Why Did You Mess With Him? He’s the Evil God’s Lackey! Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Are You Done Feeling Around?

Cindy collapsed onto the ground. The Blood Energy across his body gradually dissipated into the air, and his eyes were left utterly hollow.

In this mont, the psychological defenses of this Tier-4 warrior had completely crumbled.

Leon cast a glance toward the surrounding Shadow Guards.

They moved swiftly, surging forward to restrain Cindy.

Around his hands and feet, they clasped shackles imbued with Magic Power designed to seal Blood Energy.

The instant that enormous bullet had blasted outward, Leah had been jolted by the terrifying sound.

Her mind, which had locked up, gradually returned to clarity—and her gaze refocused on Viktor's body.

She stared at Viktor, a profoundly complicated light swimming in her eyes.

"Miss Leah."

A familiar voice reached her ear. She turned her head; it was Leon calling out to her.

Leah shook her head and redirected her gaze to the iron cage.

Looking at those pitiful girls huddled together, tails and ears pressed tight, she let out a quiet sigh.

She turned back and looked toward Viktor once more.

At just that mont, the azure-blue light fading from Viktor's eyes, he was walking slowly toward her.

Leah watched him, a trace of concern in her voice as she asked:

"Are you... are you alright?"

Viktor ca to a stop before Leah and looked down at her.

He paid no mind to her words. Instead, he spoke in an even tone:

"Hold out your hand."

"..."

Leah fell briefly silent, but she listened all the sa, obediently extending her hand.

The next second, she felt a heavy object placed into her palm—still carrying faint traces of residual heat.

It was the weapon Cindy had used monts ago.

Even now, looking at it, Leah still felt a lingering chill run through her.

The silver revolver was still venting wisps of smoke, as though it had only just cooled down. The barrel appeared utterly mangled from the force of the impact.

Across the battered silver-white casing, not a trace of the red markings could be made out anymore. The body of the weapon had also laid bare the Magic Crystal within, now dim and lightless.

Perhaps it had absorbed far too much Magic Power in a single instant—this weapon was, at present, completely destroyed.

Leah was still sowhat puzzled as to why Viktor would hand her this ruined thing.

Viktor's voice had already begun.

"The firearm the Rether Family produced—it should be the first generation. The performance is too poor."

"Find a few craftsn back at the Manor. You might be able to replicate it."

She understood in an instant.

The destructive power of this thing called a firearm—Leah had seen it with her own eyes.

Though Viktor had spoken of it sowhat dismissively, Leah could grasp its value imdiately.

For an ordinary person, that terrifyingly swift attack speed would be impossible to track with the naked eye.

If there was a flaw to speak of, it was only the sound—utterly horrifying.

Ill-suited for covert operations.

But if the Clavena Family were to produce this type of weapon first and improve upon its performance—

And then equip their guards with large quantities of them...

Suddenly, Viktor's warning voice reached Leah's ears.

"This kind of weapon can only be entrusted to those who can be trusted."

"Rember—you are an ordinary person."

She paused briefly, lowered her head, and tucked the broken firearm into her bag.

"I... I know."

"Right—the wound you just took to your chest."

The mory of that horrifying gash on Viktor's chest ca rushing back to her. Leah couldn't help but look up again, her gaze dropping to Viktor's chest.

The distance between them was close—close enough that she could even catch the scent drifting from this man she had once considered her insufferable older brother.

A faint, clean fragrance. Rather pleasant.

Viktor was soone who cared greatly about cleanliness—Leah had known that since she was small.

Though he had no obsessive tendencies about it, he would absolutely never allow so much as a speck of dust to settle on himself.

Or any other strange sort of sll.

And yet now, on his chest—there was not a single wound to be found.

Even his clothes looked as though they had been neatly nded back together.

As if compelled by so inexplicable urge, Leah slowly extended a hand and, in puzzled curiosity, began feeling around Viktor's chest.

Searching for a wound that simply did not exist anywhere on his body.

Yet no matter how she searched, the sensation coming through the fabric kept telling her the sa thing—Viktor was completely unhard.

She could even feel the firm, solid quality emanating from his chest.

This left her genuinely perplexed.

He was clearly a Mage. How could he possibly have such a well-built physique.

"Are you done feeling around?"

The voice drifted down from above her head, cold and indifferent. Leah snapped back to her senses all at once and hurriedly pulled her hand away.

Her face, beyond her control, flushed a deep crimson.

Though under the cover of the night, it was not quite so obvious.

Leah quickly turned her head to the side, avoiding Viktor's gaze entirely.

"I-I-I... I was just checking whether you were hurt."

"You ca all this way for —if you got injured, how guilty would I feel?"

Those were the words coming from her mouth—yet the corners of her eyes kept sneaking glances in Viktor's direction.

As though quietly watching for his reaction.

But unfortunately, Viktor had no interest in indulging her.

He stood where he was, Magic Power surging continuously around his body.

Countless Magic Formations materialized from thin air.

The charred corpses strewn across the port—as though being slowly erased by a rubber—dissolved into a breath of wind and vanished entirely.

The fractured ground also restored itself in the blink of an eye.

The air grew still. The sea breeze rose alongside the tide, sweeping through the silent port.

Only once all of that was done did Viktor turn his attention back to the beast-eared Demi-humans huddled inside the iron cage, long since frozen stiff with fright.

