Chapter 3073 Cruel Voices (Part 1)

Chapter 3073 Cruel Voices (Part 1)

"Aunt Scar?" A sad expression set on the Sekhmet's face as she looked at the young Vampire, as if she was contemplating the painting of a late friend instead of celebrating the reunion with a lost one. "Is everything okay?"

"Not really, but it will be."

"What's with your hair, this tent, and the village? Are you being punished?" Nyka asked.

"No, I'm not. Don't worry, child." Scarlett chuckled, a spark of her old self appeared and disappeared just as quickly. "I've cut and altered my hair for my mourning period. Before you ask, no one died. I'm mourning my old life." She said with a heavy sigh.

"The tent, instead, was my first task after receiving Salaark's Forgemastery lessons. I had to use my newfound powers and what she taught me to craft living quarters befitting of my size and treasures.

"It's a basic necessity for a Guardian. In the future, no place will be big enough to accommodate my real form and contain everything I'll possess. Unless I conquer a small state and kick out everyone else, of course." The Sekhmet laughed at her own joke.

"The only thing I don't understand is what you have against the village. I think it's lovely."

"It's small, Auntie. I have been to the Desert as Solus' guest and I've never seen a tribe with so few tents." Nyka didn't miss how the eyes of the Scorpicore became colder at the mention of her friend.

"Again, you can't look past the surface of things. You focus too much on how things are instead of how they will become. What if I told you that this village had barely twenty tents and no magical beast when Balkor was just a citizen of the Desert?

"That the number doubled once he became a Feather and then doubled again after he shared part of his legacy with the Overlord and received the title of Blood Magus? I've been assigned to the Forgotten Plume village to witness its growth and assist its people to the best of my abilities.

"Over thirty new tents have been raised since my arrival. Balkor teaches magic to his subjects and I help him with his duties. In turn, I'm learning about myself and the balance. About how to let people of different races grow fast enough to thrive but slow enough not to devour themselves."

"Mom, may the gods damn her stubbornness, might become a Lich and live forever as well. Vladion is one of the oldest creatures on Mogar yet he has not given up on anything. You are not grieving, you are just avoiding pain."

"You are being foolish, child." Scarlett stood up slowly. "Vampires are eternally young, but they die every day. What Liches have is no life. It's just a prison of their own making whose walls are made of toil and whose bars are crafted by dementia.

"Vladion is an even worse fool than you, child. He has bound himself to weak insects that will drag him down. He will surely Awaken his wife first, and when she starts becoming old, he'll offer her undeath.

"Whatever she chooses, Vladion will lose his wife. Either to death or to the side effects of his condition. He has endured them for so long that he considers them normal but they are not.

"Lysa will be crushed by the many limits of undeath, and even if she comes to accept her new form, it will take her centuries. By then, she won't be the same person anymore. The same will happen to Radusk, Vladion's beloved son.

"As for you, child, you are the closest thing to Baba Yaga's dream I've ever seen. You haven't been scarred by life because you've never endured it. We both know that as soon as you gain the full red blood core, you'll become human.

"You will give birth to yourself and regain your powers over time, since you are already Awakened. I wish you a long and happy life. A loving partner and as many children as you want. But I won't stand there and watch you die."

Scarlett's body tensed. She clenched her fists and her eyes turned watery.

"What about the other Guardians? They have plenty of friends, children-"

"Enough!" A wave of the Sekhmet's hand banished Nyka. "Bring Verhen here, Crevan. Tell him to be quick. My patience is short and I have no wish to play his stupid games."

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"...and lovers! They don't mope- Farm you, Aunt Scar, and find yourself a good healer to take the stick out of your alps!" Nyka appeared right beside Lith and Salaark, triggering Elysia's auto-correct.

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