Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 6: 387: Seed (4)

Book 6: Chapter 387: Seed (4)

“You were right.” Dyon spoke, looking off into the distance.

Clara looked at the side of her husband’s face, still feeling uneasy on the inside. She could tell something had changed, and she didn’t think that she liked it.

From the last time she saw Dyon to now, it felt like he had suddenly become his stoic, emotionless father. But, Clara much preferred the carefree, goofy Dyon who could be arrogant yet caring at the same time.

Although Clara saw General Sacharro like an Uncle – in fact, that’s exactly what he was to her – she loved Dyon for very different reasons.

“Some survived. I’m not sure how long it will take to find them, though… My divine sense can’t reach out so far.”

“…” Clara knew that she should be happy, but she had little to no reaction to Dyon’s words.

Dyon sent a sideways glance over. “What are you pouting about? I’m just fine, aren’t I?”

“You’re not your dad, idiot.” Clara turned away, gliding off into the distance with Little Wind flying behind her. “I’ll go and find them. You still have some cocky celestial beasts to deal with.”

Dyon blinked, watching his wife almost swim through the air.

After a pause, he burst into a fit of laughter before coughing up another few mouthfuls of blood.

“Fuckin hell.”

**

“Aren’t you going to help your planet? It’s being attacked.” Giralda suddenly as the demon sage tower glided over and entered the gate that resided at Belmont Lake’s center.

She wore a light green dress, sitting on a comfortable couch with her little boy in her lap.

Dyon emotionlessly looked over toward the Belmont Holy Land.

In truth, he didn’t have any love lost with the martial world half of Earth. Even King Belmont who was relatively kindhearted in comparison to the rest still dared to test whether or not he was worthy of Madeleine.

Dyon didn’t care whether or not it was for the sake of some “greater good”. Elders of the martial world always seemed to want to find every reason other than themselves for why things weren’t going great.

Instead of figuring out how he himself could get more powerful, he was thinking of ways to marry Madeleine into his family for the sake of her primordial yin, regardless of her feelings.

In the end, Dyon turned out to be the far better candidate in comparison to Lionel Belmont, but what if he hadn’t been? Wouldn’t that supposedly kindhearted King Belmont have turned against him?

The whole thing disgusted him.

As for the fact King Belmont housed him while he was unconscious, so what? That was the least he could do after he saved their asses.

All of this said, Dyon wasn’t ignoring them just because of past anger.

“I’m injured and have less than 10% of my peak capabilities. Right now, I wouldn’t be able to beat the top generals of the attacking army.”

With his divine sense, there was nothing hidden for Dyon. Those below weren’t even qualified to notice that he had investigated them.

“Plus, I have other matters to attend to. The campaign months for Soul Rend Quadrant are in just a few days.”

Of course, there were other reasons Dyon wanted to ignore this situation for now. But, this was the most important point.

Before Dyon entered the Mystical World, there was about half a year until the campaign months of Soul Rend Quadrant. Although they had lowered the barrier to the essence level, there was no way the weak 98^th quadrant could defend against true geniuses without him.

Now that almost five months had passed, three of which he spent consolidating his soul, the time was rapidly coming up. Plus, the only way for him to heal himself in time was using the life energy dense atmosphere of the Mystical World.  

“I see…” Giralda said softly. “I didn’t say this to make you feel guilty, I just didn’t want you to think that you had to rush me off to my husband. Me and Little Ryuu have waited for a long time, we can wait a little longer if you have important things to handle.”

“Ryuu, huh…” Dyon turned back to glance at the little boy who had never said a word for as long as Dyon had known him.

“We can keep Giralda and Little Ryuu entertained.” Bella said with a bright smile, pinching the little boy’s cheeks along with Mia.

The two twin blue-eyed sisters had switched out of their nunnery robes, wearing beautiful, flowing dresses that Clara had made for them.

Back when their hair had been hidden under their head coverings, Dyon had assumed they were blond. But, they were actually a dense black at the top that faded away into a striking white nearer its edges.

Dyon smiled. “No worries. This is what I’d do anyway. But…”

Giralda shook her head, emitting a pride that made Dyon raise an eyebrow. “Thank you. I will repay you one day.”

Dyon wanted to tell her not to worry about it, but something about the look in Giralda’s eyes told him that his words would be useless.

“Just who are you?…” He couldn’t help but ask.

The dignity Giralda exuded was not normal by any stretch of the imagination.

Hearing Dyon’s question, Giralda smiled as her appearance began to change.

Her skin became smoother, her brown eyes flickered with a crystalline light even as her long black hair shimmered.

In a moment, her eyes became like two shining gems, translucent crystals shimmering in pinks and pale lavender. Her hair thinned, seemingly becoming a bright white before being overwhelmed by beautiful light blues and soothing cherry reds.

In that instant, she became one of the most beautiful women Dyon had ever seen, yet, somehow, she seemed like a beast just moment away from snapping its leash. The pressure she exuded made Dyon realize in that moment… In the state he was in… He had no chance of defeating her.

“Of this generation, I’m the eldest princess of the Agios Clan.” She said with a smile. “You probably don’t know us by that name, though. But, you have heard of the Crystal Dragon Clan, right?”