Outside the dungeon’s massive iron gates, shrouded in the cold midnight mist, stood Dredis Valford.
Clad head to toe in pitch-black assassin garb that seed to drink the moonlight itself, he waited with the stillness of a shadow. Only the faint plu of his breath betrayed that he was alive at all.
"How long do I have to wait here in front of this damn—"
The sentence died in his throat.
A razor-cold sensation kissed the nape of his neck.
Dredis’s pupils shrank to pinpricks.
’H-How is that even possible...?’
No sound. No footsteps. No fluctuation of mana. Nothing.
Yet the unmistakable edge of a blade, sharp enough to cut off his neck was pressed firmly against his skin.
’Impossible. There’s no one behind . If there was soone, I would’ve sensed it. I would’ve—’
"Why are you here?"
The voice ca from the front.
Dredis’s gaze snapped forward.
There, frad by the yawning mouth of the dungeon gate, stood four figures.
Fruela, eyes glinting like frozen athysts and purple blades shining in her hands.
Rees, holding a big magic staff in his hands and staring at Dredis with his hollow eyes.
Dusk, the hulking beast, grinning with rows of monstrous teeth standing directly behind Leon.
And at the center...
Leon himself, his face covered with a white mask.
The floating blade behind Dredis’s neck shimred once before dissolving into black mist, slithering through the air like a living shadow before seamlessly reattaching itself to the Nyxter.
Dredis dropped to one knee instantly.
"S-Sir Michael Jackson... G-Greetings."
Leon didn’t move.
He simply tilted his head slightly.
The crimson glow behind the slits of his white mask flared brighter—two bloody stars staring straight through flesh and bone.
"Why are you here at this hour?" His voice was low, calm... and sohow infinitely more terrifying because of it. "I should kill you for disturbing ."
The pressure hit like an invisible hamr and Fruela disappeared from her place imdiately, re-appearing directly behind Dredis and placing the dagger to his neck.
"Just order, Master." She spoke in a low voice as she looked at Leon.
Dredis’s ears rang. His knees trembled. Cold sweat rolled down the inside of his mask as his another knee also hitted the ground.
’W-What is this...? This feeling, a dagger, a sword and many other weapons have been placed on my neck before but the pressure coming from his body is sothing else.’
It wasn’t just killing intent.
It was sothing heavier. Deeper. Like the weight of an entire abyss had decided to rest its gaze upon him.
’He’s... different. Last ti he was dangerous, but this... this is suffocating. Did he hide it before? Or... did I actually make him angry this ti ? I-I have to apologise to him right now.’ Dredis swallowed hard.
"I-I’m sorry, sir... I didn’t an to disturb you at this hour, I—" Dredis started speaking as He dared to raise his head.
But as soon as he did, his whole body froze.
Leon was no longer standing several ters away.
He was right there.
Mask to face.
Close enough that Dredis could see the minute reflections of his own terrified eyes in the polished white surface.
Only a thin layer of tal separated their noses.
"I asked..." Leon’s normal voice dropped into a deep, threatening sound "...why are you here at this ti ?"
Dredis’s heart slamd against his ribs so hard he thought it might crack bone.
’A-Am I going to die !?’
"Y-Your Majesty... sent here to get your reply... on the eting, S-Sir."
For a long, agonizing second, Leon said nothing.
He simply stared.
The red glow behind the mask pulsed slowly, like a heartbeat.
Behind him, Dusk watched with open amusent, fangs glinting.
’Master’s aura... it’s evolved truly onto a different level this ti. So thick with bloodlust even an assassin is shaking like a leaf. A true predator.’
A few steps away, Fruela’s cheeks burned bright crimson beneath her usual cold composure.
’I can’t believe how intense master’s bloodlust is right now. Will he ever do it again with while looking like that ? That would be so beautiful. Oh my god... what am I thinking !?’ she thought with a shaful expression.
Leon finally leaned back—just an inch.
But the pressure didn’t lessen.
Not even a little.
"I see... So he wants an answer huh ?" Leon asked with a neutral expression as he imdiately walked upto a small wooden stick that was lying at a distance.
"Y-Yes... Sir." Dredis replied in a low tone.
As soon as he used the skill on the stick, the stick glowed golden for a split second and then returned back to being normal.
"The hidden village of demons..." Leon spoke in a low voice as he placed the stick on the ground and the stick fell, pointing towards the south of the forest.
"Elis... Bring Enid." He ordered in a low voice.
"Yes, master." Elis replied as she imdiately disappeared and re-appeared almost instantly with Enid, who was half-asleep.
"Hmm....? What is going on here ?" Enid asked with a confused expression as she looked around with a confused expression and rubbed her half-closed eyes.
"You are coming with us." Leon replied with a neutral expression as he looked at Enid.
"Hmm...? Where are we going, master ?" Enid asked with a neutral expression as she looked at Leon.
"To make a na for us..." Leon replied with a smile as he looked at Enid.
"Hmm...? A na for-" Suddenly Enid’s eyes widened as she understood what Leon was about to do.
"M-M-Master don’t tell you are going there ? A-Are you ?" Enid asked with a serious expression as she walked upto Leon.
"Oh well are all going there, darling." Leon replied with a neutral expression as he looked at Enid.
"Master... You have to understand, those demons there aren’t normal. Those thirteen demons-" Before Enid could’ve completed her sentence, Leon intrrupted.
"... Will die tonight." He spoke with a neutral expression.
"Assassin you will also be coming with ."
"Ummm... Excuse ?" Dredis asked with a confused and scared expression.
"Cause I am about to give you the answer that your king is seeking." Leon replied as he started walking forward.
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