Chapter 355 Like the attitude

Chapter 355 Like the attitude

"Well, well, well, what might be happening here?" said the hooded figure. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

It made sense that he was here, to be honest—the guardian of the mythical weapons.

"Aron's going through the Archon Form!" Vexa yelled, pointing toward Aron, who was writhing on the ground in pain.

I turned toward Falco. Even with his face covered, I could sense his panic as he immediately disappeared from my sight and reappeared beside Aron.

'Can I come now?' Blaze asked me telepathically, but I denied him, moving closer to the group.

"What is happening?" I feigned confusion.

Vexa jerked her face in my direction, surprised, but said nothing. Falco didn't even glance at me, his focus entirely on Aron.

"Ugh! Ugh! Fuck—!" Aron clutched his throat as if he were struggling to breathe, planting his feet firmly on the ground.

"Calm down, Prince, calm down!" Falco urged, pulling out something that looked like a potion from his spatial ring. He poured it onto the cracks forming on Aron's arms, but the moment it made contact, the potion immediately vaporized, emitting a foul smell.

Falco repeated the process, but it didn't seem to be working. Then, all of a sudden, Aron stopped moving.

"Dead?" I muttered, and it seemed like Falco heard me as he turned toward me. Vexa gave me a look too.

Aron's eyes were white as marbles as he lay there silently. Then, his face—all the deformities and gruesome scars—began to heal themselves. His newly healed face looked like a painting; the bastard was lucky with his looks.

"Haaa!!"

But the silence was short-lived. Immediately, Aron took a deep breath, and cracks appeared all over his body and face. The side of his face that had healed deteriorated again, and his painful screams made it clear that he was in excruciating pain.

He seems familiar with the fact that Vexa is a chosen one, and it's weird. In a single night, I've learned that there are more than one chosen ones, and obviously, they are of different gods.

"Umm, Sir Falco—" Vexa muttered, and I felt my heart stop for a second. Is she going to tell him about what happened between me and her?

"You have something to say?" Falco turned with Aron in his arms, who was sleeping like a princess.

Vexa hesitated for a second, her eyes landing on me. Is she going to tell Falco that I know about the existence of multiple gods and that she's a chosen one?

"Nothing." She kept her mouth shut.

Falco said a few things and left immediately, leaving me and Vexa alone.

"You don't snitch, huh," I muttered, but almost immediately, I sensed something. Leaning back a bit, I saw a thin ice sword slicing a strand of my hair.

"Tell me—" before Vexa could say anything, she was pinned down.

'I'm tired of hiding!' Blaze said as he pushed his weight on Vexa.

Smokeball, in his Winged Pardus form, pounced on her with his full weight, clawing her down to the ground.

"Release me, mutt!" Vexa snapped, and as quickly as he attacked, Smokeball was thrown off when she pushed herself up from the ground. But before she could turn to counter, he disappeared.

I stepped forward, channeling mana into my hands. I aimed to grab her by the throat, but before I could reach her, my palm met her ice sword, which she held vertically. The cold blade dug into my skin, but I formed a fireball right there.

"Why didn't you say anything to him?" I asked, the question random but something I was genuinely curious about.

Vexa seemed taken aback, but soon the cold, emotionless look returned to her face. "You all lie."

I like her attitude. I really do.