Honestly, a lot can happen in a short amount of ti, and what happened with the girls while he was away was necessary; he realized this when he checked their strength in the morning. Your journey continues at m v|l-e'-
In fact, many things changed in that short period to the point that they were almost unrecognizable. They were at least twice as strong as before, which, for a cultivator, was an extrely significant shift.
When he asked, "What happened to you?" the answer couldn't have been shorter or more direct.
"We were useless, so we just got useful," was Samira's response. She had been feeling particularly bitter since the fight with Kryssia, where she had taken quite a beating.
In these few months, all the won had managed to reach the Grandmaster stage. Naturally, Strax checked why this had happened.
It was quite a simple determination, really... The system had been holding back the girls' cultivation update while he was conscious.
But, well, that could wait for later... Now, however, he had so business to attend to after suddenly waking up from days in a coma.
The first task, of course, he had already done. He checked on how his lovely wives were doing.
The second? He'd also already done that. He talked to Sylvia and received sothing from the system quite conveniently…
**[Bastard Daughter of the King]**
It was unusual to find soone like that, and it was actually quite beneficial to know he was now in a high and advantageous position. Knowing that Sylvia could indeed be the king's daughter gave him a trump card...
Of course, he wouldn't use a woman as a bargaining chip, much less use her to harm soone—he wasn't that kind of man…
Now, he was heading to the last problem he had to deal with, and, in fact, he was already at the final location.
The hallway of the duke's mansion was dead silent, though there were a few sounds of maids walking here and there, cleaning the corridors, windows, and so on, as that was their job.
"What the hell is going on here?" he muttered to himself as he walked toward Diana's office.
As he approached Diana's door, he could hear heavy footsteps on the other side, moving back and forth as if soone was distressed.
He thought about knocking but ignored the thought and entered without saying a word, only to be t with two won sweating nervously...
"Close that quickly!" Diana shouted at him, and he quickly closed the door in a jump while she bit her nails... Veronica, beside her, was doing the sa, almost pacing in sync...
"Should I even ask why you two... are like this?" Strax questioned, looking at the won who seed to be sweating bullets.
"Co here! Co, co!" Diana ran up to him, pulling him onto the couch. "You disappear for months because you were in a coma, and now you've caused a huge ss!" She shouted in a hushed voice.
"What do you an? I have nothing to do with this!" Strax quickly replied, trying to defend himself.
"What do you an, 'nothing to do with this'? The damn information that you killed those three idiots leaked! You bastard!" Diana yelled at him.
"Huh? I thought that was already taken care of!" Strax said quickly, but, of course, not everything could go as he predicted…
"The problem isn't that. The problem is that your na is known now! On top of that, damn it, the Countess is here!" Diana said quickly, and Strax looked confused… "So? I an… what's a countess doing here? Or rather, who the hell is this countess?" he asked, and then he heard a series of mutters…
"Run… yes, running is the solution… teleport, no… she'll still find … yes, I need to die… yes, death is better… that woman… yes, death is the solution… that cursed Spartan… yes, I'll kill myself, it's the solu—KYAAA!!!" Veronica scread as she felt Strax's punch to her head and quickly held where it hurt, shouting, "OW OW OW, WHAT DID I DO?!"
"Why are you so… scared like this? I thought you had so pride," Strax comnted, almost provoking her, but she didn't snap back.
"You don't know her… if you knew… you'd understand that I'm not joking… dying would be better…" Veronica said, almost collapsing to her knees and crying.
"What a drama," Strax remarked as he looked at her. "Looks like a frightened puppy in a thunderstorm, strange woman," he said before turning back to Diana.
"So? Who cares? I have better things to do than worry about a re countess. In case you don't know, my sister is in the royal castle, understood?" Strax questioned with a venomous smile that made Diana tremble for a few seconds…
"That's also why she's here… one kills three brothers, and the other gets sold… looks like she thinks your father has lost it and ca to confront him…" Diana said while rubbing her arm full of uncertainties…
"Huh? And since when does my father listen to anyone? Especially a countess," Strax muttered, getting to his feet. "It seems you two aren't in the right headspace to talk, so I'll be back later." He turned, reaching for the door.
"She's the forr duchess's best friend… before ," Diana called out just as he began to twist the doorknob.
"What did you just say?" Strax froze, his aura intensifying in a heartbeat. Dark lightning crackled from his red aura, radiating an uncontrollable, primal energy.
"H-h-hey, calm down! She was your mother's closest friend!" Both won took a few steps back, with Veronica nearly jumping out the window. The mory of his dragon aura flooded her mind, and she felt the sa raw, destructive power now.
Strax stood silent for a few monts, struggling to process this revelation. The idea that this mysterious countess had once been his mother's best friend—a mother he'd never known—stirred a fury he could barely contain. His fists clenched tightly, and the dark, red-tinged aura pulsed wildly around him, mirroring the storm of emotions raging inside.
Diana and Veronica barely dared to breathe, overwheld by the crushing pressure in the air. Diana, realizing just how close Strax was to losing control, took a cautious step back, raising her hands slightly. "Strax… please, try to calm down. We understand this might be—"
Before she could finish, Strax took a step towards the door, his aura slowly dissipating as he forced himself to regain control. His face remained tense, but his presence began to stabilize. Deep down, he knew that losing control wouldn't solve anything. He needed answers.
"I want to et this woman now. Even if I have to tear down this entire mansion," he thought.
Just as he lowered his aura, a deep, powerful voice echoed in his mind. "Strax, co here." Strax looked around, startled, trying to determine where the voice was coming from. Diana and Veronica, oblivious to the voice, noticed the sudden change in his expression but couldn't hear what he was hearing.
Strax cast one last look at Diana and Veronica before saying in a controlled, almost restrained tone, "I'll be back later." Without waiting for a response, he left the room, his mind racing. The voice kept calling him at regular intervals, like a persistent, ancient presence he'd never directly encountered before yet felt strangely familiar.
Strax walked through the mansion's corridors with purpose, ignoring the commotion around him. Servants and guards instinctively moved aside, sensing the ominous aura about him. Even the butler, who usually waited at the door of the patriarch's office, stepped back, unwilling to cross his path. Strax didn't have ti for formalities.
He pushed open the heavy oak door and entered the eting room without hesitation. The grand marble table and ornate tapestries gave the room an imposing atmosphere, but the tension was thick and stifling.
Seated in his patriarchal chair, his father looked up, eting his gaze with an unreadable expression. Opposite him, facing away from Strax, stood a woman with fiery red hair—a vibrant, almost flaming color that instantly drew attention. She held a proud, still posture, as if aware that all eyes in the room were fixed on her.
Strax felt his body tense. He didn't know exactly what to expect from this woman, but sothing about her presence felt… familiar. Perhaps it was her confident stance or the way she seed to command the space without even facing him. Yet the thought that she might hold a significant connection to his mother kept his mind sharp and his emotions dangerously close to the edge.
"I see you couldn't wait to make an entrance," his father comnted in a neutral tone, masking both irritation and a hint of approval.
Strax didn't answer imdiately. His attention was divided, but anger still coursed through him. Ignoring his father's tone, he directed his words to the red-haired woman with a hard, challenging voice.
"Who are you?"
Suddenly before the woman could turn to face him, a system tab appeared before her eyes... A new tab.
[Supre-Class Mission Unlocked]
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