Milf harem of Serpen Chapter 30: Do you want to die?

Chapter 30: Do you want to die?

Bearfang was gone before Jake could fully understand what was happening to him.

Nobody saw him leave exactly, which was the point, because a man like Bearfang had not survived as long as he had in the business of being the kind of person he was by staying in situations after those situations had turned against him.

He had looked at Jake from the base of the stone wall with the blood drying on his temple and the plan gone from his face, and he had done the rapid, cold arithtic that n like him did when the variables changed this dramatically, and the arithtic had produced a very clear answer that he had acted on imdiately and without sentint.

The boy had awakened.

That was the only way to think about it, the only frawork that made the last few minutes make sense, and Bearfang had enough experience with enough things to know exactly what awakening ant and what it ant for his current objective.

The commission had been specific — extract the essence before the bloodline could activate, because an activated bloodline was a different category of problem entirely, and the man who had commissioned him had been very clear about the importance of the word before.

The word before had passed.

Which ant the commission had failed, which ant Bearfang needed to be sowhere other than this valley road reporting that fact to the man who had paid him, because that man was going to have feelings about it and those feelings were best received with distance and preparation rather than in the imdiate aftermath while everyone’s emotions were still running hot.

He moved through the scattered eastern fighters with the quiet efficiency of soone who had pre-planned his exit because pre-planning exits was simply how he operated, gathering the n who were still functional with a series of signals that required no words, and by the ti Jake was fully standing on the ground and looking at the rest stop around him, Bearfang and the functional remainder of his force had disappeared into the treeline with the practiced invisibility of people who were very good at not being where they’d just been.

The valley road held the aftermath of what had happened — the scattered fighters who hadn’t made it out, the cracked earth around the ruined cauldron, Maudlina’s barrier dissolving now that the imdiate threat had resolved, and the iron-suited n regrouping with the quiet efficiency of soldiers who had been through enough to process a situation like this without requiring extensive recovery ti.

Jake stood in the middle of all of it and let the system finish what it was doing.

It wasn’t a comfortable process, the stabilization.

It felt like the inside of his body was being reorganized by sothing that knew what it was doing but hadn’t asked permission before it started, moving things around, mapping new connections, integrating the bloodline abilities that had unlocked with the particular thoroughness of a system that did not do things halfway once it had decided to do them at all.

The dark veins were fading from his skin, the thick essence that had been falling from him returning, and the pain was retreating from everywhere to nowhere with a gradual speed that felt both faster and slower than he wanted.

His eyes were closed and he was standing very still.

He was aware, distantly, of people moving toward him.

He kept his eyes closed until the system told him it was done, because rushing the stabilization seed like exactly the kind of decision that felt reasonable in the mont and turned out badly later, and Jake Altoras had two lives of evidence that his instincts about which shortcuts were acceptable were not always reliable.

The system settled with the specific quality of sothing finding its level, and the notification it sent when it finished was quiet and clean and contained no drama.

[ STABILIZATION COMPLETE ]

[ WELCO BACK, DESCENDANT OF RAIKARNDEL ]

Jake opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was Eskar.

Eskar was standing perhaps four ters away, and he had positioned himself at that distance with the particular care of a man who understood that the distance was aningful and had chosen it deliberately — close enough to be present, far enough to have a running start if the present beca hostile.

Ankerita was slightly behind Eskar’s left shoulder, watching Jake with the wide, still, complicated eyes that had not really changed their expression since the cauldron had pushed itself into the ground.

Maudlina stood at Ankerita’s side, and Maudlina’s expression was different—more open, more direct.

Jake looked at all three of them.

Then his gaze went back to Eskar, and it stayed there, and the thing in his eyes during the looking was not purple anymore, was not the dramatic awakened-bloodline light of ten minutes ago, and was just the regular dark eyes of an eighteen year old young man who had been having an extrely bad day and had just identified the person most imdiately responsible for a significant portion of its badness.

He crossed the distance between them in four steps.

His hand found Eskar’s collar before the older man had fully processed that Jake was moving, and the grip that closed on the fabric was not the grip of a Class V swordsman who spent most of his ti being lazy but it was sothing else, and Eskar left the ground with the startled, complete surprise of a very large man discovering that the person lifting him is stronger than the person lifting him has any right to be.

He dangled.

Jake held him there with one hand and looked up at him with an expression that was not angry in the hot, loud way that anger usually presented but in the cold, very clear way that was harder to argue with because it wasn’t asking for anything and wasn’t performing; it was just the plain, undecorated fact of how Jake currently felt about Eskar and what Eskar had done at the rest stop.

Ankerita made a small sound that might have been the beginning of an objection.

Maudlina put a hand on her sister’s arm, gently, in the manner of soone communicating, not yet without words.

"What are you—" Ankerita started anyway.

Jake didn’t look at her.

He kept his eyes on Eskar’s face, which was cycling through several expressions in rapid succession.

"Do you want to die?" Jake asked him.

Eskar shook his head. The motion was small and constrained by the grip on his collar but it was emphatic.

"No," he managed, around the pressure on his throat.

"I want to live."

Jake looked at him for a mont longer with those clear, cold eyes.

Then, very slowly, the corner of his mouth moved upward, and it was not a warm smile, it was not the lazy, easy grin that Eskar had seen on Jake’s face a hundred tis— it was sothing new.

"Good," Jake said.

"I’m going to make you regret that."

He dropped him down and Eskar with a thud sound.

Jake turned away from him and looked at Ankerita and Maudlina.

Maudlina was looking at him with the expression of soone who had just watched sothing happen and found it significantly more interesting than they had expected to.

"Do you know what happened to you?" she asked.

The question was direct and curious and entirely without the kind of careful, diplomatic framing that people usually applied to sensitive subjects, which Jake found, in his current state of exhausted patience, genuinely refreshing.

He thought about the system notifications.

About the na Raikarndel sitting in his chest with the weight of a recovered thing. About the Class Two notification and the bloodline abilities waiting in the system’s expanded ledger like rooms in a house he hadn’t opened yet.

"Sort of," he said.

Maudlina nodded as though sort of was a complete and satisfactory answer.

"Good," she said.

"We have things to discuss. But first — "

She looked at the rest stop around them, at the scattered evidence of the afternoon’s events, at the late light going gold and low over the valley hills, and made a practical assessnt of the situation that prioritized the living over the dramatic.