Third Person's POV
He didn't care what Otto learned from this ordeal or if anything at all.
His only concern was fulfilling his duty and getting paid for it.
Just as a semblance of quiet settled, Otto suddenly erupted once more but this ti in a blind and wrathful fury.
His bloodshot eyes burned with unhinged madness and seed to be on the verge of bursting from sheer rage as he shrieked.
"Find them! Those bitches and that bastard too! I will make him suffer! I will carve him apart and take his won before his eyes!"
The dark knight remained unshaken by the outburst.
He rely inclined his head in acknowledgnt though deep down, he agreed.
Finally, he mused, he is starting to sound like the son of Duke Vord… though he is still a weakling through and through in both mind and body.
However, Otto's desires ant little to him. He had only one objective now and that was Ethan.
The boy had dared to defy him and to challenge his strength while also escaping unscathed.
That was an insult the dark knight would not let stand.
I will find him, he vowed. And when I do, I will crush him to pieces.
The matter of the girls never even crossed his mind as he had no interest in them.
With an unwavering expression, he turned and hoisted the young master's weakened form before soaring out of the wreckage of the Imperial Blade Hall.
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The streets of the administrative district lay shrouded in silence as the hush of midnight settled over the grand yet deserted pathways.
If one were to ascend the towering buildings, they would glimpse a rising haze of dust in the distance which was accompanied by faint and distant shouts from the market district.
Yet, there was no audience to witness this scene.
The hardworking residents had long since retired to their hos and left this district draped in darkness and tranquility.
But high atop a tall, black spire, two figures stood in hushed worry as their gazes locked onto the turmoil unfolding far away.
Crimson and ice-blue eyes glead under the moonlight and were filled with concern as Virelle and Velcy watched the distant chaos unfold.
A third presence lingered beside them.
It was a silent and unmoving cloaked shadow.
Its features remained obscured and were swallowed by the depths of its black hood but two blurry rays of crimson flickered from within and it seed to be watching as unwaveringly as its charge.
The old blood slave had done his duty well and had ferried the two girls away during the battle between Ethan and the dark knight.
Velcy had resisted at first and had been unwilling to leave but Virelle had cald her as she knew that their presence would only serve as a distraction and a source of worry for Ethan.
Worse, the sinister knight could have seized them as hostages to manipulate him and that was a possibility she shuddered to even consider.
As for the dark elf, the blood slave had left her on the outskirts of the market district without a word before disappearing into the night with the other two.
It was as if he instinctively knew the safest location for them.
Now, back in the present, Velcy tugged anxiously at Virelle's sleeve and her voice was soft yet it also trembled with worry.
"When will Big Brother Ethan be back?"
Virelle suppressed her own concern as she softened her expression and attempted to reassure the girl.
"Don't worry, he'll be back soon. He might already be on his way—"
Before she could finish, a deep and familiar voice that they dearly missed sounded near them and sent an electrifying shock through their spines.
"No need to wonder if I am on the way… I am already here."
Their heads snapped toward the source and their eyes widened.
Ethan stood leaning against the spire and a playful smirk danced on his lips.
His violet hair was disheveled and covered with dust but his gaze was warm and brimd with an unshakable confidence.
Seeing their beloved, neither girl hesitated.
In the next instant, both of them leaped toward him.
Ethan chuckled and caught them effortlessly as his arms wrapped securely around their waists and he lifted them with ease.
Virelle wasted no ti as her lips crashed against his in a deep searing kiss, her tongue claiming him without restraint.
She cared not for anything else at that mont as she lost herself in the taste of him and in the heat of his breath mingling with hers.
Velcy, anwhile had pressed her face against his chest and inhaled his scent as her soft white, fluffy tail coiled around his waist.
Her hands were delicate yet insistent as she road over his chest and without hesitation, she leaned in and began licking his neck.
She no longer hesitated and didn't hold her feelings back.
Virelle who was lost in her fervent kiss, barely registered Velcy's actions as she was utterly consud by her desire to devour Ethan whole.
Only after several minutes did she finally part from him with a shallow breath and a flushed face.
Ethan's smirk deepened as he gazed at her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
His dark burning gaze swept over her body from head to toe and a hunger smoldered within his violet eyes—one that spoke volus.
Understanding his silent ssage, Virelle averted her gaze with a shy knowing smile as her toes curled against the cold stone beneath her feet.
It was such a rare sight that even Ethan found himself montarily stunned and his expression started flickering with a mix of surprise and sothing deeper.
The quiet shyness from Virelle was so unexpected that the reaction in his eyes grew even stronger and a spark of possessiveness mixed with fascination burned within.
Velcy, however, remained oblivious to the silent exchange between them as she was too caught up in her own emotions.
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