One thing that Hellion hid from everyone else—even her Master—was how her connection with her Master's Demon King Bloodline caused her power to soar. And with Cassius's most recent breakthrough into the Archdemon Realm, her power also increased by leaps and bounds, far exceeding what she previously possessed as a re HELL Trial Floor Guardian.
Although she still wasn't at the sa level as any of the World-class Hunters, she could easily take on your average S-Rank Hunter. In other words, 'cleaning' up the remainder of the audacious worms would be no big deal.
'For conveying the intent of harming my Master—even if only briefly—death is what you'll receive. Everyone… Everyone will die.'
Hellion—a Deity of sorts—was a woman who lived for interesting things. For too many years, she had been searching for greater sources of intrigue. And now that she finally found soone who fully satisfied her craving for intrigue, there was simply no way in hell she would allow any pesky insects to get in her way!
The Mage Lord's death was set in stone the very mont he dared even think about doing anything to her Master! And the desolation of Russia was the cost of his impertinence!
His life wasn't even counted in the price, for that was sothing that would've been taken regardless.
'For Master… For Master, I'd do anything…'
Unknowingly, and without Cassius noticing, Hellion's once abysmally low Affection Rating skyrocketed straight to the moon—straight to the maximum value of 100!
However, as if her inward insanity was all just an illusion, she emotionlessly shifted her eyes away from Yimin and returned to reading over the newspaper. But noticing Yimin's growing impatience, she said, "Your Master is in the Country of Japan right now—in a city called Hoshito. Make it there, and you'll find him by scent."
"Ja…pan?" Yimin struggled to pronounce the foreign word. "Can you eat it?"
"It's a country where your Master is trapped—and no, you can't eat it," said Hellion. "Now go; I wish to be alone right now."
Yimin tilted her head but still did as she was told. She zipped off into the skies, beginning a new journey around the small blue space marble that she had already lapped thousands of tis.
Eventually, she would find Japan!
Right…?
Well, regardless of Yimin's uncanny resemblance to a certain green-haired pirate with three swords, she left for good. Hellion, on the other hand, was left to read over a newspaper while andering in her own thoughts.
'Now, the next most pressing matter of concern,' she thought as her vision honed in on a skull-shaped island located far away. 'My Master's most unwelco visitors. They are strong, yes, and their relation to that massive organic entity hovering above is interesting. But… my Master is far more interesting.'
The Dissonants who invaded from the stars beyond the Illusion would undoubtedly die—that much, Hellion guaranteed without an ounce of a doubt.
'My Master's origin to that place and those people—these invaders know full well about it, and they plan to take advantage of my Master… Utterly unacceptable. They will die. Sa as the Russians. And the sa as anything else that dares to control or harm my Master. They'll all die.'
Hellion's shimring golden eyes darkened ever so slightly as she continued reading over the newspaper in her hands.
Until, eventually… she vanished.
— In North Arica, the United States, at the Earth Crusaders Headquarters in Washington D.C. —
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The Earth Crusaders received an unexpected visitor on this particular day—Victor Rapido, the alleged fastest man alive.
"You say he's the fastest?" sounded a feminine voice bereft of emotion.
"Why? Is our little ice princess all of a sudden now interested in n or sothing~?"
Three people—all S-Rank Hunters—were walking through tall marble corridors as they maneuvered toward the eting Area for the S-Rank mbers of the Earth Crusaders Guild. All three of these S-Rank Hunters were female, each extrely powerful. And of them, there was one face in particular that anyone in the Steele Mansion would recognize within an instant.
"mphis, you're actually asking about a man?? I must be dreaming right now because there's no way that's possible!"
It was the third mber of their little group who spoke this ti. She had dium-length black hair tied up into twintails. Her beauty, if sumd up in a single word, would be classic.
However, the young woman she was looking at was anything but classic. With mphis's glistening golden eyes and her long, shiny black hair—not to ntion her voluptuous figure—she was a goddess-like woman rarely seen throughout the ages!
If not for the fact that she was only 17—which was below the legal age of consent in Arica—it was highly likely that powerful and influential n from all over the world would be constantly swarming her.
Well, there were still those who didn't care much about her morally questionable age and still sought to pursue her. But those n were very quickly deterred by the protectiveness of the behemoth of an organization that reigned as the strongest Guild in the world.
With a total of four World-class Hunters in their ranks—all stronger than the Mage Lord—as well as more than a hundred S-Rank Hunters, the Earth Crusaders were the one organization that no one dared to carelessly offend.
Even kings who had their lascivious eyes on the newest rising S-Rank Hunter were left with no choice but to give up.
That was just how powerful and influential the Earth Crusaders were.
Today, however, they were gathered for reasons unknown. And with the special guest appearance of the Rank 22 S-Rank Hunter—Victor Rapido—everyone was put on their toes.
Upon arriving at the S-Rank eting Room—located within a massive auditorium in the Earth Crusaders Headquarters—mphis finally received so respite from her friends. They had gone on and on about Victor Rapido for quite a while, repeatedly hinting at sothing that she denied ti and ti again.
'The fastest man alive,' she thought apathetically. 'He was also especially interested in speed…'
The "he" she was referring to was none other than the incarnation of speed himself—a man who knew not when to slow down—a man who moved so fast that she didn't even know exactly when her heart had been stolen…
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