Chapter 603 Don’t Do Anything Reckless!

Chapter 598

"....."

Ray didn’t know how much time had passed, but during whatever time had gone by, he had spent most of it sitting in one spot, with his hands behind his back and his eyes fixed on the ceiling above.

He hadn’t done much.

However, he theorised that several hours must have passed.

Just how many? That was something he had no idea about.

’I wonder, though, do they hate me for what I did? Are they all okay?’ he mused, his legs still swaying from side to side.

«They will probably be angry.»

’Now, I need to know something.’

«What?»

’Give me a moment.’

With a tired sigh, he pushed himself off the ground and looked around the room, his brows knitted together.

"Oi! Lapdog, where are you?! I need to pee, damn it! Come conjure a bathroom for me or something!"

"...."

"I know you’re listening, so answer me! First Ones, I know I’m your prisoner, but at least treat me better than the humans you look down on.

"Those bastards kept me chained in a dark room with absolutely no light for an entire month. And though I appreciate the thought of lighting up this room, I still need to make it liveable if I’m going to spend the rest of my life here.

"You know, if I possibly get out of here, I could give this place a five-star ra—"

"Oh, for heaven’s sake. You speak too much."

Ray smiled.

"There you are, my lovely Messenger."

Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with Edd, who stood with his wrists disappearing into his robes.

"What do you want? I refuse to believe all those rants weren’t for a purpose."

"Oh? What makes you think I don’t just want a bathroom and a good bed to lie on? Maybe with a beautiful woman who is endowed in f—"

"Cut to the chase. What do you want? You’re not supposed to be here."

"Yet here you are."

"..."

"Should I leave?"

"Oh, no. After I’ve wasted all that saliva? Come on, bro. I just have some questions that have been bothering me, and I need them answered."

Edd’s brows drew closer.

"Thought you hated me?"

"I still do. But I want my questions answered."

Edd looked at him for a few moments before lifting three fingers into the air.

"I will only answer three of your questions, and you won’t see me for three months. No matter how much you rant, I won’t come. Deal?"

Ray’s lips widened into a smile.

"More than enough. At least I’ll be rid of your hateful face, which tempts me to give it a good makeover with my fists."

Edd didn’t give an audible reaction, but from the slight change in his posture, it was clear that the Tribrid was beginning to get under his skin.

Even so, he maintained his composure and waited for Ray to ask his first question.

"How long has it been now? How many days have passed since I got here?"

"Two days."

The Messenger then lowered one finger, leaving two in the air.

Ray thought for a few seconds, and then his gaze hardened with worry.

"Felix. He-He looked worried and didn’t want to go back for some reason. Yet you sent him back. Is there a reason for his reaction? I was hoping you would know since you said the Ce—"

"That’s because he is in trouble. Werewolves who aren’t authorised by the Alpha or even the council, yet still go to the human world without permission, will be executed."

"...."

"Wha—?!"

"Two questions down."

Ray’s heart skipped a beat, and his eyes widened in pure horror. However, that horror quickly transformed into undiluted anger as he stared at the Messenger before him.

"AND YOU SENT HIM BACK?! HOW COULD YOU?!"

Edd neither budged nor moved from his position.

"Shall I count that as your third question?"

Ray’s hands tightened into fists as he shot the Messenger a furious glare.

His head was spinning with frustration.

’Fe-Felix exe-executed? He—’

He swallowed hard at the thought of losing the annoying Werewolf.

His chest tightened as he was faced with an impossible decision.

He had intended to use the last question to find out about the rock that had given him his Tribrid powers and perhaps learn something about Elyon.

After all, he had promised to help his consciousness recover his lost memories and find out what had happened to them. But now... now?

How was he supposed to do that?

«Don’t worry. Bruce isn’t here, so he won’t bite. Use it for what you intend on doing. My memories can wait. Your friends can’t.»

Hearing Elyon’s words made the decision much easier as Ray lifted his head towards the Messenger.

"When? How long until Felix ge-gets executed?"

Edd thought for a few seconds, his eyes scanning the Tribrid before one eyebrow rose.

"Why do you want to know? It’s not like you can escape from here or possibly save him, so why?"

"You promised three questions, and I’m the questioner here, not you. So answer!" Ray’s eyes flashed with a hint of irritation.

Edd hesitated for a moment or two before shrugging.

"Too bad, I have no idea. The council will deliberate and decide when it is appropriate to deal with him. But considering his father is part of the council, he could plead for mercy on his behalf.

"Which is unlikely because he has a duty to fulfil. Typically, the Werewolves don’t let matters like this drag on for more than a month of mortal time. So, that should be it, I guess?"

And with that, the Celestial lowered his hand and turned to leave, leaving Ray with his head bowed and his teeth repeatedly grinding against each other.

"I hope I don’t see you again. Be a good prisoner and don’t do anything stupid that will force us to execute you before the Werewolf is sent to the gallows. Goodbye."

Edd vanished from the room, leaving Ray alone with his thoughts.

The Tribrid’s jaws clenched, and his fists tightened in frustration.

He didn’t even realise when he spun around and hammered his fist into the wall with all his might.

"Damn it! Damn it! Fuck you all!!!"