Chapter 333 The White Mask [Pt 1]

Chapter 333 The White Mask [Pt 1]

~VWUSH!~

Once Rey finished transporting Rebal and Kara to their respective destinations, he activated the secret lever hidden on one of the walls.

It instantly caused the ground to open, revealing stairs that led underground.

One would expect it to be eerily dark, but luminous stones brightened the path, allowing the stairs to give off a majestic aura.

"If anything happens to my Grand Elementals, I'll come after you right away." Rey assured Esme, to which she nodded.

He still didn't know what kind of expression she had under her mask, but he decided not to pry.

'We can talk about this after...'

"Thank you, Re—I mean, Sir Ralyks..." Usually, they would both chuckle at this, but not a single echo of laughter could be heard.

Only something akin to awkward silence loomed around.

"Later then."

Rey broke the silence and waved her farewell, to which she whispered her response.

He turned away, hearing how the Earth Elemental ventured into the underground area first, followed by Esme, and finally the Wind Elemental.

This formation allowed for maximum security on Esme's person.

'With that out of the way, it's about time I catch the final prey, huh?'

The honest truth was that Rey never lost sight of Scylla and her guard. In fact, he had intentionally delayed in dealing with them so he could see what they would do.

Sure enough, the bodyguard was a Spatial Magic user who teleported himself and his Mistress to a secure location—though still within the same building.

'Not that I didn't know he would do that...'

Even now, with his perception spread throughout the building, he could sense exactly where they were inside.

'It's about time.'

Clenching his fist in resolve, Rey's crimson eyes glowed beneath his black mask and he vanished from his position.

~VWUUSH!~

The world blurred as he was instantly greeted with the new area he would appear in.

Rey had already braced himself for the worst when teleporting. He expected to even be plunged straight into battle once he appeared in front of the enemy.

He had planned for traps and all sorts of preparations that his adversary would have set up in order to deal with him.

However...

'What the—?!'

... Even Rey never expected what he saw in the white and red room.

Scylla was standing about fifty meters from him, kneeling before the man in the white mask.

The moment he appeared, she turned to look at him, and he saw her wretched face—one filled with tears and melted makeup.

Black lines fell from her eyes, and a particularly horrified expression consumed her face. It was both perplexing and satisfying to see.

But, before Rey could fully savor or understand what he was witnessing, the next surprising thing happened.

~SWISH!~

Her head was sliced off her neck in one swift motion from the white masked guard.

'...?!'

There was a certain emotional detachment from the man who committed the act. His action was fluid, precise to the letter.

"W-what is the meaning of this? What's going on?"

Her question fell on deaf ears. Not only did the guard not answer her question, but he didn't seem to be paying any mind to her.

The confusion written on Scylla's face only got even more palpable by the second.

Her heart raced and a certain fear began to surface.

A fear that perhaps... she was not in control of the situation.

'No! No! No!'

"I command you by the Slave Crest to explain yourself."

No response.

"Release me!"

Nothing.

"Protect me!"

No word was given back.

Scylla wheezed as she looked at the man in the mask with shock and downright confusion.

None of this made any sense.

"W-why... isn't this working...?"

"You're quite the idiot." His voice suddenly echoed in the air, and for the first time since they arrived in the room, he looked straight into her eyes.

His glowing blue gaze caused her body to tremble in a feeling she could only associate with fear.

No... despair!

"You still haven't figured it out?"

Scylla didn't know what he was talking about. Figured what out? Who could possibly understand this paradoxical event?

He was her slave, yet not only was he not responding to her Slave Crest, but he was displaying abilities that she never knew existed.

The man before her was already beyond human when he was loyal to her, but with these new sets of Skills that he was displaying, she didn't know where to place him.

Scylla didn't understand him.

"W-who... are you...?"

Wasn't he her slave? Wasn't his name...?

'H-huh? His name? What is his name? What is... huh?'

As Scylla stared at the white mask with nothing short of stupefaction, the man behind it spoke.

"Who am I? Well... you're about to find out."

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[A/N]

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