Conqueror Of All - 106 Clinging onto hope

“I and Jiutian can tell you more about this after we have dealt with ‘this’ thing here. It shouldn’t take too long, so therefore don’t feel too worried about having lost parts of your power.” Izan had a small smile as he shortly gazed at all of his wives for a brief moment, wanting to relieve them of their worries and doubts.

“Umu…” Shirahoshi nodded while having a slight blush on her face while holding onto Izan’s suit.

They were around twenty meters above the ground, but only a single thought was needed for Izan for them to descend slowly to the ground. All of them safely landed without any mishaps.

“Hancock, would you mind following me for a bit?” Izan asked with a small grin on his face while walking forward towards the two groups of kneeling wizards.

“Of course, Husband!” Hancock’s voice was filled with excitement as she hopped forward to walk side by side with Izan.

“Cough.” Izan coughed to clear his throat while giving a short glance between the seemingly ‘leaders’ of the two groups. “I will now let off a tad bit of the pressure, and then you two will tell me everything that is going on.” Izan shrugged before continuing with a grin. “I honestly don’t mind if you guys don’t speak either.”

And as Izan promised, the pressure lessened by a lot, but none of the wizards were able to stand up from the pressure Izan was giving off. But they were at least able to breathe comfortably and speak now.

“You bastard! Do you think that the Dark Lord will let you go if he finds information about you?” The leader of the Dark wizards roared at Izan with a crazy glint in his eyes. But his expression froze as he felt several killing intents being locked on him, he could see the cold gazes from the females that was with the male. Just the killing intents from them made him barely able to gulp.

It didn’t take another second before he dropped down on his stomach with a hole through his heart. None amongst the wizards saw how the wizard died, but they saw a bow in the female’s hand that was staying at the male’s side. She was rather beautiful, but her facial expression was terrifying as she coldly gazed at them with disdain and hate.

“Anyone that speaks trash about my Husband will perish!” Hancock’s tone was cold and filled with killing intent. They were all bugs under her feet, yet they dared to speak such filthy words to the most important person in her life! It was unacceptable!

The Elite wizard – Hermione couldn’t help but to gulp in fear as she saw a strong Dark Wizard getting killed with a simple bow from a rather young female that seemed to be only in her late twenties.

“I, my name is Hermione Granger, those that are wearing the white robes are part of my group. We are part of the Resistance that is rebelling against the current Dark Lord – Voldemort.” Hermione was terrified that the people in front of them would kill them if they didn’t speak or said something wrong. Hermione could guess that they had no idea about the two groups – The Dark Wizards under the Dark Lord, and the Resistance. Hermione didn’t know how they didn’t know this information, but all of her thoughts were on trying to survive.

“Oh…” Izan only half-heartedly replied, he could understand some things from the minimum information he had gotten. Izan turned towards his wives and explained in a calm voice. “It seems like we are in an age where these ‘wizards’ have split into two groups. My guess is that it began around 15 years ago based on the crumbs of this ‘castle’ or whatever it is. It is quite huge and could act as something like a home for the leader of the ‘wizards’ or a place to teach them.”

Izan stopped for a brief moment as he glanced at his wives, when he saw them nodding, he continued explaining. “And the two groups should be as that girl said – those that are following the Voldemort guy and the Resistance that is going against him. Most likely because they have different thoughts of how to handle stuff, you could most likely guess that the ‘dark lord’ or whatever he is called is someone that thinks he is above others and would want to rule others.”

Nojiko nodded before asking. “Then from what you said, we can pick from quite a few choices, right?” After seeing that Izan nod, Nojiko continued speaking. “The first choice could be to either help one side and destroy the other group. The second choice could be to destroy both groups. The third choice could be to ignore them all. And perhaps the fourth choice is to use both sides to ‘help’ us train in this ‘magic’ stuff or whatever it is called, right?” Nojiko was extremely happy after she gave out her thoughts. She knew that she wasn’t as smart as Robin, but she had trained her mind and became more sensitive in finding information and concluding answers with the parts of the information she can work with.

A bright smile appeared on Izan’s face, it wasn’t only him, most of his wives also smiled brightly. They were all happy that some of them were at least improving and becoming better. Because all that mattered for them right now was to become smarter and stronger, so that they can protect their family with all of their might.

Hermione and the other wizards could also conclude that the mysterious man and his followers were clueless about the current situation of this world. They knew nothing of Voldemort, the Dark Wizards, the Resistance or even someone legendary as Dumbledore.

Yet Hermione that someone as the mysterious man – Izan, was much more terrifying than Voldemort or Dumbledore. His strength alone without a wand could contend against someone like Dumbledore and Voldemort, and his intelligence was higher than most people she had seen. As he could guess parts of what had happened and at which time it did happen with just hearing a few sentences and glancing around his surroundings.

And it wasn’t only that, it seemed that his followers were all strong and indeed smart. Hermione didn’t know what to do any longer, a part of her had lost hope for being able to survive this day. But there was a small fire inside of her that kept her mind sane in these dark times, she clung onto the hope while clenching her fists.