Chapter 403 Meeting.



After talking with Tifania without reaching a suitable agreement for both, Alvine returned to the planet with Heepha.

He, without further delay, organized a meeting with his generals, captains, and the transcendent who were with him.

After hearing his orders, Shadow stopped training his troops and brought Luna with him.

Zakiel was with Darka, and finally, Greed accompanied Feyre, and Yasmine, as usual, melted into the mass.

As for Sabrina, she was at Alvine's side after the time spent in his shadow, something that had allowed her to calm down.

Seated in the large meeting room, which is none other than the throne room, they converted into a meeting room thanks to the round table and luxurious chairs placed around it.

Zakiel, Shadow, and Heepha had their captains standing behind them, namely, Darka, Luna, and Greed.

Yasmine and Feyre were sitting side by side between Shadow and Alvine.

And as for Alvine, the latter had Sabrina as guardian knight. It was the first time Sabrina was not sitting around a round table.

Alvine's eyes went through everyone in the meeting room and stopped on Yasmine.

"I'd like to start the meeting, but first of all, what are you doing here?" He asks Yasmine, who pretends not to have noticed his eyes on her.

Faced with Alvine's question, everyone is focusing on her.

Disturbed by so many eyes on her, her nervousness increased as silence reigned in the room.

Alvine frowns, showing his impatience through his sharp look. "You don't intend to answer me? So,

-Snap.

He slams his fingers, and a black gate appears above the table.

"...If you don't have an answer to my question, leave and don't come and disturb me anymore without a fixed and decisive goal." He continued the rest of his sentence, chasing Yasmine.

"..."

Silent, the others await her reaction to Alvine's words.

"Sigh." She gets up from the chair and looks at everyone before her eyes stop on Alvine. "I wouldn't go anywhere." Against all expectations, she gives this categorical refusal.

"!?" While everyone had eyes confused by her audacity, Shadow was not calm like the others.

-BAM!

"Hey, little girl! Are you deaf or suicidal!?" He asks in a dark mood.

But even if his anger affected Yasmine with his aura, she did not fail by his oppression.

"I'm not deaf, but I won't go anywhere!" She repeats herself without looking away at Alvine.

But Alvine was expressionless; he was still as calm as when he had chased her.

"Tsk, I'm tired of it," Shadow replied, casually waving his hand.

Simultaneously, a black hand, made of shadow, grabs Yasmine's body and drags her towards Alvine's portal.

But she didn't let herself go!

Shadow's shadow hand has become greyish, and a small five-meter territory surrounds her.

She looks at Shadow with hostile eyes. "You are the only one deaf in this room." Her hostile aura was like a spear stabbing Shadow.

But the latter had a macabre smile when he saw her resistance.

He did not get up from his chair made of shadows; he only waved his hand before his desolate aura made the whole thorn room tremble and broke Yasmine's aura and her territory simultaneously!

"Luna, take care of her." He orders Luna.

"At your orders, my general!" Barely finished pronouncing this sentence, Luna's silhouette vanished behind Shadow and instantly appeared before Yasmine.

Seeing Shadow’s arrogance, who dares to let his subordinate take care of her, and the confidence of this subordinate, who dares to face her, Yasmine laughs with aggressive eyes.

"Do you think I'm as weak as that!?" She retorted by showing two long gray whips in each of her hands.

Then, she looks at Luna with a macabre smile. "Bring you, little girl!" She roars with her milky white aura, but yet different from that of Reha.

As for Alvine, seeing that these two were going to fight,

He taps the table with his index finger!

Simultaneously,

-VRIIII!!

...The table gains in size, and a conical dome forms above them, the prisoners from the inside.

Feyre had a mischievous smile when she saw this.

'He has created a dimension of five hundred meters inside the shield he has just formed.' She couldn't help but whisper these words with mindful eyes as she looked at Luna and Yasmine’s miniature silhouettes.

'Instead of only the table, he shortened the two so they have more space to fight without being disturbed; he is more vicious than I imagined. So that's the power of a supreme being?' She continued with the same disbelief in her eyes.

"Good." At the same time, Alvine's voice diverts everyone's attention.

"I gathered you all here for a good reason."

"Wait, do you intend to leave this woman alone against an intermediate transcendent!?" Feyre asks suddenly with confused eyes.

But instead of answering her question, Alvine looks at Shadow.

"She won't even have 10 percent to win against Luna." He announces without hesitation.

"What!? This girl was barely as powerful as a primordial; how she...!" She stops in the middle of her sentence when she remembers a fact she had not yet noticed.

'Now that I think about it, these three were not as strong as when we came here. But they are all, without exception, endowed with a power that I cannot measure, especially this guy with green eyes.' She almost shouted out loud as she spoke to herself.

