In the present, Royal Palace
The shock wave originated by Metamorphosis could have badly damaged the Royal Palace. Luckily enough, the Devil had stepped in to save Helial the trouble of explaining to Caesar why he would get a destroyed house in return for his kindness.
Helial stepped outside the room and saw Lumia. She was covered in dust and lime. Her platinum blonde hair lost their precious shininess. The guy realized that if Iblis hadn’t promptly interposed, an entire wing of the Royal Palace would have tumbled down. Or worse; if Iblis hadn’t been that prompt, Lumia would have ended up hurt, or even dead!
At the sight of Lumia, Helial feel heart-wrung. He ran towards her and hugged her. He couldn’t believe he had been reckless enough to overlook the fact that he could hurt his little sister.
The Devil witnessed this, his eyebrows furrowed. He was stirring a soup inside a giant pot. Despite being inside of Helial’s Soul, he could neatly see everything happening on the outside. Helial was holding Lumia, whose face was crowned by a smug.
The kid pondered. Given Lumia’s level and her terrifying Dao of Mana, there was no way she couldn’t actually defend herself against a crumbling wing of the Royal Palace. Even the entire ceiling falling down on her head couldn’t pierce the Titan’s Shield. Which meant… Lumia had not defended herself on purpose. She didn’t defend herself to make Helial feel guilty so as to receive his love and attentions.
A shiver ran down Iblis’ spine. “Doesn’t matter if you’re a pluri-millenary Devil. You’ll still need to watch out from the plays of womankind…”
During her training, Siche had played tricks on him multiple times. Therefore, the Devil had learnt to fear that naughty race dominating over the universe they called “women”.
As Helial cuddled Lumia, the little girl gazed up at him with her sweet emerald eyes and said: “A few problems arouse while you weren’t here…”
Helial raised an eyebrow. Before Lumia said anything else, he looked about himself in terror. “Where’s Snowflake?”
Lumia brought a hand to her mouth and let out a giggle. “Well, he caused a little bit of panic. You know, the royal cooks have been ambushed many times. However, the real problem is a recent one. Someone attacked us.”
“Attacked?” Helial stared blankly. Who would dare attack them inside the Royal Palace or Academy?
“A girl named Medea,” Lumia said bluntly.
Suddenly, Helial felt a punch in his heart. Medea? Helial had studied Orma’s wealthiest families in detail to tell those who could be offended from those who were better not. Medea belonged to the second type. She was a descendant of the Sect of the Worthy; she was Comodus’ cousin. Her sister was in the same generation as Pseudonym and Circe. She was renowned for her strength and ruthlessness. Without those two freaking geniuses, she would have probably boasted the title of first genius in Orma. Some said that amongst the member of the Sect of the Worthy, only Comodus could match her talent.
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“What happened?” Helial asked. The thought of Snowflake roaming across Orma unpunished while spreading chaos on his behalf made him feel quite uncomfortable. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to hear the answer to his own question. Given Snowflake’s attitude, he could already picture what the meeting had been like.
“Well, Snowflake crashed Medea’s face onto the floor,” Lumia said with the most innocent voice. Helial’s expression grew darker.
“Couldn’t he just stop her and do this the diplomatic way? Like, what need was there to show off? Didn’t he figure Medusa would come and be a pain in each or our asses?” Helial blurted. Here came trouble.
It was only then that Helial recalled something Snowflake had told him a while before: “And you thought it best to inform yourself after provoking the worst madman in Orma? Dude, you’re retarded.” A huge blue vain bulged on Helial’s forehead. It seemed about to blow his brains out.
“He said that you can’t be the only one messing up in the palace unpunished,” Lumia giggled. “He mumbled something about the Supreme Cat starving and walked away.”
Helial literally wished for death.
“Then, when she stood upright and threatened us all, I activated the Gravitational Field to let a rock fall down on her. At that point she was finally over,” said Lumia as the broadest smile made its way to her face.
Helial was speechless. He just felt the urge to run back to his training behind closed doors for a couple months at least. Or better, a couple years. Given the arrogance the Sect of the Worthy was renowned for, the matter wouldn’t be solved too easily. Helial should try to mediate. After all, Medea had attacked first, right? And they had just put up some defence. Even if not scrupulously. If that was it, it wasn’t really irreparable a thing.
“And theeen…” Lumia’s eyes rolled upwards as she put a finger on her thin lips and paused. “Snowflake told me he noticed he had a broken nail at that point. So he came back to where Medea lay unconscious…”
Helial’s hair immediately stood on end. “No…”
“To pee over her and avenge the offence to the Emperor Cat, or something like that. You know Snowflake,” Lumia was wearing the purest expression of innocence as she told this story. She gazed at Helial’s face turn from red into purple. “The guards saw everything and they promptly brought Miss Medea home.”
Helial was about to burst into tears. Why would Snowflake have to pee on her?! Why couldn’t he just let it go after having already humiliated her? If the situation had seemed slightly salvageable to Helial, he now knew that all hope was lost. Snowflake had basically declared war to the two sisters. The Sect of the Worthy wouldn’t turn a blind eye on the insult. Despite Medea being still alive, those people were so overbearing as to consider a public insult worse than murder itself.
Helial inhaled deeply. “I’ll immediately go and talk to Caesar. This situation won’t be solved peacefully without his help. As luck would have it there’s still time before Medusa arrives. We’ll be ready by then.”
As his words died out along the empty corridor, a thunder-like roar pierced the silence and boomed through the Royal Palace: “YOU DIRTY HUMAN, WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SISTER?”