Maybe... Rage isn't the only thing Strax is feeling right now... Well, at least not just that. He's livid.
For a while now, he's been feeling strange. The problems he created and solved weren't enough; he was harboring a fury so intense against the people he was supposed to call family.
He joked, saying he would destroy them and that they needed to blow up, all together. But before… he thought he was just their target. Are there enough reasons for this? For the persecution? Yes, there are, but they've crossed the line.
Strax knows not all his siblings, despite their hatred, would do such things. He knew they could be targets, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
"Just eliminate all of them." That was his thought; he had given up on trying to do things the right way.
Strax is a possessive man. For him, he would leave his problems with this family aside, enjoy moments with his wives, and spend his days training. But now, he had lost one of his wives and didn't know if the others were safe.
Strax was at the point of wanting to wipe out this entire family, and if necessary, manipulate the king himself through the marriage with Xenovia, he would do it. "Is it here?" Strax questioned the woman who brought him, one of Christine's guild members. "Yes, Lord Strax," she said, bowing.
"You're dismissed, you can go." Strax said, but the woman hesitated, "Lord Strax, I think we should~" "Dismissed." He repeated, looking into her eyes. For a second, the woman trembled all over. His cold stare... it was so... terrifying... that it scared her.
"Y-Yes, I will return." She said, bowing and running over the rooftops.
**[Various Missions Advancing]**
He read the message with disdain. This damn system was making him nervous; it wasn't helping lately except for alerting what was happening. Even though it called itself a Harem System, it hadn't really helped him in a long time.
"Silence." He said, and the messages disappeared, the system tab closed, and he looked at the old building that Christine's subordinate had pointed out as a place that might be related to Beatrice.
What did he hope to find? At least some clues about Beatrice's disappearance, that was the minimum he wanted. Almost three hours had passed since she disappeared. God knows what happened to her and what her condition was.
He jumped to the entrance of the place, the door was still half-open. From what he heard from the guild member, there were men using the name "Vorah" in this place.
With a strong push, Strax entered the building. The door creaked, echoing through the abandoned space. He stepped forward, his expression rigid as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. The air was thick, saturated with the acrid smell of blood and decay, intriguing him.
He raised a finger and used [Fire Manipulation] to create a small flame, using it to light his way.
With each step, the wooden floor creaked, a sound that seemed to reverberate off the moldy walls. Piles of debris were scattered, remnants of destroyed furniture and signs of a fierce struggle everywhere.
Strax advanced, senses on high alert, eyes scanning the place for any clue that might lead him to Beatrice.
A fallen table caught his attention as he passed the light close to it. He approached and noticed deep marks on the floor, as if something heavy had been dragged. His eyes followed the marks, leading him to a dark corner where a dark, sticky stain indicated something horrible had happened there.
"What a mess," he muttered, forcing himself to focus on the mission. Any small clue about Beatrice was good, he had to believe in that.
Passing through the narrow corridor, he went through a half-open door leading to a storage room. The shelves were full of boxes and broken jars, but something else caught his attention. Bodies. Mutilated, thrown unceremoniously onto the cold floor. Strax clenched his fists, controlling the rising anger that threatened to overwhelm him. "Calm down…" he murmured, taking a deep breath, he continued.
Further ahead, he found a staircase descending to a basement. The light was scarce, but he could see blood marks on the walls, indicating that those who came before didn't meet a peaceful end. He descended the steps, one by one, the darkness becoming denser with each step, so he increased the strength of the light.
At the bottom of the stairs, he reached a metal door, ajar, revealing a simple, disordered office. He pushed the door and entered, the dim light of a hanging lamp inadequately illuminating the place. Fortunately, he had his own ways to light up. The office was crammed with papers, dusty books, and a desk full of letters.
Strax approached the desk, his hands steady as he rifled through the pile of correspondence. "Dear V...
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