Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 8: 229: Precious (1)

Book 8: Chapter 229: Precious (1)

“How was your day?” Dyon smiled lightly toward the adorable little baby girl.

The little unnamed girl seemed to look cuter by the day. She wore her school uniform proudly, clumsily twirling with her navy-blue skirt and white collar shirt. She looked as though she was just coming back from a day of pre-school in the mortal world.

She began to excitedly tell Dyon about her mad adventures for the day.

“~~We painted with our fingers on a big big BIG white paper!~~”

The little girl stood to her tippy toes, reaching her small hands into the sky as though to reach for the stars above.

The faint blue, purple and red markings on her chubby little face and hidden underneath her fingernails made her tale all the more real.

She wove a story of deception and betrayal, not to mention excitement and enthrallment. Her speaking ability seemed to have skyrocketed over the past few months. Though her word choice was still simple and to the point, she rarely slurred her words any longer.

“~~I reeeaallllyyyyy wanted to paint with purple, but Lily wouldn’t let me have it. I asked Big Miss for more purple but she said she didn’t have anymore.~~”

Dyon felt his heart pang. ‘That damned Lily, how could she be so selfish?’ He furiously cursed in his heart.

If those of the tower quadrants saw the mighty True God Sacharro so enraptured by a little girl’s story, even to the point of cursing another little girl, their jaws would drop to the floor. Who knew the man so many of them feared actually had this side to him?

“~~But Little Precious is very smart!~~”

“Little Precious?”

“~~Mhm, mhm! That’s what momma calls me!~~”

Dyon smiled, nodding with satisfaction. What an accurate nickname for such an adorable little girl. Little Precious indeed. There probably wasn’t a better little girl around. Yup, yup. She was definitely the best.

“~~I saw that when blue invaded reds space, it made purple!~~” The little girl giggled, her laugh made it seem as though all the light in the world revolved around her.

“Ah! Little Precious is very smart!” Dyon grinned, feeling an irrational pride bloom in his chest.

He continued to listen to the little girl’s tales. She made something even as mundane as losing her crayon feel as though it was a tragedy. Whenever she was happy, Dyon was happy. Whenever she was sad, Dyon wanted to rip apart the bastard who made her feel that way even if that so-called bastard happened to still also be child.

The matters grew out of hand. It was to the point where Dyon ignored Eli’s visit for several hours at one point simply to finish listening to Little Precious’ story for the day. He should have probably remembered that the 11 month deadline he had in mind before he came here was approaching quickly, with 5 of the 11 having already passed, but he was lost in his own world.

**

At this moment, in the main hall of the Unblemished Castle, a small gathering was taking place.

If one looked from the outside, they’d be completely shocked. The very territory that Dyon had destroyed just months ago stood as though nothing had happened. This wasn’t as simple as them using the months that had passed to rebuild the area… No, it was truly as though nothing had happened. The castle, every blade of grass and herb, every mountain peak and valley dip, was identical to what Dyon came to find 5 months ago.

Rather than rebuilt… It was as though someone had reversed everything to its previous state.

Within this hall, eight individuals kneeled before a wide staircase of white, leading up to a throne. And on this throne, a beauty the likes of which the world had never seen sat… She was a beauty the world couldn’t see, a beauty the world didn’t deserve to see.

Her eyes seemed to hold the depths of the cosmos, shimmering with countless, endless stars. Her hair fell to her shoulders as though it was illusory, radiating a pure silver light despite being covered by a transparent, white laced headdress.

Her white gown was obscenely long, covering her legs and even descending down several of the wide staircases’ steps. But, what was most enrapturing was her perfectly sculpted features.

Smooth cherry lips, a small button nose, unblemished, soft skin… One could spend days, months, even years trying to describe just why her beauty was so enrapturing, yet still fail.

The was the leader of the Heaven’s Children, The Unblemished One.

“Mistress.” Aslan spoke from a kneeled position. “Your plan is working very well. Maura’s abilities are working out perfectly.”

Another beauty – though it was hard to call her as such before one of the Unblemished One’s caliber – with long cascading brown hair that almost bordered on red smiled.

“He’s wrapped around my finger. I’ve never seen a man of his caliber fall so quickly. His mind is exceptionally weak. It seems he has great cultivation talent, but that only barely covers up what he’s greatly lacking. With that level of mental fortitude, he’ll never become a Higher Existence in his entire lifetime.

“Even if we let him out now, as long as we leave ‘Little Precious’ around, he’ll follow her every word. He would probably kill his own wife if Little Precious said she didn’t like her.” Maura spoke with an undisguised disdain. “In just a few more months, as long as Little Precious asks to see Eli…”

The eight kneeling individuals smiled knowingly. Dyon truly was playing right into their hands.