“Lady Drishti, can you tell me the names of all the people behind that conspiracy?” Ryuk inquired with his eyes, now devoid of any emotions, wanting to hear the names of the people.
“It will be better for you to not know their names yet,” Drishti’s eyes reflected the same coldness as his, which seemed to widen upon hearing her words.
‘…..’ Hearing her words, which seemed to offer advice rather than a warning, prompted him to inquire, ‘System, are they still watching me?’
[Yes, Host.]
‘They have really too much free time.’ Somehow, from the moment he woke up until now, several individuals have been observing him, not exactly him but his surrounding, since, his presence was dissolved in surrounding.
He could always know their names, but the problem is if they were able to detect him while doing so.
He had already experienced such events happening with Guardians, who were able to sense him trying to see their identity.
“I understand.” Ryuk only nodded, not delving further into this matter for now, before moving out of the room followed by Regina and Drishti.
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Outside the Crawford’s territory, unlike the divisions of expanses among Branch Family members, the main family’s fortress stood on the largest part of the land, with stretching corners throughout the miles.
Covering such a vast land area, several departments existed, such as Finance, Weaponries, and Information, among which one was FCS, which provided the Insignia to the Flagbearers.
Inside the main hall of FCS, which was not crowded due to the distribution of several Insignia provided two years ago—only a dozen people with four individuals with white beards seated on series thrones.
Each of them oozed an intense pressure while engaged in conversation.
“Did you hear about Drishti’s declaration?” Seated on the most left corner, one of the old men showed his dissatisfaction with his tone.
“Yes, and she even came down from her proxy seat,” one added to the old man’s words from the opposite most right corner, not much satisfied with her decisions.
“She really thinks too highly of herself, doing whatever she wants” another old man nearby him spoke, his aura causing heat haze to form throughout the hall
‘Idiots,’ seated in the middle was an elder from one of the branch families within the Devereaux Family, already aware of the fate awaiting the other three who were not natives of this place.
He remained silent while cursing himself for being here with these idiots who couldn’t even understand that if someone within a place like the Devereaux Family can do whatever she wants, then just imagine what sort of a monster she was.
Several other individuals stood dressed as FCS workers.
Being called here after hearing about the arrival of a new Flagbearer to receive insignia, not everyone was satisfied.
First was the reason for them being called by Lady Drishti, who was not very famous except for doing whatever she wanted, and the other was that the candidate she chose was the son of a coward.
A cripple, a trash who was in a coma for five years, has decided to take part in the heir battle where his defeat is inevitable, and a woman who does nothing except whatever she wants allows such a disgrace to participate.
Everything was just making them irritated, prompting them to call three Elders from Outside Branch families of Ardoros and one from Ardoros’ one of the Families.
Currently, the Devereaux Family’s whole present strength was lower than 20% due to the absence of all the powerhouses who were accompanying their Flagbearers outside the Continent.
Officially, it isn’t allowed to help any of the Flagbearers, but it is also not mentioned to not dominate the major families of middle-level continents to indirectly help them.
Or does it matter?
The major intentions behind all this battle were to kill each other, and if one or two branch families die while fighting with each other, wouldn’t that just go along with the goal of this battle?
And above all this, there was no one to keep an eye on what happened outside Ardoros.
Until the remaining ten Flagbearers return, their responsibility is not on the Devereaux family.
If they cause mass killings, genocide, or even force themselves on women around the world, they don’t care.
It may seem profitable for the Flagbearers, but it was a double-edged sword.
Everyone outside the world knew that if they killed a Flagbearer, no retaliation would be made from the Devereaux family.
This made each Flagbearer a death flag, nothing but a target of vengeance from those who hold grudges from past heir battles.
However, it was another thing to go against a fleet of battleships, thousands of soldiers, and several Elders and Heads of the Branch Families to kill a single Flagbearer.
There were no rules; the fates of races depended on their own military strength to either submit or destroy the whole branch family along with Flagbearer.
Even Flagbearers preferred low-level Continents, knowing the problems that could occur if they collided with some hidden powerhouse while venturing into the stronger ones.
tap tap
The sound of footsteps caused all the people present inside the hall to turn towards the source, revealing a huge door through which three figures were moving towards them.
These people’s eyes reflected the most beautiful canvas they had ever witnessed, widening due to the mere sight in front of them.
A woman elegantly moved with soft sounds echoing in the hall.
From the bottom up, the woman exuded elegance, her dress draping gracefully over her figure. With striking features, defined by high cheekbones and a soft jawline.
Yet, it was her warm, amber eyes that captivated, drawing others in with their depth. Framed by cascading black hair, her allure was undeniable.
Just beside her accompanied another woman, her face partially concealed by a white-polished mask adorned with delicate flower designs, which covered the right side of her face, leaving her left eye exposed.
Despite the mask, her beauty was undeniable, radiating from her enchanting features.
Her attire, a fusion of regal robes and a commander’s uniform, yet unable to hide her curves and beautiful body, seemed to drape with her skin.
“Which way, Lady Drishti?”
‘!?!’
Suddenly, a manly voice caused all of their eyes to fall on a man at the center of them, widening in horror, sweet beads forming instantly, and small trembles in their fingers evident of their fear.
Their eyes were fixed on the young man who was visible yet not at the same time.
Not because they were immersed in looking at the beautiful women beside him, on the other hand if compared, then the young man’s face was something impossible to go unnoticed, even if worldly beauties were put forth.
All their fear stemmed from the fact that they were not even able to notice him, even if he was in front of them, as if his whole presence was mixed with the surrounding air.
“Let me make a way.”
Another soft voice resonated from beside the young man, accompanied by a soft sound, calmly stating, “Move.”
The melodious voice seemed to work some magic in the hall, as everyone present slowly made way for them, while all four old men had already stood from their thrones.
After all, they should give a seat to their guests, even if they wanted to or not.
‘Why can’t I control my body!?’
There was only one thought reverberating through each one of their minds, while their bodies moving on their own, already lined with a bow, welcoming all three figures.
Gazes fixed downward with a posture that didn’t belong to Powerhouses like them.
My few Hours become 15 hours ~ Lmao
