"...my protege, are you actually a seventeen year old child, or so reincarnated demon pretending to be one?"
As he entered his room, Demorian materialized before Zephyrion, staring at him with eyes filled with disbelief. It was expected, especially after what Zephyrion had just done.
Zephyrion rely walked past him with a slight frown.
"...what are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about?!" Demorian stared at him like his entire worldview had just shattered.
"Boy, are you seriously asking that right now? My brain has been marinating inside that rod for centuries and even I know seventeen year olds aren’t supposed to be that terrifying! To think that was why you asked about her children!"
Demorian had witnessed the entire scene with utter shock. The precision at which Zephyrion had controlled the situation...
He had lived for more than a century during his pri, yet never had he seen a child so terrifying.
Zephyrion cast the hovering ghost a glance.
’So that’s why he’s shocked.’
From the very beginning, he had asked the woman about her children with the intention of using them to instill fear.
Violence was Zephyrion’s least favorite form of manipulation due to its tendency to eventually fail. Unfortunately, he neither had the ti nor information needed to slowly turn the maid.
And since he had no choice but to resort to violence, he was going to take it to the extre. With sothing she cherished on the line, she would be far more likely to fall in line.
He was suddenly pulled from his thoughts by Demorian’s continued ranting.
"...and the thing about the ironbound..." Demorian pointed accusingly at him.
"Complete nonsense! Absolute nonsense! I know for a fact you fed that poor woman crushed lettuce you stole from the kitchen! So how in the world was she screaming like you were peeling her organs apart?!"
Zephyrion finally turned, eting Demorian’s intense stare. It was as though the ancestor was trying to peer directly into his thoughts. Still, Zephyrion paused slightly.
When he had choked her, he had used the blood elent to force his own blood into her body, manipulating it to torture her from within.
Regardless, the main reason he had been capable of accomplishing such a thing was because of his ability to use the blood elent in the first place.
Still, this was sothing Demorian clearly didn’t know.
’Should I tell him?’
His ability to use multiple elents was sothing Zephyrion had never revealed to anyone before, and for good reason. It was unprecedented. Completely unheard of.
Such a thing would inevitably draw the attention of powerful figures across the great empires toward him, and at his current stage, it was far too early for that.
Regardless, there was no doubting that Demorian was different.
Aside from the fact that the ancestor couldn’t exactly walk around exposing him even if he wanted to, unless Zephyrion intended to never use the elents again, there was no real way to hide it forever.
Eventually, Demorian would find out regardless.
"...I manipulated my blood to torture her from the inside."
"Manipulated bloo—" Demorian abruptly stopped. Then slowly tilted his head. "...wait."
His eyes widened.
"...wait wait wait."
"..."
"B-blood?" Demorian’s voice cracked. "Did you just say blood?"
"I did."
"But you’re Ferran!" Demorian blurted out.
"Since when do Ferrans casually manipulate blood?! What’s next? You start summoning storms because you felt curious?!"
Zephyrion rely shrugged.
"...I can use other elents."
Demorian froze completely. The casualness with which Zephyrion had said it made it sound no different from comnting on the weather.
Other elents? Other elents!?
Demorian could no longer restrain himself.
"WHATTTTTTTTTT!?"
...
Demorian’s shout was loud enough to make Zephyrion’s head throb slightly. Yet the ancestor didn’t appear the least bit remorseful as he began pacing back and forth across the room.
"This is insane... completely insane! Multiple elents?! How does that even make sense?!"
"..."
"No, seriously, explain it to !" Demorian snapped, pacing around the room while clutching his head dramatically.
"Do you know how many scholars would explode on the spot if they heard this? Entire academies would collapse! Old n would start foaming at the mouth!"
"Calm down."
"Calm down?!" Demorian whirled toward him in disbelief. "Boy, you just casually told you can use multiple elents like you were informing it might rain today!"
"...it’s not that serious."
"NOT THAT SERIOUS?!" Demorian looked monts away from fainting. "I swear the heavens personally created you just to mock common sense!"
Zephyrion simply watched the man undergo what looked like a complete life crisis without the slightest change in expression.
At the very least, Demorian’s reaction confird one thing for him.
’So it’s just .’
Demorian had also been rune born, and if he was reacting like this, then it ant that even during his era, he had never been capable of controlling multiple elents.
aning this ability wasn’t sothing connected to rune borns in general... but specifically to him alone.
It seed this power was far more special than he had originally thought.
"Wait!" Demorian suddenly halted mid-step, his eyes widening as though he had just recalled sothing deeply unsettling. "You’re not the only one capable of using multiple elents..."
His teeth suddenly gritted together, his expression turning fierce.
"...Frost..."
Zephyrion’s eyes sharpened slightly.
’I see.’
Zephyrion had long held his suspicions, but they had never truly been confird. The first ti he encountered that man had been within the Pyrian territory.
There, Frost’s appearance had been entirely different. With crimson hair and eyes, he had resembled a Pyrian through and through.
Yet the mont they reached the Order, he had simply shed that appearance, his hair and eyes turning snow white.
Even then, Zephyrion had sensed that the transformation hadn’t rely been superficial. It had gone far deeper than that.
Now, Demorian had confird those suspicions.
"...he can use multiple elents?"
"Yes!" Demorian growled. "That bastard... during the destruction of the Verdant Empire, he used their own elent to wipe them out! That’s why the entire world thinks it was so internal conflict!"
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