"Demi-humans."

He murmured their kind under his breath, then walked slowly toward the iron cage.

His Coat cut across the moonlight. In that pale glow, the one-eyed Crow perched upon Viktor's shoulder seed sohow conspicuous.

The single eye of that jet-black Crow glead with a particularly sharp brightness.

Like a dark shadow swallowing them completely, an aura of absolute, overwhelming power drew steadily closer with every step.

In this mont, all the Demi-humans felt was deepening terror.

They trembled from head to toe, their ears and tails quivering beyond their control, the fur along their bodies bristling upright.

They were not blind—every mont of the battle just now, they had watched with complete clarity.

The Demi-humans could sense it plainly: the Viktor before them was far more frightening than the man who had fallen.

This Mage, powerful enough to go toe-to-toe with a warrior in direct combat—if he intended to do sothing to them—

They would have no ans of resistance whatsoever.

The Demi-humans watched in fear as Viktor approached step by step. But beyond fear, there was nothing else they could do.

Leah likewise watched Viktor, that powerful aura still radiating from him.

The Shadow Guards around her—flickers of wariness crossed their eyes as well.

Very few nobles liked Demi-humans.

These creatures that resembled people but were not people made them feel a sense of filth and disgust.

But as free labor, Demi-humans were undeniably useful.

They would never slack off—only push themselves harder and harder for the sake of survival.

In this mont, the Shadow Guards felt afraid.

They were afraid that Viktor was no different from any other noble lord.

If Viktor were to give the order right now—to have them cast all those Demi-humans into the depths of the sea—

They could only follow through, painful as it would be.

Yet, unexpectedly—

Viktor bent down slightly, stretching out a hand just close enough for his palm to reach.

He patted the head of the Cat-girl nearest to him.

And, while he was at it, gave her ears a gentle rub.

A soft warmth traveled through Viktor's palm. The girl with cat ears, as though the touch felt rather pleasant, couldn't help but let out a low, rumbling purr.

Even after Viktor straightened back up, she was left with a faint sense of longing.

Everyone watched Viktor's actions in silence.

His expression remained just as cold as ever.

Yet in his gaze—there seed to be a trace of contentnt?

This left everyone sowhat at a loss, Leah included.

Of course they couldn't understand.

After all, who could ever refuse a cute little Cat-girl?

Under the collective gaze of those present, Viktor slowly made his way out from the iron cage.

He had done nothing to the Demi-humans.

The Shadow Guards, watching the scene before them, each let out a quiet breath of relief.

Beneath their hoods, pairs of ears slowly relaxed and drooped downward.

"You... don't dislike them?"

Leah watched him, a trace of puzzlent in her voice.

Her words had voiced the question every Demi-human present was silently asking.

"Why would I dislike them?"

Viktor's indifferent voice rang out. His gaze swept in a slow arc around Leah.

Taking in each and every hooded Shadow Guard surrounding her.

Every one of them, the mont his gaze landed on them, gave a collective shiver.

As though they had been seen through entirely.

Soon, Viktor's voice drifted out, unhurried.

"Aren't they Demi-humans too?"

Leah paused, just slightly.

The other Shadow Guards made no sound—but their bodies shifted subtly, as though the composure they always maintained had montarily slipped.

They felt a shock that ran even deeper than before.

Only Leon stood calm and quiet at Leah's side, without any confusion.

Because she herself still hadn't figured out, to this day, how Viktor had known her na in the first place.

Leah looked at Viktor, a disbelieving light in her eyes.

"How... how do you know all of this?"

The act of aiding Demi-humans—Leah had begun doing it when she was still very young.

Back when she was in her early teens, Leah had asked the family Steward Helnersen to intercept the very first vessel carrying Demi-humans.

Those Demi-humans, rescued from the slave ship, had no ho left to return to.

And so Leah had taken them in.

Under the guidance of Helnersen—himself a Demi-human—they were taught the arts of assassination and combat.

Rescuing Demi-humans. Taking in Demi-humans.

A practice that had continued for 10 years.

By now, the number of Demi-humans Leah had saved was beyond counting.

Among them, many had accepted Leah's training and beco the most loyal covert operatives of the Clavena Family—handling every dark and shadowed affair that could never see the light of day, all on Leah's behalf.

As a force that belonged solely to Leah, they answered only to her commands.

Likewise, to keep their Demi-human identities from being exposed, Leah had deliberately taken to calling them her 'children.'

And yet—Viktor, who had never once shown any care for her.

He even knew the race of these Shadow Guards?

In this mont, the confusion Leah felt clearly outweighed even her shock.

But Viktor did not answer her question. He simply stood at her side and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Keep doing what you believe is aningful. Keep going."

"I will always support you."

Leah slowly raised her head and looked at the older brother before her, disbelief written across her face.

A heaviness settled in her chest, and not a single word would co.

Leah didn't understand—what exactly it was that lay buried in her chest, she couldn't na the feeling.

"Don't forget what I've said to you."

She looked at him in silence—watching as he extended a finger and pressed it to her Mage's Hand, channeling fresh Magic Power back into it.

"Rember to use it. And then..."

All at once, the sea wind howled, as though giving voice to the extraordinary nature of this night.

The surging sound of waves rolling in swallowed Viktor's final words.

Fortunately, it also swallowed the soundless catch in Leah's throat.

"I'm back."