Chapter 247: Music To My Ears

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"It was you, wasn't it! You are the one who killed Reiner," Grayson bellowed with a scowl on his face as he pointed at Apollo. Unlike the rest of his followers, Reiner was closer to an actual sibling to him. Hence, why Reiner acted without hesitation to ensure his safety.

Apollo looked at him and almost brushed him aside, but Grayson placed his hand on his chest, "You're not leaving here without answers. Tell me, it was you who mutilated his body like that, wasn't it? What kind of demented thoughts exist in that sick, twisted mind of yours. You think that injury is equal to Reiner's life?"

As Grayson continued, Apollo merely glanced down at his hand, "While your follower's end is unfortunate, it doesn't matter to me nor does it involve me. Additionally, who said it is up to you or me to determine what is equal or not? What if cultivation was someone's life, ending their path of ascension is synonymous with ending their life, is it not?

"So, tell me, how can you ascertain what is equal or not? This is just your subjective viewpoint. Now, take your hand off of me unless you don't want it anymore," Apollo answered with a dangerous glare while placing his hand on Grayson's wrist.

Before matters escalated to an uncontrollable level, Odessa intervened and pushed the two apart, "Enough! One major incident on the campus is more than enough. Besides, there is no proof linking Apollo to this, so until there is some, don't throw around false assumptions!"

Grayson clicked his tongue in annoyance, "There might not be any proof, but I know he is the culprit. Mark my words, I will make sure the truth comes to light." After his snarl, Grayson withdrew his arm and exited from the premises. 

Meanwhile, Apollo simply continued to walk towards the Spiritual Infirmary. From the corner of his eye, he watched as Grayson disappeared and smirked, 'Fool, continue to mark yourself for death. Touch me again and I promise your end will be even more painful than your little friend's.'

"It's like there is an issue surrounding you every day, just once. Once is all I ask for; don't get into trouble and allow me to have some peace!" Odessa screeched while pulling Apollo's ear.

When he saw this, Fuhrer chuckled, 'Young lad, it seems you have a nice one on your hands. She isn't scared to inflict damage upon you, you may just have met your match.'

In response, Apollo just blinked while staring at Odessa, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because you aggravate me! I also had other news to tell you but you are just far too aggravating!" Odessa continued to complain.

"Fine, I yield. I admit to my wrongdoings. Now tell me, what is this good news you speak of?" Apollo questioned while looking in her direction.

"Well, as I said before, I would have to get in contact with my aunt to find out whether or not she would be able to help him. I got my answer recently, when I told her that I managed to secure your partnership, she praised me. She also agreed to take a look at your cousin's injury," Odessa revealed. 

Upon hearing this, Apollo smiled, "That is good news indeed. I'll relay the message to him when I see him. Speaking of which, have either of you seen Aaron recently? He's been awfully quiet. Both Nadida and Odessa shook their heads.

'Hmm, it isn't like him to be so quiet. I'll have to check up on him,' Apollo thought to himself. It wasn't long before Apollo and the rest appeared in front of the Spiritual Infirmary. When they reached inside, they saw that Typhir's state had deteriorated even further. 

All of his veins seemed to be filled with magma that was currently searing his skin. The only reason he wasn't screaming in pain was due to the staff on hand healing his body. After all, injuries inflicted by Spirits were hard for humans to heal especially the type that Typhir suffered.

Throughout the whole experience, Apollo and the rest waited by Typhir's side. When the nurse stabilized his condition for the day, they left. Soon it was just the four, but when Typhir woke up, Apollo asked for just him and Typhir to remain inside. 

"Have you thought about what I said? Your current state is one full of pain isn't it?" Apollo questioned while pulling up a seat to Typhir's bedside.

"I have, but how would you even make that happen? I don't understand this part. Can you really correct this pain?" Typhir asked in return. 

In response, Apollo didn't say a word, he simply let his actions speak for him. Fuhrer appeared by Apollo's side and retracted his helmet. He bent over and examined Typhir's body closely, "It's a definite possibility. His physique is up to par, the question remains, is your Sin up to par? Can you sustain the process long enough?"

"I'll just have to try," Apollo remarked while exhaling.

"I will let you know now, this had never been accomplished by a demon in a Lesser State. At the very least, I have only seen a peak Greater Demon do so. However, because I am under a pact with you, I can't initiate the change," Fuhrer revealed.

Apollo nodded as he took in the information but it didn't hinder him from moving forward. But, Fuhrer then revealed a piece of information that shocked both Typhir and Apollo.

"He will have to die first. If he is dead, there is a higher chance of you turning him. This is the easiest bypass I can think of to cement the chance of his demonizing," Fuhrer said. 

However, what Fuhrer didn't know was that because Apollo gained a 4th level authority, the Demon Monarch System was capable of better assisting him. As a result, when Apollo thought of demonizing Typhir, a prompt appeared before his eyes.

〈System Alert! Due to your thoughts of acquiring your first controlled demon, the Demon Monarch System is judging their parameters.〉

As they waited, Apollo quietly stared at Typhir. Although the nurse tried to subdue the pain, Apollo could see signs of the injury becoming aggravated once again. Fortunately, the general judgment of the system didn't take long.

'Ding!'

〈System Alert! Your candidate syncs well with the Sin of Ira, furthermore, their body also shows signs of Superbia. As a result, a Demon Knight possessing dual Sin paths will be born. However, due to your Lesser Demon state, your creation won't and can't exceed your own power.〉

Upon reading this information, Apollo smiled, "This is music to my ears, I don't need to worry about finding the means to reverse your death. I now welcome you to demonhood."

Apollo extended his hand and placed it on top of Typhir's forehead. At that moment, the final prompt to start the change appeared before his very eyes.

〈System Alert! The process of Demonization is ready to begin. Do you wish to start the process? [Y/N]? W A R N I N G: Your Diabolic Heart of Wrath will serve as the source for your creation. As a result, your internal Ira may be depleted.〉

Naturally, Apollo didn't mind this. His Ira being depleted was simply a temporary situation. He could easily absorb Fragments of Sins to remedy it. Not to mention, there was also the Lucky Draw and the fact he could also visit Ashiraem which was submerged in Ira.

Without delay, Apollo accepted and Typhir's eyes widened in pain. Similar to Apollo, slits appeared on his wrist followed by two demonic symbols. However, if they looked closer, Apollo would realize that there were only 2 markings inside the symbol.

Regular demons didn't possess these markings. These markings held significance to the system as it was able to determine the extremity of a demon's potential and judge their paths without fail. Soon enough, once all of the blood was drained from Typhir, he fell unconscious, as his organs changed, new blood was produced as sustained his body. 

"Hoh?" Fuhrer chuckled before sniffing, "I like him, this creation of yours. He is perfect. On your next visit, bring him into Ashiraem, his body should be equipped enough to withstand it. Furthermore, there is a high chance he is an Iraym."

"Even if you didn't say this, I intended to so. After all, I'm one step closer to making that Household you talked about," Apollo said.

"Indeed, but there's still one issue, how will you explain the fact that he has recovered from this despair-ridden situation?" Fuhrer asked.

In response, Apollo smiled. He had already thought this through. All of a sudden, his countenance turned deathly pale and he muttered, "I have it all handled."