Chapter 125: No Truth to Beckon

Chapter 125: No Truth to Beckon

Chapter 125

No Truth To Beckon

Sylas slashed his blade horizontally, easily cutting through yet another Ghoul. Within just fifteen minutes that he had been back, he'd already killed over thirty Ghouls, saving nearly a dozen people in the process. Agnes followed behind, strictly when he cleared the area, though, as they made their way toward the castle's center.

Unfortunately, they didnt encounter anyone who could talk--it was just Ghouls. Not even special Ghouls, just ordinary ones, ones that died in a single strike of his. It was boring and tiring, mowing them down. And yet, he had to check carefully as to not miss anything. If it was truly just the Ghouls, then it was pointless. He had no means of discovering who it was that effectively sicced the dead onto the castle.

Bit by bit, he began to pour his mounting anger into his strikes; they grew more violent, more archaic. There was no rhyme or reason to them, as though he had reverted to a beginner who simply swung the sword around, fueled by rage.

By the time he'd gotten to the castle's entrance, he'd killed over eighty, alleviating a lot of pressure from others and causing them to form small brigades to push back. Derrek and Valen waited at the entrance, both shocked and relieved when they saw him. Sylas cut down one last Ghoul that was nearby and sighed, walking over to the two.

What happened? he asked, glancing around. Though he helped, there were still many dead. Dead that the castle could not afford.

"I... I don't know," Derrek replied. "They just appeared, out of nowhere. Not from the north, though. They came... they came from the west."

West? Sylas asked, glancing toward the direction. What the fuck is west?

Mountains, Valen replied with a bitter smile. And more mountains.

Any bandit camps?

No.

... well, theres something, he said. When did they come?

A few hours ago. Where were you? Derrek asked.

Out and about, Sylas replied as Agnes joined them. Tsk. Uninterested in human matters my ass. That lying bitch. I swear, one day, Ill rip her throat out and fuck it into ashes.

... while Agnes blushed and looked away, Valen and Derrek looked at him quizzically.

Notice anything strange about them? Sylas asked.

No, Valen replied. From the looks of it, just ordinary Ghouls. Its not even a particularly strong invasion, but considering our circumstances...

West, huh? Sylas said, taking a swing from the gourd hanging from his belt. Looks like we aint restin, Angy.

Never call me Agny again, Agnes said. Besides, Agnes isnt even my name!

Well, you wouldnt tell me your name. Cant call you hey you and hey bitch anymore.

Haaah...

Youre heading out... again? Valen asked, the tone of his voice strange. Sylas looked down at the young, wheelchair-bound lad. Hed realized that he hadnt been spending a lot of time with them ever since Agnes and he started traversing outside the castle.

I went back beyond north, Sylas said.

H-huh?!!! both Derrek and Valen exclaimed in abhorrent shock.

Met with a leader or something, Sylas said. Learned a couple of things. Apparently, it aint them thats been sending the dead at us. I mean, yeah, its their dead, but theyre just loaning them out. Like mercenaries. If the dead came from the west, then we need to see whats west. If its just mountains, oh well. But if it aint... some heads will hang. Dont worry about anything, Sylas added. In time, everyone will pay their due. Lets go, he faced Agnes and hollered, immediately heading toward the castles exit.

Sit down and process them in a healthy and meaningful way?

Ignore the living shit out of them.

Gah, she gagged. Sylas! Seriously! Do you even want to become better? And here I thought you were making progress!

... I am, he glanced at her. But demons are scary, man.

... haah, she sighed, shaking her head. Whatever. This is just who you are. Theres no need to change, I dont think. I just wish... you were easier on yourself.

"You're easy enough one me for the both of us," he laughed. By now, the two had already made some way from the castle, entering a brief segment of woods before it spilled into the frigid, frozen, sky-piercing ring of mountains. "And I thank you for that. Honestly, sometimes I don't think you're even real, just something I made up to make myself feel better."

Nah, no way, she shook her head. Theres no way you had ever seen anyone as beautiful as me before, ergo, you would have never been able to conjure up someone as beautiful as me to follow you around.

...

...

Flawless logic.

I know.

I was being sarcastic.

I refuse to recognize sarcasm.

Never knew that was an option.

Well, now you do.

Haah, Sylas chuckled bitterly. Never a boring day with you, huh? Oh well, so be it. O ye the most beautiful, can you make us some wine? Im out.

Already? she looked at him. You have a problem.

Wrong. Problems.

Huh?

Not a problem, he explained. Many, many, many, many problems.

...

... wine?

No.

Please?

No, she refused. Nothing until tomorrow.

I will die.

No you wont, you big baby, she criticized. You might die if you keep chugging it down. Just leave everything to me. Ill make a proper man out of you yet!

... haah. Whatever. This is what I get for stoking your ego.