My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger

Chapter 628: Chapter 629: Daughter Of War

This place was large… the room was white with large crystals and hundreds of magical seals and circuits built into the walls.

This was somewhere in the imperial capital. This was a secure room. A location like this was designed with the sole purpose of extensive high-level communication.

Without the possibility of interception.

This particular one was built in the imperial palace, and being able to come here meant you were upper echelon in the world of Aetherus.

And naturally, a meeting like this was not without reason. A man with golden hair streaked with silver walked down the halls with an imposing air around him. His eyes were steady, yet his golden gaze carried the weight of too many years, giving him the vestige of an ancient relic.

By his side was a man that looked like him, though his aura was different like the harsh glow of a sun still at high noon. His eyes were sharp and cold, like death itself had taken a golden form.

As soon as they reached a grand door, the guards standing watch outside straightened. Or rather, it was better to call them high-ranking officers, each with their own noble titles and ranks. These people were at the sixth class advancement at the minimum.

Yet even they could only act as security detail, with weapons drawn and bodies standing vigilant.

They spotted the two men and nodded. The one who looked in charge bowed deeply to the older man with golden hair.

“Your Grace…”

The older man didn’t offer courtesy. He only nodded, walking toward the door with his cape fluttering. None of them took offense, this was a given. After all, he was Damian Brightwater, Golden Sun of the Empire, the Grand Duke who ruled from Lumos.

The man next to him stopped briefly with a frown.

“Where is she…” he asked in a steady voice.

The officer smiled awkwardly, a pang of helplessness crossing his face.

“My apologies, Your Grace. Unfortunately, Lady Blade said it’s a waste of manpower and resources to think we are guarding the most powerful beings in the world… especially with our meager power…”

Cassian narrowed his eyes at those words.

“And I assume she’s doing something important right now…”

The man awkwardly cleared his throat.

“She says she’s going to enjoy the festivities… maybe she’ll find a man who doesn’t run for the hills in fear when he sees her…”

Cassian’s piercing golden eyes bored into him, making this man someone who had already reached the upper echelon of the world’s power tremble and feel the need to keep talking.

“I’m not getting any younger… is what she said, I can call her back, I still have her pager…”

“There’s no need…” Cassian muttered, feeling a small headache.

This was Seras Blade after all. A prodigy was always eccentric. His own nephew apparently had quite the reputation as well.

Seras always did as she pleased. However, she was also quite the monster. After all, what could be said about someone born with the War Attribute?

Everything that fell under the banner of war was under her attribute… including the horrors of war.

How could a creature like that, one born solely for killing, ever be a reason for life? How could she ever expect to be anything more than a monster?

A sword could never be used to grow crops or make people happy. And Seras was a weapon.

The temple had famously named her Wrath of the Goddess, Wrath of Doom. Names like Daughter of War followed her.

“Only death can be attracted to that thing… or someone suicidal…”

The man didn’t disagree with Cassian. However, unlike Cassian, he didn’t dare say it out loud about that monster.

She had earned that name.

Seras Blade, the Daughter of War.

Cassian didn’t feel at ease knowing that monster was out in the city. Not because he feared her, she was no threat to him. However, she was not the type of creature that made a parent feel at ease knowing she was in the same city as their children.

And Cassian had three children in the city he had to worry about.

His daughter, his niece whom he had never met, and the last was his no-doubt troublemaker of a nephew.

He stopped by the door about to enter and let out a soft sigh.

“Jarvis…”

He called out, looking to the men standing guard.

“Go keep an eye on Seras Blade.”

As soon as he said that, one of the men took a step forward. The others gasped, taken by surprise. They had no idea… he had been…

A man with a silver cape trembled.

“Malone… you… aren’t Malone…”

Jarvis didn’t reply, simply waiting for his orders.

“If she seems irritated… just let her be. There’s no need to die a needless death over something so trivial…”

Jarvis nodded his head, then turned around. Before he left, he glanced at the men, who were uneasy, unsure who was who.

“He’s in the storage room… alive…”

With that he faded like fog, leaving them in shock at how someone could even subdue someone like Malone without anyone being the wiser.

Cassian didn’t pay them any mind. Jarvis was powerful… but Seras Blade was still far more dangerous.

With that done, though his mind was still not at ease, he walked through the door, shutting it behind him as he entered the familiar white room. Doors opened at the other side and more people with deep, powerful auras appeared some as transparent projections, others in person.

He sat down at a long table right next to his father, the Grand Duke, his expression calm, betraying none of the unease he felt at this meeting.

With all major players of the world in attendance… with the exception of the Demon Continent…

This was a continental summit, or something akin to it, except far more clandestine.

There was the sound of footsteps as a man walked in and sat at the head of the table.

As soon as he sat down, space began to expand and the chairs began to move. The ground shifted as the whole room was divided, chairs rising higher, and the center morphed into a map with each chair arranged based on region.

Then finally… the man who was the Emperor of Valtheron spoke.

“I have called this meeting to discuss something we are all aware of. The need for secrecy stems from a need to keep things private, but also to make decisions as states before involving the temple.”

His voice was imposing and powerful.

Then he paused, closing his eyes.

“Ashcroft… has returned.”