“And finally, this is a training ground made for a few individuals,” Amayara finally arrived at the end, turning towards the man who walked with his hands folded behind him, observing the whole place.
‘…Is it a human male?’ Guided by Amayara, Keith had noticed the subtle distance maintained by her, suggesting that there was someone already present in her life.
However, from the calm and hollow demeanor of the woman, he was sure that whoever that human male was, he wasn’t present right now.
Either he had died or was missing somewhere without this woman being aware of his location.
“NO! BOSS, PLEASE!”
Suddenly, a sound caught the attention of all four individuals who had arrived at the open training ground. They turned towards the direction from which the sound had come.
‘This girl…’ Amayara placed her finger on her forehead, looking towards the site before her, which was nothing but embarrassing—a girl of around 15 years old was on the shoulder of another girl, holding a bottle of eyedrops, dripping it from two meters high onto the eyes of a boy gripped by four others with them lying on the ground, while one of his eyes was stretched open.
“NO! BOSS! I promise my eye is not infected!” Aphos cried out, seeing the purple-colored liquid about to be dropped into his reddened eye, which had suddenly turned red the moment he turned 15.
“Nah, nah, nah, you need urgent eye treatment or it could get worse,” Arvi shook her head, seated on the shoulder of a girl eating popcorn, looking down with a smirk towards the right-hand man of her boss.
Due to both having VIP sidekicks of their boss, it was a rivalry, and Aphos’s constant bootlicking had caused her position to diminish. So now, seeing him being used as a guinea pig was heavenly not just for her but for the whole orphanage.
Under Arvi, Aphos had ruled over them like a hooligan and bully, but now everything had turned upside down.
‘…Is that my brother?’ Keith narrowed his gaze, observing the boy on the ground being overpowered by several humans. His body lay there, struggling to free himself with a tomato like face.
Of course, he was able to discern that this was more of an intentional loss, but still, getting humbled by a few humans was disgraceful.
“Young Master Keith, as you can see how close they are, I suggest you leave,” Amayara glanced at the man, her sharp intent starting to ignite within in the form of a spirit sword the moment a sudden smell tried to surround her, dominant for now, waiting for the response or action of this man.
Amayara didn’t care who this individual was, but this orphanage and its members were her family. Now that Ryuk was already dead, she had only one family to support while taking revenge against the Devereaux family.
“…It’s understandable,” Keith stated before turning towards the hallway from where they had entered and moving away. His crimson pupils filled with a sharp murderous aura towards those mere humans touching a vampire of noble bloodline like that, but setting his priorities on himself, he withdrew.
He needed to prioritize something more important for himself.
“Let’s leave,” he said, with the white-cloaked figure following beside him before they both disappeared down the hallway from which they had initially arrived.
“Bella, don’t even think of it,” Amayara warned the woman beside her while already holding her killing intent back due to the presence of children here.
She had already noticed how that man had tried to leave a pheromone marking on her, more like a smell so intense it filled the air around her.
“Here,” Bella offered a bottle of perfume to Amayara before spraying some on herself.
‘…’ Amayara looked at the bottle, then turned her gaze towards the direction where Keith had vanished, her mind holding only one thought, ‘What would you have done if you were here, Ryuk?’
—-
Outside the orphanage, several cloaked figures who had initially surrounded the premises had gathered on the ground, encircling the man at the head with another cloaked figure beside him, appearing much stronger than any of them.
“Master, why are we not taking Young Master Aphos with us?” one of the cloaked figures inquired, seeing how their mission to retrieve the person they had found was not fulfilled.
“He is dead,” Keith said, his eyes sharply gazing at the cloaked figure, who felt his blood freeze for a moment before nodding, understanding that they had to report false information about Aphos’s death to the higher administration.
But the question remained, why would he do such a thing?
“Master, what are your further orders?” the cloaked figure standing beside Keith inquired, not caring about the presence of the other powerful individuals approaching, mostly due to feeling their presence in the range of 50 miles area.
“I want information about the human male whom she loves,” Keith ordered, having already calculated the probability of that human being dead to be much higher.
But still he doubted the reason for her such reaction being that man alive—the sharp sword intent emanating from the woman when he tried to imprint her with his pheromone.
Of course, not the strong one, but he needed to assert a presence so no other man would lay eyes on that woman.
But who knew there was already someone whose presence was around them.
“Master, if it’s her, then we can kill all the children and you can forcefully—?!” The cloaked figure began to suggest but suddenly felt his whole body freeze, his heartbeat racing as Keith’s eyes bore into him with a clear murderous aura born from blood art.
“I don’t want that woman for one night, not even a few nights, but for as long as I am alive,” Keith declared. He had already decided that no woman he had seen so far and had not distanced himself from came even close to this woman, who was not even completely human. He continued, “She is special. I saw her eyes holding care, being strong enough to face me, and not fearing my presence.”
‘…Is this love?’ Keith wondered, lifting his palm and placing it on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
He analyzed the whole situation to bend the result in his favor and gain the attention of that woman. “Start your findings by getting information about two sisters with an age difference of two or more years. One of them should be able to make spirit healing potions. I want to know their background.”
Keith had already seen through the potion Arvi was dropping from the bottle. It was a high-grade soul-healing potion, something unique even in the outside world, since nothing could heal a damaged soul due to its energy composition. Noticing Arvi’s and Amayara’s facial features and sensing their bone age, he had already guessed their blood relation.
“I understand. And there is also important information, Master,” the cloaked figure, who had just received crucial information and understood the priority of these events, thought to inform it first.
“…Speak,” Keith said, realizing that if the cloaked figure was interrupting, the information must be important.
The cloaked figure’s voice became more firm and bold as he declared, “The son of Alisia Devereaux has left Ardoros and is roaming freely around the world, it could be a good chance for us to kill him.”
