The Villain's Story

Arken stared at the item within the box with a questionable gaze.

It was a vial filled with a red liquid. The Vial seemed to be made of quite durable glass and was also quite fancy, And had a Gold cork.

Arken felt a strange power from that Vial.

“Please appraise it for yourself, Sword Saint Arken Miller.”

The hooded individual spoke. It was a girl.

Arken heard the voice of a Girl. He had an absurd thought but dismissed it.

He appraised the Vile with his own eyes, using his Special Skill [Eye of the Saint.]

[Item: Bottle containing the Bloodline of the Mist hunting Bladewolf

Rank:SS+

DESCRIPTION: A bottle containing the Bloodline of the SSS rank beast Mist Hunting Bladewolf. Upon accepting the bloodline, it will integrate itself into the user. It will grant the user the abilities of the Mist Blade Wolf.] .𝘤𝘰𝑚

“Please read this as well Sir Sword Saint.”

Said the girl, as she displayed the Image of the Beast itself.

A 3D image of the Blade Wolf appeared. It was a 10-meter large wolf with Grey, silver fur, and also a bladed horn that was 2 meters long and a 5-meter-long bladed tail.

She also displayed the description of the beast for Arken to read.

[The Mist Blade Wolf, an SS+ rank beast of legendary proportions, casts an intimidating shadow over its adversaries. Standing an astonishing 10 meters tall, this towering creature is a formidable force to reckon with.

Its most distinctive feature is its razor-sharp horn, spanning an impressive 2 meters in length. This formidable weapon is capable of cleaving through solid objects, leaving behind a trail of devastation in its wake. Gleaming in an ethereal glow, the bladed horn is a testament to the inescapable danger that the Mist Blade Wolf embodies.

The beast’s mighty frame is further accentuated by its lethal tail, measuring a staggering 5 meters in length. Encased in a fearsome armor-like structure, the tail is adorned with razor-edged blades that seemingly emanate from its core. As the Mist Blade Wolf swings its tail, it creates a deadly whirlwind of destruction, able to carve through anything unfortunate enough to be caught in its path.

Cloaked in an enigmatic veil of mist, the Mist Blade Wolf possesses unparalleled stealth capabilities. This cunning predator blends seamlessly with its surroundings, making it nearly impossible to detect until it pounces on its unsuspecting prey. These adaptations, combined with its immense size and weaponry, make the Mist Blade Wolf a supremely lethal opponent on the battlefield.

Beware the Mist Blade Wolf, for its ferocity knows no bounds. Its towering presence, bladed horn, and tail instill terror as it leaves behind only destruction and devastation. No creature can match its deadly combination of size, stealth, and weaponry, solidifying its reputation as an elite SS+ rank beast of unparalleled power.]

“Why are you showing me this?”

Questioned Arken, as he held the Vial.

“Haven’t you hit a wall master Arken?”

Morgana said, her voice containing a seductive and enchanting tone.

“The limits of Humanity. The limits of this pathetic race.”

“…”

Arken remained silent. It was true.

He had hit the wall. The unsurpassable wall. He couldn’t advance to the next tier despite so much time had passed. Maybe it was the limit of the Human race of his talent.

“The Mist Blade wolf may have that SS+ rank. But its race potential is limitless. Like most beasts.”

Each beast that could go above SS rank had limitless potential. It only depended on effort and time. However, who knew humans could do this as well? Arken was the highest-ranked human alive. So it was rather unknown if this was the limit or not.

“Please accept it and join us. Your disciples will be given the best treatment along with you. The demons are willing to forget the past if you turn into a demon and take the bloodline, sir Arken.”

“We will give you time to think about it.”

Said Morgana politely as she placed her hand above her breasts and bowed.

The hooded girl also bowed.

“Did you think I would accept something from a woman who ambushed me and disrespects her race? The woman who abandoned her own family for power and fucked disgusting demons? The woman who abandoned her race?”

Derogated Arken Angrily.

“Of course. No one is born with talent like you.”

Morgana rebutted. People had to resort to something to gain Power.

Morgana was not talentless. She had her circumstances.

“But I would appreciate it if you didn’t belittle my Husband.”

“Husband?”

“Take off your hood Lily.”

Arken eyes widened as the hooded girl unveiled herself…

It was as if he was looking at a little Morgana…just without the scar and Demon horns.

“…”

You know who the father of the Child is after all”

“Get out of my fucking sight. Before I send you both to him.”

Arken released his pressure. He talked.

“It would be my pleasure.

Also, I will visit again. I want to see what your disciples can do.”

This was the limit of his patience.

The very demon that led the attack on him. An Archduke…that child was his spawn.

He felt an indescribable anger surge within him.

“Please Sir Arken. Calm yourself.”

Said, Morgana. Before she left with a few parting words.

“Please consider our proposal. I will talk to you in a while. Sword Saint.”

And with that, she left.

Arken gazed at the Vial, before returning to the cave himself. Angry.

*******

[Obelisk Headquarters]

“That was dangerous, Mother.”

Lilith Cardevros, said as she walked alongside her mother in the dark hallways of the Obelisk. Morgana said.

“He’s not the kind of man to do that.”

“Surprising.”

Indeed, Arken was not the kind of man to kill for no reason.

The reason she took Lilith with her was so she would be safe. That was the only reason…

Arken would not kill the child’s mother in front of the child. He was a man of discipline and morals.

That was a flaw, but also a quality worthy of Respect.

“Go to your room and train more. You’re weaker than your siblings. I have to meet your father.”

She dismissed her daughter. Lilith, before leaving requested.

“May I see Father?”

Morgana laughed.

“Don’t overstep your limits and go to your room.”

Lilith bowed down.

“Yes.”

She expected this response.

It had happened every time without fail.

She was just too weak to even grave the presence of her father before he erased her pitiful existence.

She quietly went to her room. To train. The only thing she did since her birth.

That was her purpose, that was her reason for existence. To be strong. To be worthy of being called ‘his’ child.

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