Chapter 494 A Burden Worth Bearing

Chapter 494 A Burden Worth Bearing

Northern observed Revant for a few seconds after speaking, the tender-looking Tyrant for a moment had a line of defiance laced upon his brows.

Then he breathed, closing his eyes for a moment and opening them before saying,

"Yes. I understand from the first moment I opened my eyes. You didn't need to get all defensive. But then, I understand that you..."

He looked at his hands as he continued.

"Even though I don't know so much about myself right now, I immediately know that I am a preeminent being. One whose power is imperious enough for you to feel fear."

He paused, bringing his face to Northern and staring with an almost blank expression, only a small smile lacing his lips.

After which he resumed, "I owe my life to you, my loyalty and obedience. I have peered into your head and determined that you have what it takes to be my master... for now."

Northern frowned at the last two words.

"What does that imply?" he inquired, disturbed.

"It means that should I attain a point where I can break free from you, I won't hesitate to do so. Except if even by then you are worth serving."

Northern curled a corner of his lips and let loose a smidge of a scoff.

"Then should I just get rid of you now?"

"That will mean you are scared of standing up to the challenge to be better. I do not threaten you. Right now, you are quite an astounding existence for a human. But in the end, you are only human. Should I have the power to not serve you, a human, I will not serve you."

"And if I'm a human far stronger than you could ever be by then?"

A small smile adorned Revant's face.

"I want to know your worth; that will make me decide whether to bear the unnecessary burden of keeping you."

Revant raised his face up to Northern; it was difficult to tell what he was thinking. His blue eyes were almost non-existent, reflecting nothing, showing no emotions.

But his tone was utterly submissive.

Northern did not like it, but he had no choice for now. He just had to decide that this is the one burden that he needed to carry, and it was pretty worth it; he was a Tyrant after all.

"I will indecently vanquish all your foes."

Northern looked at him blankly, "You have not gained enough respect from me to do that much. It seems some riffraff are about to be a bother; deal with them."

Northern hid a small wicked smile; every word, every act towards the tender Tyrant was intentional.

He watched Revant disappear into the embrace of the dark flames before also disappearing.

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A group of dark-clothed individuals landed on the ceiling of the auberge; they moved with so much stealthiness that the slate roof made no creaks as they moved on it.

More of them landed on the roof and slid down the wall of the building, with a refined and practiced finesse.

All of them, amounting to almost twelve, suddenly stopped as a black flame ignited on the roof and slowly died down, to reveal a young man in a black suit.

His suit was unconventional, something they had never seen; it had silver embroideries. His black hair was subtly fluttering in the midnight wind, and his blue eyes glared down at them with intense disgust.

He opened his hands; a blue flame began to flow out of it, forming a rose flower and gaining a refined shape that looked less like a flame.

Almost like the flame had gained physical form.

He raised the blue flower to his face, holding it by the stem, then he blew it.

"Scram."