Nobilities from all across the kingdom quickly swarmed and congratulated Invictus and Uria for their fifth anniversary.
"Let me take Lady Austria, Madam."
Austria's personal caretaker stepped in and took their daughter to her bed. But as the nanny was about to climb the stairs, Austria woke up.
"Has his highness arrived yet?" was the first thing she asked after waking up.
She struggled about it, and her nanny put her down as carefully as possible with much care.
Austria immediately became the center of attraction for the nobles, their eyes glued to her and ears focused on what she kept nagging her parents about.
"Isn't she lovely?"
"Yes! Just look at those puffy cheeks of hers. They look so soft. I wanna pinch them so badly!"
The lovely kid turned to giggle at them, and their heart melted at her cuteness. They felt their knees weaken at the sight, complimenting how lucky the couple was by having such an angelic daughter like Austria.
"It seems that the party has started. Is everyone enjoying their meals and drinks?"
When Invictus and Uria were done exchanging formalities and greetings with their guests, the family climbed the stairs.
"I will make this brief."He cleared his throat. "First, I would like to thank everybody for coming to this wonderful night. It seems that some of the friends that I sent an invitation to unfortunately couldn't arrive. Well, it can't be helped. Have a great night and enjoy the rest of the party."
Uria was not the type to talk in front of many people. She had always
been shy, and it is something Invictus understands.
Their guests went back to what they were doing, drinking a glass of fine wine, sitting down on their seats, and pleased with what was served to them.
"Father, father!"Austria poutingly called, pulling Invictus' sleeve after she was ignored.
"I don't see 'them' anywhere."
"Maybe they haven't arrived yet?"
Invictus was looking for his friends. The same group whom he shared his hunts with, worst, and all of the good things that happened to them. It was also the same friends he went with against the army of the demon lord.
"What is it, baby?"
"When will the king arrive? I wanna meet his Highness."
Invictus checked his pocket watch, looking at the time, then put it back in his suit's pocket.
"His Highness shall be arriving any time soon, baby."
Even after dealing with Austria's playful manner all day, Invictus still has the strength to carry her around as they descend the stairs.
"What is he like?"
Once Austria's curiosity acts up, it will go on unless every question she has in mind runs out and her satisfactory level is met.
"Well, he may be of old age, but his highness is still as vigorous as ever. He likes to paint and write poems."
"Oh, so his Highness is poetic! That's great! I like poems. Yesterday we
wrote one. Do you wanna hear it, father, mother?"
"Wow! Really? Okay, baby, let's hear it."
"Okay!"
'Love blooms in spring, and memories are saved in the evening.'
'It takes two to build and takes one to ruin.'
'When humans fell out of love, drinking becomes their coping mechanism.'
'For a sober mind will only bring pain and heartaches to escapism.'
Her parents were stunned and astounded at Austria's vocabulary when
they taught her nothing but values and respect. They were at a loss for words.
Invictus clapped his hands, "Splendid, my baby! You've been really learning! I am proud of you."
He gave her a kiss on her cheek. Again, he noticed Uria was spacing out, staring blankly at the carpet embroidered with flowers. It was a work of art, Invictus knows. But he also knew that Uria was not actually admiring
what was beneath her feet.
"Is something the matter, Hal? Are you tired?"
"Uh, no, no, no," she said as she formed a forced smile on her face.
Clearly, something was bothering her, and she does not seem to want to talk about it. And Invictus was quite disturbed by it, knowing that Uria had been like that ever since he met them.
"His highness is arriving!"
From behind the closed doors echoed one of the royal guard's voices. It immediately opened and in the doorway pulled over the grandeur equipage being ridden by the king himself.
Invictus put Austria down, and the cheerful kid sprinted outside of the house to personally welcome the king by herself.
Her parents followed her outside, and everyone's eyes were on their
backs.
The carriage's door was opened by the king's attendant. A man of old age emerges, surrounded by an intimidating aura to him.
He came out–cane first to prop on the ground and help himself–emerging from the carriage. And Austria was the first person that greeted and welcomed the king with the sweetest smile she could ever give.
Then another carriage following the king's equipage arrived. The horse's hooves stopped, and the carriage spat Invictus' friends. The group he was expecting to come to.
"Oh, uncles and aunties came!"
Instead of greeting Austria's welcoming vibe, Invictus' close friends were all serious and had this hostile aura around them, which immediately bothered the man.
"What took you so long, guys? Your Highness, welcome."
Invictus tried so hard to hide the uneasiness he was feeling towards the seriousness and strangeness of his friends.
Moreover, the king ignored Austria. He just lightly patted her head as he walked past her.
Instantly, Austria lost interest, ran back to her mother, and hid behind Uria.
