anwhile, within the main hall of House Astalon, Arian faced his parents: the head of household, Duke Luther di Astalon and his wife, Cassandra di Elektra.
As one of the four Ducal Houses of the Blood Slting Kingdom, House Astalon carried an illustrious legacy that dated back to the founding of the kingdom. Their head, Luther, was a renowned great duke at the tenth level of Inner Accumulation, enough to beco a respected figure of the Red Cloud Theocracy and a powerhouse of the Blood Slting Kingdom.
But if before, Luther was the undisputable ruler of his house, in recent years, he had to take a backseat to his wife, Cassandra. For in nine years, Cassandra's templar rank went from the ninth level of Minor Expansion to the twelfth level of Inner Accumulation!
To reach the tenth level of Inner Accumulation, Luther had to go through over 350 years of body tempering. But Cassandra had barely crossed 120, and yet her templar rank had already surpassed his!
Luther didn't understand what kind of divine miracle his wife had obtained to progress this fast. Only Cassandra knew...that the one she owed her teoric rise to...was none other than Mithras.
Templars needed external sources of Sid Fla to progress. With higher classes of Sid Flas, templars progressed much faster and got better results. But to say nothing of the asly Blood Slting Kingdom. Throughout the Spiritual World, how many had access to a God-level Sid Fla?
This was the stuff of Higher Planes!
One can therefore understand why Cassandra had a hard ti processing the recent news.
"You...did what?" Although she'd heard it already, although Mithras' shattered Slave Seal proved the facts, Cassandra asked again, hoping that Arian would retract his statent.
"Mom, I killed Mithras! I wanted him to beg for rcy. If he begged, I wouldn't have killed him! But he refused to beg, so I sliced him to death with over 100 knife slashes!" Arian said in a loud and piercing voice, looking proud and satisfied with his actions.
In that instant, Cassandra's eyes glazed over, and she staggered, struggling to remain on her feet.
"Mom..." confused by his mother's change, Arian reached out, but before he could finish his words, Cassandra's eyes turned red, and her fist jerked forth, smashing into Arian's face.
Unprepared and defenseless, the young noble flew back, crashing into a wall—his bones cracked instantly.
"Hateful...worthless and unfilial bastard! I will kill you!" Berserk waves of Sid erupted from Cassandra's body, and as she clenched her fists, killing intent flashed through her brown eyes.
"My lady...control yourself!" Alard, Luther put himself in Cassandra's path. The Astalon duke didn't care about Mithras. In his eyes, the boy was nothing more than a beautiful servant—pleasing to the eyes, but with no practical use.
His life and death had no bearing on House Astalon—or so the duke believed.
But Arian was different. Mutations, Genes and Flas traditionally split into six classes: Third class, Second class, First class, King class, Saint class, and Divine class.
Born with a first-class Bluefla Hawk Gene, if trained well Arian had the potential to temper his body to the Golden Palace rank at the very least, becoming a dominant powerhouse of the Purple Dawn Continent.
He was the hope of House Astalon. As his father and head of household, how could Luther allow him to be hard because of an ordinary servant?
"Get...lost!" But little did Luther expect that, instead of cooling down, when he put himself in her path, Cassandra only got more heated. The might of her fleshly body erupted in full force, the ground cracking and windows bursting as the lady of House Astalon unleashed her fury.
Without a care for their marriage bonds, Cassandra kicked Luther's chest, directly sending him flying through the door.
Only two levels separated them, and yet the gap between Luther and his wife looked like the difference between an adult and a malnourished child.
A cool breeze blew across the scene, and Cassandra appeared before her son, grabbing him by the neck and hoisting him up in the air.
"Good for nothing piece of shit! From infancy to maturity, I provided you with food, shelter, wealth, freedom, glory, splendor and all the luxuries you desired! But what did you give in return? Nothing! Nothing but problems and disappointnts.
Your First-class Gene is the only good thing about you. Mithras is a hundred tis the son you will ever be! So I hope for you that this is a joke, that my Mithras is still alive and well! Otherwise...all the deities in the divine planes combined will not be able to save you from what I will do to you!
And you better forget about Ishtar, because there is no chance in hell that I will allow you to lay your dirty fingers on Mithras' sister!" With her face twisted by mad, frenetic rage, Cassandra spoke words that she never thought could cross her lips—then tossed Arian out of the way, rushing through the door.
Denial was the first stage of grief. Despite Arian's admission and the shattered slave seal, Cassandra couldn't believe that Mithras was dead.
No...she refused to accept it, and like a bolt of lightning, raced towards Arian's courtyard—her heart pounding uncontrollably.
Arian stayed behind, trapped in debris and burning with hatred.
'Haha...you...forced my hand!'
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The relationship between Mithras and Lady Cassandra was a convoluted ss. On the one hand, Mithras despised her for keeping his beloved sister imprisoned and away from him. But on the other hand, he always felt grateful towards Cassandra.
Had he never crossed Cassandra's path, Mithras would have starved to death alongside his sister. Of that, he had no doubt. Even Ishtar's ability to learn a trade relied on Cassandra's gifts—without which Mithras wouldn't have been able to pay his sister's apprenticeship fees.
But no debt could justify the things that Cassandra made him do.
As for Cassandra, at first, she only saw Mithras as a tool for self-fulfillnt and personal growth. But as ti progressed, she got more and more attached to the youth—feeling wronged by the silent hatred she felt from his eyes. Due to that attachnt, Cassandra beca increasingly more possessive, refusing to allow Mithras to develop bonds with others.
In the current Mithras' eyes, Cassandra was an opportunity—an opportunity he had to ta to save his sister and take control of House Astalon. As for how to ta her, wasn't that obvious? He just had to give her what she wanted:
The shlong!
The Wisdom of the Slithering Emperor kicked in, expanding Mithras' vision and feeding his ambitions.
'Unlock the Starter Pack.' Mithras ordered, prompting a spiral of golden light to take shape before him. Three boxes appeared, invisible to all besides Mithras.
As the system's words echoed in Mithras' brain, the boxes opened, revealing a set of three different items: a ring, a pouch, and a bone. Sweet descriptions followed each item, explaining their use.
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