High-Class Mob

Chapter 140: Where’s the Sword

Chapter 140: Where’s the Sword

In the middle of sleeping, Colt felt his body to be burning. It was a different sensation when the Chick treated his body. It was scorching him, yet it was not.

Every muscle, every sinew, every fiber of his being felt like it was being morphed. His body hurt, twisting and turning on the bed, the pain lasted until Colt finally awoke at seven in the morning.

As his shot open, a repugnant smell entered his nose. His clothes were sticky, and as he looked on the bed, he saw stinky dark red blood sticking on the sheets.

‘Did I die and got reborn last night?’ with the amount of blood on the bed, Colt was surprised he was still alive.

He was panicking until someone confirmed his mashed thoughts, “Nya, nyam, nyan !”

“Assimilation with the Pearl, you say?” Colt said without turning to the voice.

Colt went to the bathroom and took a bath as Fluff continued its explanation. Colt found his hearing was far more acute than before he slept. He felt refreshed and lighter than before.

The Dragon Pearl was a mythical artifact gifted by the Goddesses to the Hellspawn Family’s barbarian Genesha, which was now Hellbane Family.

The Dragon Pearl draws out every bit of talent and potential from its possessor and then grants him or her some more. It was said that Genesha bored golden scales when the Dragon Pearl activated. It was also said that because of this Dragon Pearl, the Mythical Beasts failed to use the other Magical Beasts against them.

These were mere Myths of the past that were passed down by the people. No one actually witnessed the fight between Genesha and his companions against the Mythical Beast of the Land.

No one knew of the truth, that was except a cat.

“Nyan, mya, meow…”

Fluff explained the situation to Colt, it was the most basic of explanations, but thanks to it, Colt understood what the Dragon Pearl really was.

‘It is the Heart and Soul of the First Creation, the Golden Dragon. According to Fluff, this should grant me the strength and domination of the original Dragon.’ Colt was gleeful upon knowing of this news.

Colt got a fresh set of clothes, and as he finished changing, he finally searched for the two.

Turning his head towards the balcony, Colt…was befuddled. Questions arose in his mind. The sight he saw was too weird for him.

“Hey, Fluff, did anything happen?”

“Nya?”

“Nothing, really, just that…are you sure you’re okay? I’m worried.”

Colt thought that he had seen it all, but nothing trumps the thing that was happening before him. Fluff and the Chick did not change form or anything like that; it was just—Fluff was acting friendly towards the Chick.

‘I’ve only seen them fight…this is weird…’

Colt was honestly worried about Fluff’s current mental status.

As Fluff quietly looked at Colt, it merely continued petting the sleeping Chick, “Nya, meow, nya.”

“You’re in a good mood? Well, that mood is really nice then…” Colt trembled in fear, for he finally noticed that Fluff was speaking respectfully.

“Well, I’ll leave you be for now. I’ll have the Chefs prepared a feast for you as a reward for treating your sibling nicely, come see me later.”

“Nya.” Fluff merely shrugged him off. It even waved its paws impatiently as it looked at the window with a melancholic gaze. This cat looked like someone going through a midlife crisis.

Colt left the room, and he released a deep, deep.

‘I think I hit it too hard the last time we fought…damn, I feel bad now.’ Colt decided to treat Fluff better.

Colt was already bewildered by Fluff’s sudden shift in tone. However, the surprise shifts weren’t over as Sera approached him with a bright smile.

She was about to speak when she paused at the sight of Colt. Her Young Master was now somehow different from yesterday.

He underwent another transformation, which was what Sera thought. However, she just threw it away, for such thoughts were not that important; she then regained her bright disposition.

“Young Master, is something the matter? Can I do something for you and assist you?” Sera…sounded truly energetic to do her job.

Colt was taken aback, “Did something happ—Oh I get it now, you don’t have to act like that, I’m pretty sure the Second Prince already forgot about your words. Don’t worry, you’re in the clear.”

“Sigh, that’s a relief, good thing you have learned to manipulate even the Royals, Young Master. I’m amazed, I shall follow you for life.” A monotonous line came out of Sera’s mouth.

