Chapter 271 Demons [5]
Void Evolution System
âWas there a mishap?â
âWe donât know for certain. We have lost contact with the forces that were sent to Astoria.â
âJust lost contact? Didnât the inheritor go with them? We all know what her personality is like.â
âIndeed, she has a tendency to be willful. We canât make any conclusions yet, but does it even matter if their fail?â
âThatâs true. Even if they were sacrificed in this mission, it doesnât affect the grand plan at all. In fact, it could even have benefits.â
âGetting rid of the inheritor isnât a bad trade-off for a portion of the plan going off rails.â
Within the pantheon, hushed voices rang out, discussing matters that seemed to contain an importance that normal people couldnât fathom.
âHave we received any new orders from the Lord yet?â
âNone. It seems the Lord wants us to continue with how things are going.â
âYes, if itâs the Lordâs plan, we do not need to question anything. What seems like failure to us might have been his goal all along.â
âHas anyone heard news about the outsiders?â
A new question was brought up, attracting the attention of those present.
âThe outsiders? Arenât they just kids that were sent in? Why should we care about them?â
âThey may be kids, but that doesnât mean they donât pose a threat. Have we learned about the level of their strength?â
âHmm, other than Astoria, the outsiders found in other cities have been subpar. Even against mere Generals, they were forced to struggle. If even a single one of us moved, itâd be over for them.â
âI donât understand why the Lord would place any importance on them. They arenât worth the attention of someone as great as him.â
âEnough. We donât question the Lordâs decisions, we only follow them. He has raised us from birth for this purpose.â
âThereâs no need for you to mention it. We all know, and we all agree.â
â The beings within the pantheon nodded their heads. They only had one purpose for existence, and that was to serve the Lord. Power? Fame? Pleasure? None of it mattered to them as much as a single word from him.
âIn any case, we have nothing to do besides follow what he says. Thereâs no reason for us to personally act.â
âHave the Demon Kings shown any strange movement?â
âNone. They rarely leave their castles in the first place, so the spies we placed are enough to surveil them thoroughly.â
âDo not become complacent. Those four are different from the rest of us, and they are much more powerful. Although they serve the Lord, they all have their own agendas.â
A solemn atmosphere covered the group.
âWe must be certain that they donât prioritize their own goals. We need to control them and keep them on a tight leash.â
âIf only it werenât for this damn restriction we could-!â
They gnashed their teeth. If it wasnât for the restriction placed by the cursed deity, theyâd have surpassed the Demon Kings in strength long ago. But they couldnât do anything about it. They were forced to stay within the levels of 3rd class, and they couldnât even deepen their comprehension any further than they already had.
âThereâs no need to discuss this matter any further. Make sure to keep a good watch on our forces and prepare for the Lordâs orders at any time. Until then, we can only wait.
A series of affirmations followed the statement. An eerie silence once again filled the pantheon.
***
Within one of the four large castles located not far from the pantheon, a man sat in his study with a gloomy aura surrounding him.
His gaze was focused on the papers in front of him, his long blonde hair brushing against the desk. From the crease on his forehead and the beads of sweat that trickled down his brow, it was evident that he was under a great deal of stress.
Crack!
The pen in his hand snapped in half. The manâs hand had clenched hard enough to turn the remains of the pen into dust.
âGet rid of her? You think you can get rid of her? You think Iâll allow it?â
The man gnashed his teeth as he muttered. His frightening red eyes looked especially bloodshot.
âDammit!â
His fist shattered the desk in front of him, he crazily began destroying everything around him. Lamps were thrown, bookshelves were toppled. He looked as if he had gone crazy.
âIf she had died, Iâd know by now. There isnât a single person in this world who can overcome my soul technique. So why? Why canât I reach her?â
He wanted to roar. He wanted to vent his frustration. He wanted to kill. But he knew that most of the servants attending to him within his castles were planted there. Any signs of agitation he showed would only be used against him.
âHaaâ¦â
The man took a deep breath to calm himself down. His bloodshot eyes slowly became as tranquil as an undisturbed lake. Any emotion on his face was wiped clean.
In this state, he slowly walked to the window that overlooked the mountainside.
His gaze briefly landed on the demons in the city below him, but soon went past it. With his level of existence, he could even faintly see Astoria in the distance.
But the city was calm. There was no army invading it, and there wasnât even a trace of destruction anymore due to the workings of the Trial World.
However, he had seen it previously. He had felt that foreboding sense and watched carefully at the location where the battle had been.
Seas of flames, flickering shadows. With just this much, there wouldnât have been enough danger. What he was truly wary of were the thunderclouds that appeared later.
After those thunderclouds appeared, the battle soon halted, and he lost the connection he once had.
âWhat the hell happened? Was there a mishap? Did the flames go out of control?â
Rather than the individuals who had wiped out the army of insects that had been sent out, he was more worried about the flame. If that flame took over, it would end everything. What would he have worked so hard for at that point?
âThe other three should have been watching as well. What are they up to? Are they rejoicing at my misfortune?â
His barely concealed fury almost erupted again, but he managed to calm himself down.
âIf the flames had taken over, I should have at least felt something. And even if they took over, the connection should still be maintained. Her flames donât have a fully formed will yet, so thereâs no way itâd be able to consciously cut me off.â
In the end, the man could only sigh in desperation and move away from his spot at the window. This study was his only safe place. It was the only place he could drop his facade and be himself.
The eyes within his palace couldnât penetrate it, since he had put years of effort into making it what it was.
And because of this, he had no reason to stop the single tear that fell from his eye.
âMy daughterâ¦I hope you are still alive. Even if you are in pain, I hope you can endure. You are all I have left in this world. If you dieâ¦I will make sure that the world dies with you, even if I have to sell my soul to do so.â