"Guys, why are you not saying anything? Your Highness?"
His words just went over everyone's head.
"Leo," the king called his attendant, handing over a scroll to him. "Thank you."
The silence that fell over the doorway was so heavy and so loud, yet
Invictus' heartbeat was louder, reverberating in his head.
"After a thorough investigation of Uria Diablerie's background, we have found out that she is the missing leader of Black Cantrip. The infamous group of witches that sacrificed and killed thousands of Estarians in the past. We have come here to throw her and her daughter in the fire to ensure the safety of Estarians."
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As if Invictus did not hear what the king just stated in front of him and his friends he wanted his highness to repeat his words."As I was saying," resumed the king, reading once again the contents of the scroll right in front of Invictus with Uria and Austria behind him.The king finished rereading the scroll, and Invictus was completely dumbfounded by the information he just heard. His mouth was slightly agape, his mind floating in his thoughts, and still could not process the pieces of information and accusation being thrown at his wife."Invictus...""Guys! Tell his highness that he got it all wrong! I mean, how could Uria be the Black Cantrip's leader?!"He looked back at his wife, meeting her eyes with a disturbed expression on his face."Hal, you tell them that it isn't true." Invictus insisted on her, and Uria did so."This is a baseless accusation! How will you prove that I am the leader of that witch group?!"She raised her voice, forgetting the fact that Austria was behind
And no one from the nobles, the guests, he invited offered to help them,or even ask to spare Austria. Only the nanny.They were just spectators to what was going on, whispering to each other as they despised and said hurtful words to Uria, who was being raped at the moment."So, she was the reason why thousands of people died. To think that we shared the same drink and food with a mass murderer like her. I'm disgusted!"Oh, how quick those people behind had turned on Uria after learning that she is the leader of the Black Cantrip, the most notorious witch group that sacrificed thousands of lives to help the army of the demon lord."Mother! Father! What are they gonna do to us?""Oh, you poor soul," The king caressed Austria's tears-drenched cheeks, wiping her eyes with his handkerchief and throwing it aggressively on the logs piled up around the child. "Curse your mother for bringing you to this world. Don't blame your father, for he did nothing. Just like how he is just watching rig
This torture chamber exists deep within the king's castle. Making him suffer by burning Invictus' wife and daughter was not enough for the king. He wants to punish the miserable Invictus even more by slowly killing him in the process of starvation and mental stress.When the quite long chanting was done, Damian and Corazon firmly held Invictus, even though the man lost all the strength to struggle and fight back.Seeing his wife and daughter burned to ashes right before his eyes took away his will to carry on with his life. In his mind, he was already a dead man, waiting for everything to just come to an end."This will only sting for a bit, Invictus."Human magic cores are located inside their right chest, acting as their second heart, so once the magic heart is destroyed, the worst possible outcome of this is death. It is a common occurrence for those that lost their magic cores, however, there were cases where others became crippled until it has become a practice in human society s
Invictus woke up, standing inside The Oubliette with his legs aching and wet from all the waste thrown down.On his feet, he could feel hard objects around him as he tried to stand still. His legs were starting to feel numb and the disgust in his skin was knee-deep. He could not even climb up his way to the trap door nor bend his knees to sit down."I've heard of this dungeon before. This is where the king put the people he despises the most. He would let them suffer both mentally and physically as one won't be able to sleep as they please or even sit down.What I could feel on my feet must be the remains of those that rot away."The smell was so strongly vile. It stays inside his nostrils. Inhaling through his nose has this slightly painful sensation as though he was breathing specks of dust.And if he tries to breathe through his mouth, the smell would be stuck in his throat, and he will end up coughing virulently.No matter how accustomed one is to this kind of foul smell, the fact
"A-Austria? Is that you?"Wherever he turns his head, all he could see was darkness. Darkness extended further than how far his eyes could see."My baby, where are you?"Invictus' lower half was submerged in the dark matter he was standing in. He won't barge no matter how much he struggled. Crawling his way out was futile too."I'm right here," Austria exclaimed in the dark void."Where? I can't see you! Please, please take my hand if you can see me. Please, my baby, please!"If Invictus has to cut his arm off and hold it with another just to reach longer than he can actually do, he would do it without hesitation just to hold his daughter once more.Tears began flowing down his face and thousands of emotions flooded his mind and heart when he felt Austria's tiny fingers hold his."Oh, my baby, will you hold me? Please, I beg of you."But that was how as far as the strange encounter goes. He had woken up when the king's servants dumped another liquid waste in The Oubliette, raising the
Invictus felt a sting on his arm. With the help of the faint light coming from the torch above him, he saw the marks of his teeth on his skin. He mistakenly took a bite of himself, thinking it was a chunk of meaty beef.Moreover, he noticed that his hands were wet. When he took a quick look at his hands, there was dirt and it felt greasy."Did I—?!"Immediately, his stomach began aching excruciatingly. He was hallucinating and he had unconsciously drunk the liquid waste. Right now, Invictus was suffering from abdominal cramps as he was excessively gagging."I need to throw up!"Grievous as it might feel, Invictus had no choice but to release everything that he had unconsciously consumed while hallucinating.Eventually, after roughly poking his throat with his middle finger to force himself to spew all of that waste he drank, Invictus vomited not just the liquid waste but also accompanied by blood.His body was deteriorating and his condition just got worse than it already is.Whilst h
