Evolution of the Ruined Heir

Chapter 301: Fleshling

The Sutrex mansion was a sight to behold.

It was massive, with roofs reaching into the heavens. The walls were platted with sleek materials that glimmered under the silver moonlight.

A long red carpet had been laid out in front, reaching the entrance of the mansion.

Malakai held a flushed Nyx gently by her arm, walking with the grace of a gentleman.

They had both dyed the color of their hair. Even if they’d resolved to change their faces, the blood crimson hair just had a way of drawing the attention of the masses, and tonight, the less attention they drew, the better.

He glanced around. They were the sole people walking on the red carpet. According to Whiteshade, the party had commenced more than an hour ago.

The Sutrex were not small in the city of Sylvastein. They were a family of blacksmiths, and as one of the leading people in charge of creating weapons, their influence had spread. The least an invited guest could do was arrive early.

They soon reached the entrance, where Malakai caught sight of two guards moving to stop them.

“They’re my guests.”

The instant they sighted Whiteshade, their expressions hardened. They glanced at each other before one of them turned to address him.

“Third Fleshling.” He bowed and greeted, but before he could continue, Whiteshade cut in.

“I don’t give a crap whatever order that useless piece of shit has given you.” Whiteshade’s eyes were cold, and he mustered enough confidence to sound commanding. “If you have any intention of standing in the way of a Fleshling, you alone will bear the consequences.”

The expressions of both guards twisted. They glanced at one another again, unsure of what to do.

The worst thing that could happen to a guard was being put in the middle of fights between direct descendants. It always ended in said guard’s death.

The First Fleshling had instructed them to deny the Third entry when he came, and the guard had been hoping he wouldn’t show. He was known for skipping things like this anyway.

Now, what were they supposed to do? Whiteshade didn’t wait for them to figure it out. He gestured towards Malakai and Nyx, and they walked into the mansion, neither of the guards able to lay hands on them.

They walked through a long hallway and eventually reached a double door at its end.

“Get ready. It’s loud.”

Malakai recalled his time at the Redmaw and nodded. Whiteshade opened the door, and a wave of noise hit them a moment later.

They stepped through the door, their attention momentarily taken by the bustling party.

The party was taking place in an open courtyard in the middle of the mansion. The music was loud, and the lights bright.

There was an open large stage in the middle where people danced, and others mingled around.

“Welcome to my hell,” Whiteshade whispered. He seemed to deflate the instant they set foot inside the mansion.

But Malakai didn’t act like he heard him. Instead, he searched for the target. It didn’t take long to find him.

The clan head of the Sutrex was a massive man. He was seated on a throne at the other side of the court, on a platform even higher than the dancing stage.

Just below him were other younger looking Sutrexes.

“My uncles and aunts,” Whiteshade whispered.

Below them were a few other seats, with most of them empty. But from the age of the one there, Malakai could discern that it was the spot of the Fleshling of the clan.

Malakai burned the clan head’s face into memory before removing his gaze so as not to arouse suspicion.

If their arrival had been noticed, neither of them could see it. The loud noise and bright lights made that impossible.

“Let’s blend with the crowd,” Malakai said to Nyx, about to move when he caught sight of someone approaching them.

Seeing Whiteshade’s twisted face was all Malakai needed to realize that it was bad news.

“Legan. I’m surprised to see you here,” the man said with a smile. He was taller and broader than Whiteshade, and from his Synergy Stage aura, obviously more talented.

“Of course you are.” Whiteshade’s eyes were cold, voice colder. “No thanks to you.”

“I see my little gift at the door wasn’t well delivered. I apologize, I’ll see to it that those incompetent fools get what they deserve.” The man didn’t lose his smile, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice.

“The only incompetent one here is you. If you weren’t such a cow—”

“I see you’ve brought guests.” The First Fleshling finally turned towards Malakai and Nyx, scrutinizing them.

“And who might you be?”

“A guest.”

The First Fleshling was taken aback, and he had to subtly gesture to his guard behind him not to cut down Malakai immediately.

The First Fleshling regarded Malakai once more. He still held his smile, but the countless twitches made it obvious that he was far from happy.

As he scanned Malakai’s face and Nyx’s, a frown replaced the smile.

He had made it a necessity to memorize the faces of every important person in their city. Even people from lower clans didn’t escape this.

But he’d just filtered through his memories and couldn’t place Malakai or Nyx’s face with any of them. Which meant, they were nobodies.

A nobody had addressed him in such a way…

“Yo—”

“Do you really want to cause a commotion here?”

Before the First Fleshling could speak, Whiteshade cut in, gesturing towards the party and then their father. Many from the crowd were already looking their way.

The First Fleshling let out a breath and turned to Whiteshade. “You always have the talent of carrying trash wherever you go. I will see you later, third cousin.”

Malakai didn’t miss the glare from the man and his guard as they walked away, but he paid it no heed.

“He’s going to send people to kill you both afterwards,” Whiteshade whispered and wasn’t surprised when Malakai remained unfazed.

What was a Fleshling of the Sutrex compared to a Vein of the Sanguine? The former was an ant in comparison.