Chapter 178: Eyes of Madness

Chapter 178: Eyes of Madness

Trying to comfort Delia would be futile; gestures like that meant nothing to someone like her. Instead, I opted to speak the truth. "Many people won't accept you as the clan head simply because you're a woman."

"Yeah, I know that. Do you have dementia or something?" Delia snarked. I disregarded her words; she was intoxicated, and I wouldn't take them to heart.

"But as long as you're strong enough, you can silence all those voices," I said, patting her head. She turned to look at me, and I noticed a dangerous glimmer in her crimson red eyes. Ignoring it for now, I continued, "Become even stronger than our fathers and the elders combined. Claim what is rightfully yours and obliterate anyone who stands in your way. You're my cousin, and I have complete faith in you. Show those old fools that messing with you won't be a walk in the park. Become so formidable that no one would dare utter a single word against you. Make them tremble in fear, afraid to even think ill of you!"New novel chapters are published on

A chill ran down my spine as the spark behind Delia's eyes flared and then settled into a chilling, empty stare. Her face turned emotionless, and a smile emerged, though it didn't reach her eyes. She appeared unsettling.

"Thank you," she said, startlingly calm.

"That's what family is for."

Her transformation from a mental breakdown to a calm calculative person worried me. Had I just unleashed something far more dangerous? Whatever it was, confronting her about it now wouldn't be wise. "By the way, if you ever need discreet financial assistance that the family isn't aware of, just give me a call."

"I have my own savings," she stated, preparing to walk away. But then, she looked back at me, her mind churning with thoughts. "By the way, the clan's plan was to marry you into the royal family and turn you into a puppet king by killing your relatives-in-law. Then, they wouldve killed your wife and made you marry the third wife candidate to form an alliance with the Raion Clan to take down the Kuro Clan, before eliminating the weakened Raion Clan. Father would become a special exorcist, you would follow suit, and our clan would rise to greatness. After that, well, I don't know the details."

What the fuck is wrong with my family? She just described multiple large-scale massacres!

I took a deep breath, trying to avoid doing something reckless. "Do I even want to know what they had planned for you?"

"Surprisingly, very little," she said, shrugging. "They had all their hopes pinned on you. You were the favorite child and all that, especially with all the stunts you pulled."

She continued, "Hey, at least you technically had a harem of women. Your father's original plan was to marry you off to as many people as possible and kill the wives when they had a child. That way, our clan's position would be secure with blood relations everywhere."

The Dark Sword Clan appeared to be led by individuals who were content with ruling over the ashes of what they would leave behind, as long as they were in charge.

I contemplated whether to go full-on Itachi on the clan, but a part of me hesitated, despite everything. Additionally, my survival was uncertain due to the barriers surrounding the clan's compound.

Just as she contemplated the Dark Sword Clan, someone placed a hand on Yara's shoulder.

"I spoke with the local Elite Exorcist. He will take charge from now on," Delia's voice rang out near Yara's ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Yara hadn't sensed anything! If it had been a knife, she would have been dead before she could react! Yara had traveled with Delia while escorting the princess. Though Delia was strong, she shouldn't have been able to sneak up on her so effortlessly!

Turning around, Yara looked into the devil's eyes. Delia's calm crimson gaze seemed inviting and almost friendly, but Yara could see through the act, directly observing Delia's Ord, which represented her true nature.

Yara's stomach churned, her legs weakened, and cold sweat dripped down her cheeks. It felt like she was staring into the embodiment of evil, as if Delia were some kind of royalty of vile viciousness... like a Queen of Killers Delia's Ord exuded such malevolence! As though she wanted to slaughter everyone present, although it would be inconvenient to do so! The intensity of her Ord felt boundless.

"Sure, thanks for keeping us company," the princess said, not noticing Delia's changes even as the devil smiled and gracefully walked away.

"Yara, are you okay? You're sweating profusely," the princess looked at her with concern.

Yara nodded. "Yeah, I might need a break from this party."

"I'll come with you. This party has already drained all my energy," the princess said as she followed Yara to the back of the mansion where the bathrooms were located. Here, there was no one else around, so Yara entered one of the bathrooms and vomited.

Amidst her vomiting, tears streamed down Yara's face. If she were to confront someone like that, she would never stand a chance! Just by looking at Delia, it felt as if she could dismember Yara and devour her while enjoying the spectacle.

She felt like she would go crazy if she had continued looking at Delia. The air in the bathroom felt heavy with the stench of fear and anxiety, mingling with the harsh scent of disinfectant. Yara's heart pounded in her chest, the rhythmic thumping reverberating in her ears like a war drum. The acrid stench of fear mingled with the floral fragrance of the princess's perfume, creating a disorienting mix of scents that assaulted her senses.

Delia's smile, as she walked away, had revealed a glimmer of something sinister. Yara couldn't help but remember the sharpness of her teeth, reminiscent of a predator hiding beneath a beautiful facade. It sent a shiver down her spine, as if she had caught a glimpse of the devil's true form.

Amidst her vomiting, tears streamed down Yara's face, blending with the cold sweat on her cheeks. She clutched the edges of her dress.

I stared madness itself in the eyes and lived to tell the tale