Strax walked calmly through the quiet mansion where he lived. He had left Monica to clean up, bid goodnight to Samira and Beatrice, and was now leisurely strolling through the corridors, lit only by the moonlight streaming through the windows.
"You're already here?" he questioned, sensing the presence of someone revealing themselves. Thanks to his eyes, he was acutely aware of any changes in mana in the environment. Even without looking directly, he could feel this shift, like a spatial sensor. "Quite competent," he remarked as the woman, dressed entirely in black, walked beside him.
"Our organization works with excellence. We must be respectful to a significant client like yourself, Master," Strax heard Cristine say. He didn't quite know how to respond, but he laughed. "I didn't think you'd call me 'master' so easily. I thought it would take longer," he said, and she retorted, "I am a faithful servant of God. I know my place in the world." After all, she truly served a god.
"What an interesting god... perhaps I should take his place? I would love for you to serve me as a god," Strax said, and a dagger appeared near his neck. "Stop speaking blasphemies about my lord," she said, her eyes briefly flashing red, as if one more word and he would lose his head. But Strax wasn't intimidated and grabbed the blade without hurting his hand.
"You've advanced," she noted, trying to withdraw the blade, but he held it firm. Previously, during sex with Monica, Strax had advanced thanks to his dual cultivation ability, reaching the Advanced Realm, and his system updated, adding Monica to his Harem set.
[Name: Strax Vorah
[Age: 18 years
[Cultivation: Supreme Cultivator of Advanced Stage
[Talent: Rare
[Race: Human
[Physique: Dragon-Demon (Advance Cultivation to unlock sealed powers)
[Level: 20
[HP: 385/385
[Vitality: 27
[Stamina: 20
[Strength: 25
[Agility: 20
[Intelligence: 18
[Defense: 25
[Unallocated Points: 0
"What is it, Cristine?" Strax's tone changed, becoming more demanding. If she was holding back information, it meant it involved someone close to him.
"Ah~" Cristine sighed before speaking again. "Political maneuvers involving marriages," she revealed. Strax's eyes widened in shock. "Don't tell me..."
"Your sister, Xenovia Vorah, is being considered for marriage into either a Ducal family or the Royal Family itself..." Cristine's words hit him like a dagger to the heart. "Who," Strax demanded, his voice cold. Cristine just shook her head. "The rumors came from the King's palace," she said.
"One of the princes?" Cristine nodded. "Xenovia..." he muttered, feeling notifications appear.
[You have started a new ACT parallel to the current ACT, missions have been updated]
[You have reached a significant moment in Xenovia Vorah's story]
[Consider your future, you have 10 days to decide Xenovia Vorah's fate]
Strax read the messages with a heavy heart, beginning to understand why Xenovia had summoned him and trained him so intensively.
"Do they want to constrain her?" Strax questioned aloud. "Do you want my honest opinion?" Cristine asked. Strax nodded. "They already know Xenovia will resist the marriage with all her might, but if it's a royal order, any refusal will be seen as treason."
"Of course... it's not just a matter of unequal interests. They want to reduce the threat of the Vorah family, even if it means turning the entire continent against us," Strax said. Cristine was terrified to disclose all this information, but then...
"HAHAHAHA!" Strax laughed so loudly it made Cristine jump in fright. "How can this man laugh at such a situation?!" she wondered, increasingly scared of him.
"Well, it's a pity that this will never happen. My Xenovia will never marry anyone; she belongs to me," he murmured, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "I'd love to see the King and my father destroy each other and this idiotic kingdom. Let them all die," Strax said, his words dripping with a thirst for blood that reached Cristine.
To a paladin, this would be blasphemy; to a knight, sheer folly. But to Cristine, it was perfect.
Cristine saw the glint of death in Strax's eyes. "Let them all die" resonated deeply within her. Her god was like this, the god of death she served.
"My Lord, Lord Thanatos... is he a gift from you? A gift from god?" she wondered, the bloodthirsty aura of Strax striking her as beautiful and poignant.
"Cristine? Cristine? Are you okay?" he said, and slowly the woman's gaze returned to reality, clearly quite... impacted by Strax.
"Y-yes, I'm fine... I was just... thinking about some things," she said, coming back to herself. "Anyway, tomorrow I'll talk to Xenovia about you and your organization. I'll tell her to release you all as part of our agreement," Strax said, and she nodded. "Now...
I have a question," he murmured.
"Why are you blushing? Are you hot? If you want, I can open the windows," Strax said, and Cristine completely broke down, "Uh? I-I mean, e-everything's fine! I'm fine!" She stammered. Strax looked at her with a dark smile, and she realized it, her heart racing as she stood up.
"I need to go! I have a lot of work ahead!!" She said and disappeared into the shadows of the dark room.
"Hehe, just talking about death made you react quite differently, didn't it..." he murmured, smiling in the darkness of the room.