Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 185: Damaris (3)

Zaire found himself gasping for breath, looking up at the sky. The light harrumph of the Princess let him know that Lyla had likely finally come out, but his vision was too blurred with pain to tell. In fact, Zaire’s intuition was correct.

Like a fairy, Lyla seemed to glide with her every step. Her sharp, elvin ears gave her an otherworldly feeling, the kind that made one believe she was of an origin much higher than themselves. Pink diamond hair fluttered behind her as similarly colored large, watery eyes seemed to smile toward the injured Zaire.

“Big brother, you should stop provoking Damaris so much. You know she doesn’t take too kindly to your entrances.” Her voice sounded as one might expect, light and airy almost as though it was a drug in and of itself.

Zaire snorted, but the pain of doing so reverberated through his cracked ribs. Still, with his abilities, they were rapidly healing. He’d be just fine in as little as ten minutes. Maybe it was because of this overpowered vitality of his that he was so masochistic. Like brother, like brother, one might think at this point.

Luckily, with Lyla by his side, this ten-minute healing timeframe was cut down drastically. It wasn’t that she had some hidden healing abilities, but rather that natural energy itself seemed to condense wherever she went. Because of her, Zaire had more energy to heal himself with and soon sat up as his vision cleared.

“I’ll never understand why you call him big brother,” Damaris said in a slight teasing tone, “I know quite well that you’re older than he is.”

Zaire blushed slightly, something those who had been trampled by him would faint at the sight of. The truth was that Lyla really was technically his elder sister. Back when they first met, Lyla was already 5 years old, but he was still not even 1 year old. It was just that he took advantage of his beast form to grow faster than she did.

He knew quite well that Lyla only continued to call him big brother for the sake of his ego. The reality was that the both of them only had one real brother.

However, Lyla didn’t see it that way. It was Zaire who protected her so often when she was too weak to do it herself. In that respect, he really was her big brother.

Damaris looked back and forth between this brother-sister pair. The truth was that she was curious about why Zaire had come. He was definitely acting differently than he usually did.

“We can’t tell you for now…” Lyla said softly. “Big brother doesn’t want to reveal the connection between him and us just yet.”

“Big brother?” Damaris blinked. “You have another big brother? Also, what did I say about reading my mind!” She continued in mock anger.

Lyla giggled. She had honed her True Empathy over the years, but she still accidentally read the minds of others subconsciously sometimes. It was a protective mechanism.

However, Damaris forgot her ‘anger’ very quickly, licking her lips in anticipation. “Don’t tell me you’re bringing me another man to beat up. Just thinking about it gets me excited.”

Anyone who saw this instantly understood why no one dared to take her prey. She really would turn on anyone who got in the way of her battles.

Lyla and Zaire looked at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“You two… Why are you laughing?” Damaris’ expression turned serious.

“If you can defeat my big brother,” Zaire said confidently, “I’ll call your Grandmother for the rest of my life!”

Even the usually sweet Lyla nodded seriously. It was only at that moment that Damaris understood the kind of place this big brother had in their hearts.

“Well, it’s not as though I would boast to being able to defeat anyone in existence. I’m sure if your big brother has a few hundred years of cultivation more than me or has long since become a dao formation expert, I’d have to concede defeat.” Damaris said without care.

“Big Brother is less than half your age.” Zaire quipped.

“Big Brother is also still a saint.” Lyla added with a slight smile.

Damaris’ lip twitched. Were these two ganging up to piss her off? Because if so, they were doing a great job. But, then she thought that even if Zaire would, Lyla would never…

“I see… To think you’d say a saint could defeat me, Ha…” Damaris’ battle intent soared, her body tensing in anger. “If this big brother of yours defeats me, then I’ll become your servant!”

Zaire’s eyes widened, a massive grin spreading on his face. “When you become my servant, you have to battle me whenever I want. No grumbling!”

Damaris snorted. Walking away without another word to leave the brother-sister pair alone. Since they had some serious matters to speak of, it wasn’t her place to stay any longer.

“A Princess for a maid.” Zaire’s grin only grew wider.

“Stop thinking about such perverted things.” Little Lyla tapped her big brother’s forehead after raising to the tips of her toes.

Zaire didn’t seem to care what images his little sister saw in his mind. He had grown quite shameless after growing up with a True Empath. One had to be, or else you’d never feel comfortable.

“What do you think we should do?” Zaire finally asked.

“I believe that brother left us here for a reason. Or else he would have contacted us as soon as the Celestial Deer Corner was opened…” Lyla said slowly.

Just as Zaire was about to respond, a beautiful voice sounded over Crystal Palace as a woman with valiant red hair appeared.

“My name is Amphorae Sacharro, I’ve come to challenge the elders of the Agios Clan… Please do me the honor of accepting.”