No.
If Antra was an Immortal, then maybe... he was thousands of years old, and hadn’t advanced yet.
That could explain him knowing about a Mythical Grade weapon like Garthel.
Huh?
Another possibility took root in my mind, as I once again looked at Antra with utmost vigilance, though the man in question didn’t answer my gaze.
If Arthur could hide his rank, then...
"A sword should be taken out only to kill, dear."
"..."
Arthur didn’t budge an inch at Antra’s words, though his eyes had narrowed, as I could feel Arthur’s grip over the sword tightening.
Though Antra still had the sa amused smile over his face, not showing the slightest hint of aggression towards Arthur’s behaviour.
"Talking all about etiquettes, yet you couldn’t discipline your... dog, was it?"
Pushing aside Arthur’s blade, Antra stepped towards .
At first Arthur looked at , and seeing my nod, let Antra pass through.
Within a minute, things had spiralled down in an unpredictable way, so I had to now take a different approach.
"So... mind explaining to what all this is about."
Standing just inches away from , Antra bent slightly to match my eye level.
There was a long silence as I went over all the words I could utter at the mont without regretting them in the future.
"We are just following the orders... As for explaining everything, you will have to talk with my boss."
Shifting the responsibility was a necessary skill in today’s world.
"Boss?"
’So wouldn’t that be you?’
My pupils dilated as I imdiately took distance from Antra, before taking out my own sword.
Seeing my act, Arthur and No. 5 did the sa, though both of them were confused seeing my sudden action.
This...
Though I had my doubts, Antra’s voice had directly been transmitted into my mind, with no way for the others to hear it.
How?
There was no way soone could guess a kid at Gold having an Immortal serving him.
Traitor?
I turned to look at Julien, but—
There was no way he would betray , as having to face a Silver core was the sa as facing an Immortal for Julien.
The level of danger to his life would have remained the sa.
So there was no way he would have revealed everything about my identity due to so threats from an existence stronger than him.
Logically, every single person in this room was stronger than Julien.
Then?
Who could it be?
Did I ss up sowhere along the way?
My mind processed countless possibilities at the sa ti, but not even a single one of them seed even remotely close to the current situation.
"My apologies... I might have startled you."
Antra smiled as he once again placed his hand over his chest, before slightly bowing his head.
"What’s his rank?"
Not caring to accept the repulsive apology from Antra, I looked at Arthur, who focused his attention on the guy, trying to sense deeper.
"Immortal 1. No matter what I do, his rank stays the sa—"
"Wisdom... it’s earned with age, not strength."
Antra, after switching his gaze between and Arthur, spoke as if rembering so ancient truth.
"Being an Immortal doesn’t make you a God, dear."
Spurt!
Just as Antra disappeared from his place and appeared beside Arthur to place his hand over the latter’s shoulder, Arthur moved Garthel in a motion that was impossible for to see, yet—
The blood on Antra’s arm was proof enough that the blow had landed.
After the strike, Arthur had retreated quickly before taking No. 5 along with him, as now—
All of us were standing behind Arthur... his sword in a stance that was ready for combat.
"You really are a wild one."
Antra spoke as the wound on his arm healed within a second, with the bloodstains disappearing altogether.
"This world... it’s bigger than what you think, so...
Never act above your station."
The last words were spoken in a tone that sent chills down my spine.
Though Antra still had the sa smile over his face, the words had made it clear...
This was a warning.
I lightly grabbed Arthur’s arm, as fighting here—now seed to be the worst decision I could have ever made.
’That’s nice of you. Trust , I have no interest in killing any of you.’
Antra’s words made my head ache, as the burden felt a lot more than what my mind could bear.
’Oops... I had nearly forgotten... how weak you are.’
The next words, though they felt heavy, the burden released by them wasn’t like before.
Antra...
He had reduced whatever side effect his voice had.
Haa...
I didn’t like it.
Everything... none of it was going the way I had expected it to.
Was it my capability that was lacking...
Or—
Is the enemy too strong for to handle?
No.
My enemies had never been weaker than .
I had always known that.
Haa...
Taking a deep breath, I tried to stabilise my mind that was beginning to feel numb from Antra’s words.
"Let’s forget about everything, and start anew."
Clapping his hands once, Antra flicked his fingers, as the environnt around ... changed?
Huh?!
One mont I was in the room, and the next thing I knew...
I was standing in an empty place that was covered in black from all sides.
The sky was black, and so was the ground.
No matter where my eyes landed, everything was covered in black...
No.
It was more like I was in a world of black... as the darkness encompassed every inch of the place around .
"Your subordinates weren’t the most tad. And I certainly don’t enjoy being interrupted every now and then, so—"
"..."
"Let’s have a little chat, shall we?"
Raising my head, I t Antra’s gaze, who sat on a throne in the middle of the wide expanse around .
Just as I was about to speak, sothing pushed from behind, as I mysteriously appeared before Antra, with a chair being ford beside .
Looking at the chair, I hesitated for a second before taking the seat.
Haa...
There was no use in being scared.
My life had always been a ga of death.
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