Chapter 139

The ambiance within the Underground Public sale Home was as dreary as ever.

The partitions glowed pink with sooty, oiled torches, and the screams that echoed all through had been in all probability the pastime of a disgruntled nobleman.

Mistreating their slaves, bought right here, or forcing them to be offered as a punishment for the oppression of their race.

These items had been frequent sufficient right here in Avilat that it was nearly insufferable.

‘It was dangerous sufficient within the sport…… but it surely’s many instances worse in actual life.’

With that thought, I go searching.

The mysteriously masked women and men filling the seats are dignitaries from the Arkheim Empire and different nations.

Each considered one of them has come right here for a similar factor: to satisfy their very own wishes.

Ecstasy.

That was the narcotic emotion that characterised the playing homes of japanese Avilat, and that drew fallen nobles to them like wealth moths to a flame.

‘It’s just like the satan.’

Mere mortals, extra so than anybody else.

I believed, trying on the nobleman seated close by.

My mind tingles. Vivid anger burned like a filament.

‘This sucks.’

After all, in case you had been to ask me if I, a person of [Steel Mentality], am this offended due to the insignificance of an merchandise on the public sale block, I’d say no.

Buying and selling in an artifact banned by the Empire?

It wasn’t that.

What I used to be taking a look at now was a shock.

-Allow us to go!

-I need to go… dwelling, please… I’ve a toddler…….

-That scumbag killed my spouse in entrance of me! I’ll curse you on my deathbed. You son of a bitch…!

The voices of the interesting slaves.

All of them are crying and screaming to go dwelling.

Some have been captured leaving their kids alone,

Some have misplaced their wives earlier than their eyes.

Others, maybe, have suffered another type of tragedy.

On this disgusting place, they purchase and promote folks to one another.

It’s exhausting to see how Internal Lunatic shouldn’t be an adult-oriented sport.

‘Nicely, the tragedy of this place isn’t instantly addressed within the sport, so in fact.’

On the time, it was only a minor scene in a brief script.

For a second, I recalled the phrases that had characterised Avilat in previous runs.

[Dark and damp. A strangely clean place, beyond the filthy alleyways, and deeper than that.

Water that has already rotted to the point of corruption, where a group of humans with all manner of lowly greed have congregated.

{TN: stagnant water rots}

If the word ‘depravity’ could be derived from anything, this place, the Avilat Gambling House, was certainly not lacking].

The outline itself was frankly easy. It was sufficient to seize the creativeness, but it surely didn’t converse to me intuitively.

It was an phantasm, not a actuality.

Now, nevertheless, it’s completely different.

All of the tragedies of Avilat are actual, and they’re being performed out earlier than my very eyes.

Disaster, tragedy, there are such a lot of phrases to explain it, however…….

[Heartbreak].

It was exhausting to discover a extra acceptable phrase.

I bowed my head and stared at my stock for a second.

All of the sudden, a voice got here from the mirror I had positioned inside.

It belonged to Gremory, in fact. She was fairly excited by the deep human feelings she was feeling for the primary time in ages.

‘……No surprise. This factor is a demon of honesty and heartbreak. In spite of everything, she feeds on the feelings of others.’

How many individuals actually know what it means to feed on feelings?

However right here in Internal Lunatic, the demons feed on emotion. It may be empowered by them alone. Chaos and the shaking of hierarchies. The breakdown of order.

Every part turns into demonic flesh and blood, corrupted magic that defiles the pure.

[Shut up. Piece of trash].

I muttered to it, intentionally channeling magic into the mirror.

Gremory.

Although she might have aligned herself with me, it doesn’t change the truth that she is a demon at coronary heart. She sought to destroy Kushan’s dynasty, to deliver down the dominion of Tahalin.

She has already killed numerous folks and contributed to their corruption. After all, even when it was Kramsar’s personal arbitrary resolution, she is accountable.

Due to this fact, I cannot enable her to go on a rampage, not less than not whereas she is with me.

I understand that even the facility to take action can be meaningless underneath the seal, however I believed I ought to make my intentions clear.

[If you open your mouth without my permission one more time, I’ll tear it out].

[…….]

Gremory shortly shut up.

“Garen, it’s been some time.”

“Sure. Mom. It’s been a very long time. Have you ever been at peace?”

The 2 conversing had been Garen, the primary son of the Reinhafer household, and his mom, Psylla.

They had been mom and son.