‘There’s my Butler.’ Colt was happy seeing Sera had returned to blasphemous self, “Shut it, I didn’t manipulate anyone. The conversation just went well. Enough of that, do you know what I have to do today?”

“Nothing, just the same as every other day. The people under our support had been fed by Butler Go. Oh, I think it is important to say this, the Master-Class Knights of the Second Prince had arrived to help with the feeding.”

“I did not expect that, are they not fearful that they’ll get infected?”

“Older Brother had posted his findings of the situation. He stated that Master-Class Masters are not affected for they have the Zara life energy in their body, and because Magical Beasts are not affected by the disease, all of them believed it, the Palace quickly sent out people to help our lack of people. Every infected had now been routed and are being taken care of by the Royal Family and us.

“Because of this, everyone is finding a light, and the support to the Crown Prince is soaring. The Second Prince is also being praised, but even if we combine the two, they cannot match your popularity, Young Master.” Sera said with a smug look.

“Yeah, let’s not be happy with that. Popularity is good, but having too much of it is not appreciated.” If the Royals became fearful of his popularity, then it would be his end.

‘I don’t want to end up being set up.’ This was also one reason why he wanted to have Trist rise up and become a new Hero. It should be so that he could match Colt, and then the Royals would overshadow Colt.

“Young Master, this is out of nowhere, but do you know why Master is searching for Avern? He’s oozing with killing intent since I met him earlier today.”

“Let it be, he’s acting like an overprotective Grandpa or Father, you don’t have to mind it.”

“Then…do you know if Avern…had stopped sending me letters? His letters had stopped arriving.”

‘Ehhhhh…this is entertaining as well.’ Colt found another pair of entertainment.

With a smug Colt, the two finally reached the dining area where he ate like a King. He didn’t spare any space that could be occupied with food. As Colt was voraciously devouring the food, Yrva waltzed in the dining area.

When he saw Colt, he too was surprised, ‘He changed.’

“Why don’t you eat with me, Sir Yrva?”

“I shall take you up on your offer, Young Master,” Yrva didn’t reject. Elves were naturally straightforward despite everything else. If someone offers them food, they would always accept unless the food was lacking to sustain the provider.

Colt watched as Yrva ate the prepared meat he was given. It was a big cut of meat, and Colt watched with an “oh” escaping him.

“Is something wrong, Young Master?”

“Forgive me, it seems like I have misconceptions with Elves. I thought everyone was like Vyra, eating only herbs and vegetables.” Colt stated.

Yrva swallowed before answering, “That is merely a misconception. Elves respect lives, and rejecting to be fed is a sign of discourtesy to the being that died to become food. We eat everything other than poisonous beings because we believe that they are the children of the One Evil. If we don’t eat animals, then it would be hard to sustain our way of living. Older sister is pregnant, only at this time does Elves avoids the consumption of meat.”

“Oh…” Colt did not know that.

And against popular belief, Elves were not vegetarians as they too eat all kinds of meat. They finished eating, and finally, Colt asked, “So, have you met with Vyra?”

“…I have not. I plan to do it later.”

“How about Jin? Did you meet him yet?”

“He had locked himself up, and only come out at night to check on Older Sister. He’s very hardworking.”

Colt finished devouring his food and cleaned his mouth, “Well, I want to watch it all transpire, but I don’t want to take the chances of infecting her. Good luck, Sir Yrva.”

Yrva nodded his head.

Colt had left with Sera, leaving Yrva alone to think. At around 9:00 am in the morning, Yrva finally came to terms with himself and went to meet with his older sister after so long.

They had a talk one on one without anyone’s presence. But from what the passing maids stated, it was a joyous reunion.

Colt spent time interacting with the people he took under his wings before leaving to somewhere when noon arrived.

“Where are we going, Young Master?”

Sera asked while reading through a letter she retrieved from Butler Go.

“It’s something good.”

The carriage he boarded stopped at a smithy called Astora Forgery.

The sound of hammer striking metal resounded in his ears, and as he entered, a flying edge flew towards him, which he caught with relative ease.

“Ferald, do you have my sword?”

Colt finally came to take the sword he asked to be forged.