In the middle of Invictus' hallucinations, came upon him another strange scenario. He had met with the goddess of space and time as they stayed afloat across planets and stars.His first thought about the scenario was him having hallucinations again. He tried biting himself, but he did not wake up. Invictus just felt pain, an excruciating one since he bit himself as hard as he could."If you are real and not some made-up image of my mind, how come you didn't meet me inside The Oubliette?"Invictus knows what he was asking the goddess and still goes on with the dumb and annoying question."I'm sure you're aware of your current situation inside that waste dump, right? It's too gross in there. Also, I am claustrophobic."Their conversation continued for several minutes until the goddess herself became bored of the chitty chattering."Ahh, how boring!" She suddenly snickered, interrupting Invictus' storytelling."It was you that wanted me to tell you a story. It's not my problem that it w
A sudden stream of torturing emotions flooded his mind. His heart feels all that sharp pain pricking his chest every time he is admonished for his mistakes.All he could do now is regret putting his trust in the people that neveraccepted him and his bloodline."Sorry, sorry, sorry! Hal, sorry... Forgive me! You must know how much I wanted to help both of you! So, please... Please forgive me!""If you are really sorry, you will leave this hellish place. You would do anything you can to attain vengeance for us!"Her voice was getting louder and rougher as the conversation went on. Uria's mental strike on Invictus, all the indirect blaming, and passive-aggressive remarks were slowly breaking him into pieces.This is what Invictus gets for punishing himself. His mind was actually playing tricks on him while he suffered a mental breakdown from being unable to do anything.Right now, he was experiencing the second stage of starvation. A person's liver metabolizes fatty acids into ketone bo
Invictus made Gituku's earlier words become real. Initially, he did not mean anything he said, but after undergoing intense yet simple torture, there was nothing Gituku wished for except to die."Pfft! Take a closer look at his face, Bethel. You wouldn't have imagined seeing him with that kind of expression, yeah? You owe me one. I'll make great use of you.""I don't remember asking for your help, so I can say that no one owes you anything.""Kuku, Bethel. Should I take your life here and then right now? To compensate for the actions I did; for sparing your life."Bethel looked Invictus in the eyes. He had the eyes of someone who would not hesitate to kill because Invictus was someone who would not back down on his words. If he tells you he will do something, he is sure to achieve it despite the risk and how hard it is to accomplish.Invictus would not give a damn about the trivial things, and would just rock on until he is satisfied with the outco
Gituku was not given the time to mourn his fallen comrades. He watched them suffer at the hands of Vixen whilst being pushed back by Bethel. It pained him to witness his friends turned into ashes. But what really aches was the fact that he could not even do anything about it."Haa!"He was out of breath after the fierce consecutive attacks from Bethel, giving him no time to fight back. Fending his enemy, Bethel, was not easy. Something about Bethel changed upon disappearing earlier.When Bethel came back from the strangely indescribable world of fantasy and magic, something about him changed. Unlike Gituku whose personality was not the same when he first split himself into two, Bethel was the same person but a much better version of him.Under the guise of a loquacious manner, Gituku was actually a much quieter and polite person. None of it was his actual personality. But by splitting himself and constantly activating his skill, his Alter Ego changed him.
There was nothing more heartbreaking than seeing your whole family dead. And the thought of not seeing their smiles anymore added to the immense sorrow she was under at that moment.Vixen knew that it would be a pain to dig her family their graves, so they just turned them into nothing but ashes, then placed them in an improvised urn she made. That way, she just needed to scatter their remains by going to the shore.Whilst walking down the shore near the splashing waves of the sea with the urn being tightly held by her, Vixen opened the lid of the vase, throwing it on the sandy shore.Her trembling hand slowly reached for the ashes of her whole family; her father, mother, and siblings that died at the hands of the wicked. A handful of ash was taken out of the urn. Vixen stopped on top of a big rock where fish around it swim despite the heavy current and tidal waves.And onto the wild sea, the ashes were scattered as the tears flowed down fro
In these lustful men's eyes, Vixen was a vulnerable prey they should feast on while it is still alive.They licked their lips upon laying eyes on the weak state Vixen was in. She was effortlessly seductive. Her sweat attracted their libidos and stirred more sexual fantasies inside their heads.August staggeringly got back on his feet after suffering an immeasurable degree of pain from having his nutsack kicked by Vixen when he persisted in pinning her."Vixen, honey! Run away!"Her mom put up a fight. Seeing her daughter this vulnerable, she can already see how things will go if Vixen does not escape now.But there was no escape when one man blocked off the path. Cramp as it may seem, there was enough space inside for the five of them to pleasure themselves with two beautiful women.With her mouth now unoccupied, Vixen's mother began chanting a spell under her breath, emitting fragments of magic as she was halfway finished with her spell.
