Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 151

Davis headed to the place where he saw his so-called elder brother before with relaxed strides . He had various thoughts on how to deal with this situation but felt that it would be overstepping his bounds if he were to act harshly with the other party .

Arriving at that corridor, he saw Ernest still leaning beside that door .

'Let's test the waters . . . ' Davis thought to himself and approached him . He didn't want to needlessly offend this family member of his for no reason either .

Ernest resembled Davis a little bit, but not too much . He had short black hair reaching till his neck, his eyes were sapphire blue which sparkled like the blue ocean . His body looked slightly skinny on the outside, combined with his slightly ragged common but manly clothes, he looked like any average cultivator in the streets .

"Ernest, was it?" Davis asked with an indifferent expression .

Ernest had a complex expression on his face . He stopped leaning and sighed . Smirking with a mocking expression, he replied, "That's elder brother to you, little brother Davis . "

"Elder Brother Ernest . " Davis corrected himself without changing his expression .

Ernest was taken aback . He had a shocked expression on his face . He had lived like a commoner, so he knew that his expression and mocking words were more than enough to provoke even a wealthy rich kid into fighting him, but this little brother of his wasn't fazed at all .

He looked at his little brother with surprised eyes . After all, he had thought that this royal brother of his would be very arrogant . At least, that's what he understood from meeting with his little sister Clara, who was quite cold to him when they first met .

Davis smiled in his heart as he knew that his elder brother was also testing him . He couldn't care less about it .

"All I came to say is that you can live in this Royal Castle . I don't care about anything else, just don't plot or scheme against us, or else I can't guarantee that your life will belong to you . " Davis straightforwardly said with a cold tone, and by the time he ended his words, a faint soul pressure befell Ernest, heavily constricting his movements .

Ernest gulped and nodded involuntarily with the illusion of death looming over his body . He felt as if he fell into a quagmire of sorts which pressurised him into the depths of a pit .

After the invisible pressure was removed, he regained his movements and clenched his teeth as a wave of disappointment swept over his heart .

Disappointed at himself, he mentally uttered, 'Damn! I wanted to stand toe to toe with him! If I can't even do this, how can I even protect my mother in this place!?' But looking at his little brother's cold face, he shuddered slightly as he finally understood the power scale between them, 'That is my little brother?'

Ernest's idea of the Royal Family was that of a dog eat dog world . He didn't know that they were extremely united and caring, otherwise, he wouldn't be thinking 'I want to protect my mother' and the likes in front of his own 'family' .

Davis looked at Ernest's expression and decided that this show of power was enough for the latter to behave . He then proceeded towards the door near him .

Ernest's eyes widened as he grit his teeth and shouted while gathering his courage, "Stop! Where are you going!?"

Davis stopped and looked at him, "I'm going to pay respects to my mother-in-law . Do you have a problem?"

Ernest went speechless . He thought of a reason quickly, "You can't! Mother is sick and is current res . . . "

"Come on in Davis . . . " A voice sounded out from inside the room, causing Ernest to stop his speech .

Davis had a slight grin on his face after hearing his father's voice . Ernest hesitated but felt that it would be fine since his father was in there too .

Just before Davis entered, he glanced at him again and uttered, "Maybe you should pay a visit to my mother, the Empress, and clear away any misunderstandings that you might have caused . We are not your enemies after all . "

Davis then entered the room and closed it, leaving a dumbfounded Ernest, muttering to himself outside, 'Was I treating them as enemies?'

Inside the room, it was spacious and luxurious as any noble residence that could be found outside the Royal Castle .

A feeble beautiful figure sat in a resting position atop the bed . A pale face with a small nose and a dried up velvet lips, lifted up its eyes and glanced at Davis . It was Ernest's mother .

When she saw him, an unknown emotion popped up in her mind, causing her to look at Davis with a complex feeling in her heart .

Her long black hair reached till her waists while there were some strands of grey hair rooted upon her head . She looked sickly but her complexion and her body condition were gradually healing .

Looking at her sickly figure, Davis verified that his mother-in-law is indeed sick . He sighed in his heart and relaxed finally .

It was not because he saw her get healthy, but because he would soon leave and wouldn't know if these two newcomers would plot anything malicious in the future .

Comparing their cultivation levels with his own family, he knew that nothing would happen . But after Evelynn's incident, a vague kind of insecure feeling has taken root upon his heart, ultimately causing him to doubt everything he wasn't absolutely sure of .

"Father, what's the meaning of this!?" Davis questioned in a cold tone .

Logan sat beside her clenching his head with his palms . He lifted up his eyes and looked at Davis with a helpless expression, "You can say that she's my woman . . . and she just woke up yesterday from her treatment . "

The sickly figure's expression changed and a sweet weak smile emerged on her face as if she was quite happy to hear him acknowledge her .

"Then why do you look so helpless!?" Davis harrumphed in dissatisfaction, but inside he was laughing like hell . Screwing over his father is one of the things he liked to do so much .

"You know . . . It's your mother . . . She won't talk to me . " Saying that he looked at the sickly figure, "This woman, she is my responsibility . But Claire, she is . . . my love . . . "

Satisfied with his answer, Davis nodded his head but then shook, "What do you mean by this woman? Doesn't mother-in-law have a name?"