Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 58: You (1)

Dyon felt completely numb. He didn’t feel much of anything until he suddenly realized that two soft bodies had attached themselves to him.

He smiled slightly, his heart calming.

It was as they said. One didn’t realize what they had until it was gone. Dyon had never truly had a friend of this caliber in his lifetime. He simply couldn’t count Eli, their stations were too far apart. It was lonely when one stood at the top of the world.

This event reminded him that what he did have… he had to hold onto as tightly as he could.

His arms wrapped around Saru and Lilith’s small waists, breathing in their delicate scents. In that moment, he felt extremely comfortable.

“You two have gotten stronger.” Dyon said with a smile after a while.

Lilith looked up toward Dyon and grinned. “We ate all your heavenly herbs.”

Dyon’s lip twitched as he sent his senses into his Inner World. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of heartache when he saw that she wasn’t lying. His precious herbs…

Aside from three Empyrean Grade herbs, the rest were all gone. How could he not be left speechless?

“You didn’t think my dowry would be cheap, right?”

“… Dowries are supposed to be given by the bride’s family…” Dyon replied helplessly.

“You are my family!” Lilith’s smile widened pretending as though she didn’t understand.

Dyon coughed and shook his head. How was he supposed to reply to this?

Saru giggled, snuggling into his chest as though to pretend she was innocent in this matter. But, it was obvious she had taken just as much as Lilith had.

In the distance, the pressure on the Immortal Saints finally slowly alleviated. None of them understood how Saru and Lilith seemed completely unaffected, but they could only thank them for appearing. Or else who knew how long they would spend kneeling on the ground.

Crystella, despite her usual demeanor, couldn’t help but blush a pale red. Recalling the words she had spoke to Dyon before, speaking as though they were two of equivalent station, even her face wasn’t thick enough to completely disregard this.

Was she really worse than two mortal women, though?

She sized up Saru and Lilith for the first time and found that they truly weren’t inferior to her. Their features were no less beautiful. And, who was to tell if their battle prowess wasn’t as obscene as Dyon’s?

Was it even possible for mortals to be so gorgeous? What would they look like when they shed their mortal bodies, then?

“Alright, we’re done with this world.” Dyon said casually.

“Where do you want to go?” Saru asked.

“A place with a lot of resources.” Dyon said. “And one with an alchemy guild I can manipulate with this paperweight.”

“… Um!” Crystella voice called out.

It sounded completely unlike her, carrying an uncharacteristic nervousness.

“My Dark Flame bubble world is open to you…” She finally said.

Dyon shook his head. “Not interested –”

Dyon suddenly paused, his gaze training on the fan in Crystella’s hand. She had taken it out when the Dragon King appeared.

He extended a hand, ripping it from her control. It soared through the air and landed in his palm.

“… Where did you get this fan?” Dyon’s gaze narrowed.

Crystella blinked in shock. A warrior’s greatest taboo was losing their weapon, but she felt that she couldn’t even fight against Dyon’s will.

In addition, the pressure she felt beneath Dyon’s gaze made her shiver.

“It – It was given to me by my master.”

“…”

Dyon said nothing for a long while. Even Saru and Lilith were looking at him in confusion. Was there something important that they were missing? Still, they didn’t interrupt Dyon’s thoughts.

“Alright, I’ll come with you.” Dyon threw the fan back.

Crystella’s irises brightened at the sudden change. She had thought that there was no chance after Dyon’s first words. But, it seemed that something about her master had changed his mind? How was that possible? Her master… Well, it was suffice to say that there shouldn’t be anyone outside their Nightwell Clan who knew her, she was a great mystery to most of the Dark Flame world as well. And, only her grandfather knew the true extent of her strength.

She didn’t know where Dyon came from, but he must have been born on the Immortal Plane, right? If he had transcended, he would have an immortal body. At least that was what the norm informed her of.

However, her master was a rare Transcended. In addition, ever since she came to the Immortal Plane, she had never left their Dark Flame bubble world even after billions of years. By all rights, it was impossible for Dyon to know who she was, and even more impossible for him to recognize her through a fan.

Dyon, though, had already stopped paying attention to Crystella. He turned his thoughts back toward the Dragon King. Despite absorbing 3 Immortal Saints, he was still an Immortal Essence puppet. But this was only to be expected. How could normal Immortal Saints raise his battle strength?

Dyon sent the Dragon King into his Inner World. For now, he didn’t have the time to build a Death World. If he was going to do it, he wanted to do it right.