Burning Soul - Chapter 184

“Hya!

Kill you? Why would we kill you?” Milot narrowed his eyes.

“Theo, once she heals up a little more, we’ll move to some corner as staying in the open ain’t good!”

He was right, in the enemy’s den they were pretty much standing out by staying in the open.

“That being said, why did you say kill me? Who did you take us for?” Theo asked the girl.

She turned her head to look at him, still being in Milot’s arms her strength was dwindling. The healing was working yet she had suffered a little too much for the potion to be effective right away.

As she looked at him, her expressions turned pale, as if she had seen a ghost of some kind.

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“Wouldn’t she mean it to me, kids!” A husky voice echoed in the room, followed by an imposing presence of a certain being.

‘Huh, what is this pressure? Who’s voice is this, wait I didn’t even notice him coming here!

Who the hell did we mess with?’ Theo froze right at the place.

“There are two things I hate the most, first people who take me for granted and second….” The latter guy pulled his sword in an attacking pose as he spoke, “people who try to steal my playthings!”

The blade began descending upon Theo, the movement was too fast and he was still frozen, the moment looked everlasting,

‘What are you doing?

Move!

Move away, Evade! Move these limbs goddammit!’ Theo tried to move with all his might. Though his movement looked frozen in front of the incoming blade. The speed was too great to evade in time, the blade approached at unimaginable speed, the force behind the blade was surely formidable.

The blade almost reached his head, Miot who was next to him countered it at just the same formidable speed. In that instant, he had pulled Theo from under the blade and then moved him away along with the girl to counter the attack.

The clashing of the blade shook the entire room, blasting the dust around them with a bang.

Milot countered the following stacks of strikes just like that within that instance. After countering he jumped back to gain a bit of distance and landed right beside Theo. As a fact, Theo, Liya – that girl and Milot landed at the same time.

“Impressive, they don’t call you sword saint for no reason huh!

Your skills have surely improved!” It was a bit of a familiar voice, Theo recalled. He had heard him somewhere but as there was darkness, they couldn’t see his face that clearly.

“You okay Theo?” Milot asked him as Theo balanced himself up,

“Yeah somehow, I went defensive as you threw me. I have gotta say, that was unexpected!

Who is that guy, just looking at him is giving me chills!” Theo replied as he gasped for air,

That one moment squeezed the little air he had.

“Looks like you don’t remember me, I don’t blame you as I didn’t have enough time to play with you!”

Theo recalled the events and remembered the voice,

“You! Aren’t you …?”

“Uncle! Is that you?” Milot realised the voice was of his uncle, “What are you doing?

Are you out of your mind?”

“There wasn’t anything to hide about my identity! It doesn’t matter!

You won’t be living to tell the tale!” He replied

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“Theo!

Stand down! You don’t stand a chance against him. I don’t know what’s gotten in him but if he’s after us, you should know he was on par with my father” Milot warned him about the opponent.

“Uncle, I don’t know what’s going on or what are you doing! But I need you to stop and answer me.” Milot took a step and stood in front of both Theo and the girl.

“I have no intention to answer you, didn’t I tell you are dead meat already.”

‘It’s no use! He doesn’t know, his uncle has been working with the enemy for a long time!’ Theo wasn’t as shocked by the revelation, he rather expected it. The royalty is involved, the big guy being the boss, there are very few suspects.

“Milot, we told you about what happened right! I won’t advise trusting him in any way.” Theo warned him,

“I know, but I won’t abandon my family! I’m not like him!” Milot stood firm,

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“I hope I didn’t make you wait; it’d be bad for my reputation.” As everyone was focused on the opponent in the room, no one noticed a shady figure walking out of the shadow behind him.

The shadow was of a person Milot could never forget, “You dare appear before me again, Clarke!”

It was Clarke, tenth Xenose of Gnosis, the one who was responsible for the massacre in Arnor earlier.

Without giving it another thought Miot pounced onto Clarke with all his might, with his strength launching an attack onto him didn’t take much time.

As he closed in, his sword got infused in mana, speeding his attack. He reached Clarke before Theo could even focus, the speed was just too great to keep track of.

The first strike landed with such a force it blew nearby land into pieces making a crater, nearby pillars blew up as well, the result of mana infused sword strike with just destructive power.

‘Did he get him?’ Theo tried to peek through the dust, only to be surprised.

“Didn’t I tell you, I will be your opponent?

Oye, don’t you interfere in our family matters.” It was his uncle who countered Milot’s attack.

“We commissioned you for something else, you can let me handle him!” He continued.

“What do you mean you commissioned him?

Don’t tell me?” Before he could continue his uncle swung his blade upon him with his furious speed.

Milot somehow countered it but he was already in a state of dismay, it was already enough of a shock for him when he learned his uncle knew about and had worked together with Ersa and now the news of him also working with Clarke, the guy who reduced a whole village to dust.

Another strike followed soon, a little too soon for Milot to counter it directly. In that one moment, he couldn’t counter the strike by both literal and emotional means.

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With a clang, the strike was finally countered, by Theodore. Using shadow movement to catch up to him, a swift swing and he had his strike blocked, just like that.

Though the strength of his left arm wasn’t enough for a full-fledged attack of a beastmen and they were blown away, “What’s with the monstrous strength!” He couldn’t help but complain.

While balancing himself Milot replied, “That’s the strength of the man who boasts he surpasses my father in brute strength!”

“Wait what?” Theo had a reaction befitting the reply, “Surpass! Wouldn’t that be impossible for us to handle!”

“I said boast, no one knows for sure….” He paused while getting ready, “If he really was behind that attack, it’s time to figure that out as well.”

He tightened his grip on the helm of the sword, “I’m not sure it’ll be fun dealing with both of them!”

“Nah, not both!” Theo glared at him, “I just can’t sit idle and do nothing when the guy who harmed my sister is right before me!”

Clarke looked at him and laughed out loud, “You? Are you kidding me? With that one arm and flimsy moves, you expect to fight me!

Well, I’ll honour your death wish then!” He pulled his long dagger out of storage glaring back at Theo.

“This is better, this means we both will have some fun,” Clarke spoke to Milot’s uncle.