They had been assembly in secret, away from the presence of their patriarch, Theo. Not surprisingly, many of the issues they talked about weren’t issues he ought to hear.

“Theo, It appears to me, that he’s pondering of somebody aside from you as his successor.”

Psylla crossed her arms as she mentioned it. A blatant signal of displeasure.

It was a bit too sharp for her son, however the one in entrance of her took it in stride and bowed his head.

“Nox von Reinhafer… you imply the youngest?”

“Sure. The kid is rising by the ranks as soon as and for all. The Senate nonetheless appears to favor you, however it’s Theo who holds absolute energy in Home Reinhafer. You should not overlook that. The seven stars… their significance is past description.”

“……I’m sorry. Please move that on to my household.”

A slight softness lingered in Psylla’s tone, stung by Garen’s blunt phrases. The outer household he spoke of now.

For it was her family, Home Airel, which had not too long ago risen to prominence by the facility of Home Reinharbour.

Psylla von Airel.

That was the title Psylla had as soon as used earlier than she took her husband’s surname.

She deliberate to provide it her all, to develop her household even additional, to consolidate her place, and maybe even to take over Home Reinhafer.

What she wanted to perform this, in fact, was a reliable direct line.

A son of her personal, not a concubine, however a real spouse.

‘And an overwhelmingly gifted genius.’

So when Psylla appeared on the younger Garen, she thought she had gotten her want. Her son’s skills had been in no way missing compared to these of the opposite prodigies.

Naturally, with Theo stepping down, Garen would take the reins. My son will always remember the supportive household that helped him develop up.

Because of this, Home Airel will be capable of use Reinhafer to prosper.

However this expectation has not too long ago been shattered by a boy.

The one one within the household who shouldn’t be her personal son.

Worse but, a boy who is taken into account to be a genius past Garen’s years, and who not too long ago rose to prominence as the top of the Academy.

Nox von Reinhafer.

“How he abruptly gained a lot energy is past me. However with Home Airel on my aspect, it shouldn’t take lengthy.”

Psylla by no means trusted the boy’s skills.

There needed to be a motive my twins had fallen to him, she thought. The truth is, although she by no means mentioned it, she thought Theo was searching for the youngest.

The kid born to his second spouse, the one he actually cherished, not the one he’d married for energy.

Due to this fact, she believed he was blinded and favored Nox. These ideas had been not too long ago culminated in Theo’s passing on the Second Ceremony of the Supreme Black Sword to Nox.

Thus, Psylla has been slyly planting rumors among the many Senate and vassals currently.

That Theo shouldn’t be deciding on an inheritor in a traditional style.

He would quite have a duel and select between the eldest and the youngest.

Regardless of the age hole, there is no such thing as a assure that the youthful, extra proficient one will be capable of surpass Garen.

Throw in a touch of Knox’s previous assholery and also you’ve received a recipe for catastrophe.

…… However why?

‘Knox’s repute is rising, which is unusual. I believed the opposite maids and butlers had already been purchased off… Is there an uncommon faction inside the home that helps him?

Psylla didn’t know.

This was largely as a result of the truth that even my second son, Grainne, had sided with Knox.

She was a rascal within the maids’ circle, a woman with a pure expertise for gossip and scandal.

That Lorna de Nero had rather a lot to do with it.

“……At any fee, it is best to stick with the sword. Ultimately, you’ll need to battle the youngest, Knox, not less than as soon as, and also you’ll defeat him by a landslide. However…… we should win this battle convincingly, for we’ve extra to lose. Do you perceive?”

“I’ll maintain it in thoughts, don’t fear. Mom. Do you suppose I can’t deal with one of many youngest?”

Garen smirked.

The smile shortly pale, he thought.

A duel with Knox von Reinhaber?

Hopefully.

Now he would undergo catastrophe with yet another full defeat of his personal.

Snap his wings and produce him crashing down when he thought he was excessive.

When he does, he’ll now not have the power to rise.

Garen spoke once more, this time with a lighthearted greeting.

“All because the Archduke needs.”

How dare he insult a follower of the satan on Rineharbour Road. However the reply didn’t hit the air, it got here again by another person.

“……All issues are because the Archduke needs.”

And so it was.

Garen and Psylla, each religious worshippers of the satan.

They had been demons.

[1] : It could be Hymen however that’d be kinda bizarre.

Nicely that’s it for now. Thanks all in your help, it’s been kinda tough close to the tip. There might come a day once I overcome this psychological sickness and return. However till then I hope you all keep protected and comfortable.