiding? Show yourself if you are a man!”
The idea of the masked man being the second prince seemed to have not even passed by inside their minds. After all, no matter how talented was the Second Prince, and even if they had heard that he was having his training sessions in the hands of the Second Princess, the Second Prince would never have such power and skills like this…!
That’s just impossible!
The renowned Trash Prince, in just a year of training, will still be trash even if a miracle exists—or so they thought.
Thus, this assassin must be a secret guard protecting the prince… but who?!
Why have they not heard about this man?
Was their mission been compromised?!
Groda and the other demons grabbed the handle of their swords—they kept their swords horizontally in front of their chests; they then looked around as if facing a very dangerous enemy.
A faintly discernable voice was heard laughing, “You idiots who followed a mere dog, and thought themselves tigers and wolves—truly overestimate your capabilities in challenging me!” the voice snorted.
He then suddenly appeared in front of Vort the Orc and hit his face hard. Then, he shouted, “You imbecile who thinks you are the King of the World, I’ll make you understand that there are things in this world you can just say out loud even if you desire it. Or else it will cost you your life—all of you will die here.”
.... And before the Orc could understand what was going on and his companions thrust their sword at the enemy in reflex, he disappeared as if the darkness swallowed him whole.
Gyaaaaaaahhhhh—!!!
An agonizing scream shook the entire canyon.
“Vort!!” A shocked cry called out.
The black-clothed masked man appeared a few distances away from them, and beneath him was the Orc, sprawled on the ground, covered with his own blood. His two arms were cut off and nowhere to be found. Blood sprayed in the snow-white ground and the Orc’s drool leaked like a broken faucet, his eyes shaking and glassy.
Just what happened in that instant—they didn’t know but they can at least imagine what kind of hell, Vort had undergone.
The black-clothed man stood behind the three-meter tall body of the Orc, his figure fuzzy and seemed blurry—as if he didn’t exist there. There’s no presence, there’s no aura, there’s no murderous intention. In fact, the killing intent that was surging like a tidal wave was coming from every direction.
The figure before them seemed to have resembled a sword that had been unsheathed from its scabbard.
This sharp sword stood proud between heaven and earth. It seemed that he could reflect a great amount of radiance. The heaven and earth were vast. However, it seemed that they could never restrain him.
The group of assassins trembled.
Under the plain black mask he was wearing, the corners of Cian’s mouth became crooked as he smiled in a cold manner. Then, he softly said, “Since you come here, then you can remain here forever. Those who dared to eye my possession, your blood will paint the world as a price for your stupidity!”
A cold and extremely powerful murderous aura suddenly burst-out from his body and spiraled towards the heavens.
That unparalleled murderous aura raged-about, and made the sleeves of the people around him flutter. It was in the middle of a small blizzard and the snow swirled in the air like little fairies. They then started to flutter-about due to his sky-high murderous aura.
Leaves on the trees on the vicinity left their branches and circled down in the stormy wind as they dropped.
The scene resembled an all-encompassing storm.
A number of small birds left the trees. Their wings flapped a couple of times before they suddenly came across that dense murderous aura. They then tweeted mournfully for a while as they dropped to the ground—fainted.
The stench of blood seemed to have covered the entire place.
And the chilling cold seemed to become even colder—like the sharp edge of Grim Reaper’s Scythe placed at the back of their necks.
"...let the blood be the drink of Night...say farewell,"
The Masked-man, under his mask, let out an icy cold grin.
His voice, despite being muttered in a whisper, seemed to reverberate throughout the entire world as all the people present heard it clearly. Their bodies trembled in fear...