The Obsidian King’s Wrath
Seeing the red light pierce into Evan’s body and the blood trickling from his nose, Togou was the first to react.
He stepped forward, Justice Sword trembling faintly in his grip, and pointed it straight at Evan’s throat.
"You despicable scoundrel," he roared, voice shaking with both fury and humiliation. "So it was you who set up this malevolent energy."
"I saw it too!" another Exorcist shouted, stepping out from the crowd, face red with rage. "This guy is truly malicious."
"So it turns out he orchestrated the whole thing."
"What a shaless person."
Voices overlapped.
Condemnation surged through the hall like wildfire.
The sa n who had admired him earlier now looked at him with naked disgust.
Gwen Valquin stood frozen for a mont, heart pounding violently in her chest.
Everything she had heard in that mysterious inner voice—
Every warning.
Every prediction.
Every detail.
It had all been true.
Her fingers curled slowly at her sides.
So she had really been standing beside a wolf.
Exposed. Cursed. Surrounded.
Evan’s expression darkened inch by inch.
His jaw tightened until the muscles trembled.
He, the dignified Obsidian King.
Since when did ants dare point fingers at him?
Since when did nobodies raise their voices in his presence?
(Julian inwardly sighed.)
(It’s over. It’s over. Trying to show off and getting humiliated instead.)
(This petty Prognostic is definitely going to get angry.)
(Don’t start a massacre, damn it. You’re the Obsidian King. You need to be patient!)
Julian felt a chill crawl up his spine.
This was going off-script.
He had only intended to follow the plot—expose Evan quietly, warn the Valquin household, and leave.
The air felt calm until it didn’t. A single word sparked what ca next. Tension had been building beneath quiet voices. One remark cracked the surface open. Silence shattered like glass dropped on stone.
Faster than a blink, Gwen reached her father. Though her breath ca in gasps, she spoke without shake.
"Dad," she said, eyes never leaving Evan, "this man is malicious. We can’t let him off."
A flicker of ice crossed Rex Valquin’s features. His expression settled, sharp and unyielding.
Footfalls tapped out a rhythm on cold stone as he moved ahead. The space between walls carried every movent like a whisper grown loud.
"Mr. Evan," he said, voice low and controlled, "don’t you think you owe the Valquin household an explanation?"
A blade could not have been finer than the look in his eyes.
Weeks - not days - had worn down his family. Pain settled deep, quiet, relentless.
Sleepless nights.
Strange accidents.
Unseen pressure crushing their ho.
And all of it traced back to this man.
"Explanation?" Evan let out a short, humorless laugh. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why would I orchestrate this?"
His eyes swept the room dismissively.
"Could I have predicted that the Valquin household would offer a billion-Euro reward?"
His tone was calm. Cold.
Deny everything.
Always deny.
(Julian inwardly scoffed.)
(Of course you didn’t know about the billion Euro.)
(You were after Gwen. Playing the hero to win her heart.)
(Once you had her, the Valquin household would be yours.)
(You shaless bastard. Even with evidence in your face, you’re still denying it.)
Gwen’s eyes flared with fury.
Her voice cut across the hall like a blade.
"Stop pretending. I know you planned this."
She stepped forward, chin lifted.
"That snake you threw into my villa—wasn’t it you? I checked the surveillance footage."
For a split second—
A flicker.
Embarrassnt crossed Evan’s face.
She knew?
Then why hadn’t she confronted him earlier?
Why had she stayed silent?
What’s the point of talking? Mike Valquin snapped, moving ahead, hands balled into fists until his knuckles turned pale. "Get it done - end him now!"
Fear cracked his words apart. The anger in his throat made every syllable shake.
It started with him - tricked before anyone else saw it coming.
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Foolishness felt like triumph back then, a purchase born of deception he’d celebrate before knowing the truth.
Finding it wasn’t gold surprised him. The weight in his hands felt wrong. Dust clung to the edges of the box. What he opened changed everything. His breath stopped mid-way.
Yet almost broke apart his own family.
Right after his voice rang out, over ten Valquin guards rushed ahead.
Boots struck marble in unison.
Evan did not retreat.
Above his shoulders, he held himself high, back rigid like a rod. Stillness followed the line of his body, unmoving through quiet air.
On his feet he’d choose to fall, never crawl through life.
The fight started when a bodyguard swung first.
A small tilt of Evan’s head, just a fraction really, made the punch miss by nothing at all.
A sudden kick ca his way in reply.
Bounced off his feet, the man slamd into a wooden table.
Two more rushed him.
Evan stepped forward instead of back.
His fists struck like iron hamrs.
Two bodies lifted off the ground and slamd into the walls.
The remaining guards hesitated—but training overrode fear.
They attacked in formation.
It didn’t matter.
In front of Evan, they looked like training dummies.
Mike grabbed a porcelain vase from a side table and charged in recklessly.
"Brother!" Gwen shouted.
Julian reached out instinctively—but too late.
Evan’s hand shot out.
He caught Mike by the throat mid-charge.
The vase shattered against the floor.
Mike’s feet lifted off the ground.
The room went silent.
The remaining guards froze.
"Let go of my brother!" Gwen’s voice cracked like thunder.
Her composure shattered.
"If you dare hurt him," she hissed, eyes blazing, "I will make sure you don’t leave Valemont alive."
Rex Valquin’s face turned murderous.
On his own territory—
Inside his own ho—
An outsider dared behave like this?
Evan looked at Gwen.
For a fleeting mont—
There was sothing like regret in his eyes.
Even with all his skill in manipulating won—
This situation was unsalvageable.
He turned his gaze to the entire household.
His voice dropped to sothing colder than steel.
"Does a small Valquin household think it can threaten , Evan?"
The air seed to tremble.
"Today, we could have all been fine."
His eyes shifted slowly—
Landing on Julian.
Filled with venom.
"But bla that bastard with the surna D’Aurelius."
The hall fell into stunned silence.
From the D’Aurelius household.
To the De Dominicis household.
To now—the Valquin household.
Julian had ruined him again and again.
Evan’s grip tightened around Mike’s throat.
His voice was no longer rely cold.
It was lethal.
"I have endured long enough."
His aura shifted.
Oppressive.
Explosive.
"Today," he said slowly, each word like a hamr strike, "I will show you what it ans that the Obsidian King cannot be humiliated."
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