"Dude, I came here for the money. But I totally agree with you on the taking turns part. It's 'cause I prefer boobs over ass.""Real men prefer thighs, thick preferably."The twins brushed their eyes, checking if they were just dreaming about two armed men arguing over whether it should be ass, boobs, or thighs."But dear intruders, shouldn't personality come first more than anything else?" Said the two of them, thinking of the scenario as a dream. "Mom, always tells us beauty is on the inside.""Sounds like what an ugly person would say.""But our Mom is prettier than any other mother.""Oh, yeah? Never seen her. I should pay a visit to her room then. But before that, you two need to go back to sleep, eternally."They even put on the twins' blanket for them, singing them a lullaby as the knife gently yet painfully pierced the twins' chest. Struggling, the two wicked men covered the two poor children's mouths to prevent noise from res
The people on the roof of the houses weren't that much of a threat to Arnold, Halmer, Marielle, and Gojack. After defeating most of Butcher's men, the four of them went against the man responsible for the ice dome, Butcher himself.On the other hand, Vixen and Androgen against four retired knights were also the main force Butcher has in reserve.In other words, among the many men Butcher has, the five of them are the strongest. Most of the guys were just fillers to the story, who did not even put up a fight against the overwhelming abilities of the four leaders together. They served their purpose, to give the four leaders their warm-up for the upcoming battle against Butcher.As for Androgen and Vixen, they concluded that it was crazy to think that two women versus four men would be a walk in the park. No, because even after Vixen managed to destroy all of their weapons, except for having the upper hand by numbers alone, they came out overwhelmingly skilled.None of them can use magic
"I am currently having a great massage. Ooh! I wish you could experience this feeling right now."Bethel was in the same position when he first disappeared and reappeared exactly how he was before, still, head first and whizzing past the wind barrier flowing around that was accompanied by a cold breeze."What in tarnation did you do?!"A quick and precise attack was executed, thus eliminating one of the two threats. Multiple lacerations are not enough. Bethel chose to cut deeper into Gituku's flesh, an attack the man could barely react at all.For a second, Gituku's wide grin flashed in Bethel's eyes before he succumbed to darkness."Merciless and austere, what a lovely opponent you are."What was left of the dead Gituku merged with the other one? The dead Gituku was nothing more than a pile of meat that caused damage to the alive one when they fused back together again.Blood dripped down at the side of his mouth. Gituku wiped it wit
His wound seemed like it did not affect him whatsoever. The man could still laugh his ass off despite having his jaw ripped in half by Bethel's sword."Truly a worthy opponent you are, Bethel. Because of that, I'd tell you my name."Both sides had a reset, conversing with each other with their guards up and their eyes focused on the other while assessing and planning their next course of action."Even if you don't want to know, I'd insist. Gituku is my name, which means "shady and sly," though I'm quite the opposite. I'm bright and honest."Although faint, Bethel is sure that there is no way there are only two of them when he could hear multiple voices inside his head. But it can also be a psychological attack from Gituku, so it was all doubt until proven. Neither of these will be answered if Bethel does not do anything."Gituku sounds like a name from some tribe.""Well, I am from the tribe of the mighty and opulent land of Marxian."
Bethel felt like the voice inside his ears rang for the second time, but it was not really the case. Two of them really were talking in sync, and Bethel could not tell if the same person that emerged from the original body was nothing more than an illusion or a clone. There was only one thing to make sure of and clear his doubts. That is to engage in a fight against his chosen enemy, and get an answer to whether it is real or just an illusion.The ninjatō is typically depicted as being a short sword, often portrayed as having a straight blade (similar to that of a shikomizue) with a square guard. Usually of a length "less than 60 cm", the rest of the sword is comparatively "thick, heavy and straight." (Source: Wikipedia)In the world of shadows and bloodbath, there lies a group of covert agents or commonly known as mercenaries, which serves their purpose for reconnaissance, espionage, infiltration, deception, ambush, bodyguarding, and their fighting skills in martial a