Her eyes were on Zakiel as she tried to judge the latter's power.

-Ugh!

But when she crosses the eyes of Zakiel, who also looks at her after feeling her intentions, which he describes as a lack of respect, her soul trembles fiercely, giving her chills in the bowels.

**Do not be tactless, and don't exceed the limits. You are still alive only because you are my lord’s guest. Otherwise, I will have killed you for this affront!**

Zakiel's roque voice rumbles in her mind, giving her dizziness.

'He's a... psychopath! A psychopath more dangerous than the others!' She stammered in her mind as she tried to regulate her already irregular breathing.

Seeing that the other troublemakers were also controlled, Alvine shook his head towards Zakiel, ordering the latter to stop.

"..." Even if Zakiel only nodded towards Alvine, the pressure Feyre felt mysteriously disappeared.

Her expression immediately calmed down, and her face regained color after feeling Zakiel's oppression vanish from her.

She then looks at Alvine with dark and dissatisfied eyes. "I didn't sign for that!"

"Feyre, we had not signed anything between us until now; don't forget." He answers calmly.

"But don't worry, we will clarify things during this meeting." He continues while briefly watching Luna's fight against Yasmine with disinterested eyes.

"Well, it's time to start; I'd like to say it that way. But there is always a guest who has not yet shown up." He retorted as his eyes shone slightly with a crimson-red glow.

-Crack!!

Simultaneously, the space cracks behind Feyre, and a female silhouette suddenly appears behind the latter.

...Tifania.

She was dragged out of the space that had just broken like transparent glass.

But strangely, only the captains and Feyre seemed surprised by her sudden appearance; Shadow, Heepha, and Zakiel were always calm as if they had noticed her presence instead.

Alvine's smile became sneaky as he showed her Yasmine's chair.

Understanding Alvine's invitation, she slams her tongue and sits on the only vacant chair in the room.

"Well, let me introduce Tifania, the first and current queen of the descendants of the stars. Before starting the meeting, I must list some important things for you, especially for both of you." He looks at Feyre and Tifania with implacable eyes.

He then continues after noticing their eyes shining with a decisive glow.

"First of all, I do not intend to ally with anyone; either you are with me under my orders, or you will leave here.

-Then tell me what you expect from me, and we will discuss it here and now; time has been running out for us." Throughout his words, he did not leave his eyes, the two he was addressing.

With a bit of silence, he begins with Feyre, whom he considers the easiest to manage of the two.

"Feyre, from what you told me rather, you wanted to conduct experiments on me, contemplate the world with my eyes, experience things with my heart, and touch things through my hands, right?"

Feyre's eyes widened with a strange surprise when she saw Alvine reformulate everything she had said in a single sentence.

"...Yes, that's right." She answers in a calm voice.

Alvine raises his eyebrows slightly and says: "In other words, do you just want to stay with me all the time to understand how I work?"

"Yes."

"...Sigh, it had to be said this way; your words had sown confusion in my mind." An ironic smile stands on his lips as he says these words.

"In short, are you sure that's all you want? By staying with us, the situation could lead you to certain death; are you well aware of it?"

Alvine's words made Feyre laugh. She then gets up calmly and looks at everyone, including Tifania she had just met.

"I'm a scientist; from as far as I can remember, I only had an interest in science. If you agree to leave your body, soul, and whole being at my disposal, I will do the same.

-As I said earlier at our first meeting, I will undertake to do everything possible to assist you with my acquaintances and everything else.

-Becoming a subordinate is not expensive for me. All that interests me is the truths of this world. Teach me everything you know, let me contemplate the fruit of your long years of life, and I will show you the power you have never seen before." Her smile was frightening, as Alvine expected, and her breathing became strange to make Tifania suspicious of her.

'She's crazy, this girl.' She couldn't help but whisper these words when she saw that Feyre was stranger than she imagined.

But unlike her, no one had an expression similar to hers, except Sabrina, who no longer knew if she should see Feyre as an ally.

But she preferred to let Alvine manage the situation in her way, knowing she had nothing more to teach him.

"Hehe, a power that I had not yet contemplated? It's interesting insofar as your words will not be too daring." Alvine couldn't help sneakily laughing when he saw the confidence in Feyre's eyes.

"Don't worry; I've already left you a taste in Master Greed's lab!" She rejoices in this sentence by looking towards Greed.

Confused by this, especially hearing her address Greed with this title, Alvine could not help looking at Greed with questioning eyes.

-Smirk.

He frowns when he sees Greed's proud and triumphant smile that nods to confirm Feyre's comments.

'What are these two lunatics up to exactly?' He didn't know if he should get excited or worry about seeing the two get along well.