Monarch of Darkness, Arsene

Chapter 81: Murder of Isaella Asterion

"I know that we are in a war, but we need to flee right away," I solemnly declared.

"We cannot run," Richtor yelled, "What of the King? What of Asterion? I have given the oath to serve and protect this kingdom."

Foolish idiot, why are you so naive? Taking a deep breath, I suddenly felt Yura shake her head as she gripped my shoulder, "Richter, if you do not leave, Asterion will die within a few minutes. The Snow family is a major house connecting all around Pendragon. They will kill everyone just so that the Snow bloodline will die out."

Clenching his fist, small droplets of blood rippled from his palm as he turned his head. There was a shameful air as he looked away as if he was betraying Asterion.

Thank God I brought Yura. I have zero patients for such foolish behavior. " She is correct, Richtor. Justice is relative, and we are part demon. You need to make a choice either to leave or cause Asterion to burn to the ground."

Sending Grey a knowing look, I turned around, taking Yura's soft palm, leaving without a moment's hesitation. A cold hue flashed from my eyes as the rays of sunlight pierce into my crimson eyes.

"Shadow, detonate the other bombs in pendragon and Romga in two weeks. We need to escalate this war even more." I softly said as Yura turned towards me.

"I will set up a portal for them, but Arsene, I hope you understand. You cannot join your family as they flee." She bitterly warned, "This sounds like the work of Drar'ethiul, and he is a bastard through and through."

"C-can you protect them?" I hopefully asked, thinking of mother and father.

"All I can do is give them safe passage, but only a few can join Arsene. My family will only accept a maybe three or four," said Yura as she turned her head away in shame.

Smiling, I patted her head, "Thank you. I know you will do all you can."

"Y-your not mad?" She questioned with teary eyes.

"Mad? Hell No! it's not like this is your fault?" I explained, yet I could see a painful glow flash through her amethyst eyes.

"Arsene, wait up!" A deep shout suddenly called.

Richer had a poor expression as he gripped my shoulder, "You cannot leave."

Frowning, I looked up as hundreds of soldiers rush through the gates of the Snow estate surrounding Yura and me with a menacing aura. Taking the lead stood a tall, bewitchingly blonde woman as she eyed me up and down with a scrutinizing glare. "Inquisitor, we would like you to come with us."

Is she on drugs...does weed even exist here in Asterion? "I will have to pass, but you can schedule a meeting with me for this week." I coldly replied, smelling something fishy was going on.

The Title of Inquisitor meant I could act freely within Pendragon. We had the right to investigate anyone, even the king himself. It was a powerful title, comparable to that of a marquess or low-rank duke. For a mere soldier to demand that I follow them was odd, not to mention such a low-grade soldier.

"Inquisitor, please, I insist. T..."

"I don't care," I abruptly yell, demonic light shimmering from my body," You can fuck off, now."

"Flay, why bother arguing with him?" an earth realm solder yelled off to the side, "We have our orders."

"Arsene, please don't..."

Richter had not even finished as my body faded. By the time these soldiers had appeared, I had already created a clone. Appearing from the very shadows of the foolish soldier who spoke, my arm already piercing through his spine, ruthlessly ripping it from his back.

Blood splattered over my face as my other palm slapped the back of his head, painting the pavement with the soldier's skull. Brain mater showered the scene as his eyeball flew along with a few teeth within Flays crossed arms. Instantly, the entire squad of soldiers drew their weapons as bloodlust filled the area. With a sadistic smile, I gazed at the shivering Flay with a tinge of disdain, "You have one chance. What is this about, or die like this fool."

My time within the World of Drar'ethiul was not wasted. I was not a human anymore, but a variant of both demon and Devil. Unless they were skill, killing low-grade earth realm masters was as simple as frying me some Isaella Bacon.

Scowling with contempt, I tossed the soldier's spine from my hand as his body began releasing a disgusting odor, still twitching on the ground as if he was still alive. Flay suddenly covered her mouth as tears ran from her eyes, "Greg...Big -Big Brother," she wailed as Greg's eyeball fell to the pavement finding its position oddly enough, staring back up at her.

"Speak, girl," I commanded a she fell to her knees, gripping her headless brother's body. Realizing I was getting nowhere, killing intent began to rise as the void shook. Stepping out stood an elderly man with square-like eyes.

"Is this your doing, Selma?" I coldly questioned, " If you wanted me, why did you send soldiers? More so of this level of skill and intelligence? "

It must have been due to my senses, but Selma's face warped as I felt killing intent filled his gaze. Nevertheless, just as I was going to speak, Flay's head flew high in the air as Yura stepped out with a cold face glaring at Selma.

"You had better had a good reason for this, Selma? Not only did they interrupt an Inquisitor but a Royal who he was accompanying," She blatantly announced.

"My apologies, but it wasn't supposed to go down like this...

"But it did. Why are you here, Selma?" Yura questioned with a royal decorum. Her gaze was filled with contempt and disgust as the rays of sunlight traced her dark silk-like hair. Dark clouds could be seen within her gaze as she awaited his response.

It may not just be me, but as Yura spoke, I felt a heavy pressure on my soul, causing both Richter and Selma to lower their heads as if they were listening to the words of the king himself.

"Isaella Asterion is dead, and Arsene Snow is the prime suspect," said Selma causing a burst of wicked laughter to echo out.

"Do you wish me to take your head, Selma?" asked Yura as she traced her bloodied sword with her index finger. "Are you telling me Arsene was capable of killing a Heavenly Transformation Master? More so Isaella Asterion, a woman that was said to be stronger than the king?"

A cold chill ran through my mind as sweat grew from my back. I did not think much of Isaella Asterion's death, as it served no purpose. If whoever killed her wanted me dead, I would be dead, but hearing Yura's words had me guessing. It finally made sense as to why my formation had no effect on that woman that night.

Lowering his head, Selma visibly gulped as he turned towards Grey and Salazar, who had just appeared. A sinister glow radiating from their bodies as Grey stepped forward. "Putting that aside, who allowed you to enter the Snow Estate with soldiers?"

Selma didn't seem even to bother to answer as Yura royal Aura seem to surpass the king himself exploded out, causing everyone to gasp. "I am waiting, Selma." she coldly declared.

"My lady its was due to finding Arsene's Aura on Isaella severed head. We..."

"Arsene, can you show everyone your Aura" Yura demanded, leaving me no room to refuse.

Smiling Demonic Qi arose like a flood bringing a hollow feeling of death around, "Was this the Aura you felt?" I asked, laughing. I had covered all my bases regarding disposing of Isaella. While I could have just hidden her body in the Ring of Bael, I needed Asterion to know that they had lost a heavenly ranked master...Well, I guess it's a heavenly Transformation Master.

Selma's face grew pale as Yura giggled, "Arsene had experienced a great change in that hell we escaped from, but no one but our team would know that. So tell me, Selma is this the Aura that was on Isaella's cold body?"

"No," Selma weakly replied.

"Oh, then what do you think that means. To me, it sounds like you tried to frame...

"I would never, my lady," Selam blustered out in panic, sweat falling from his elderly body like streams, " I-I-I was merely following Marquess Hunts lead?" He yelled, obviously pushing blame on someone else.

"Then bring me his head next time we meet...And don't you dare interrupt me again. Where it not for this war, I would have taken that little head of yours." Yura stated, pulling me away by hand. "I will be awaiting it very soon, Selma."

"Holy Shit, You're a badass," I muttered, gazing in amazement at Yura, who was struggling not to laugh. A mischievous grin masking her face as she sent me a lovable wink

"That was fun,"