Devoured Eccentric - 34 Natural Selection II

Nero had a long refreshing sleep.

He had a big day coming after all, what could refresh him better than sleeping?

Nero’s body naturally woke up at around 6:30, it was like muscle memory at this point from waking up after a good 9 hours sleep since he’d done so every day for the last year.

He did the usual, brushing his teeth, light stretches, combing his new long black hair to look tidy with an Adept Mana made comb and brush.

Nova advised him to use mana on a regular basis, like replacing objects in the day to day need with Mana-made objects.

It would eventually become second nature, like controlling his hand. Something like that needed more than talent and skill, it needed time.

After finishing up with his bath and some muscle-intensive exercises, Nero got into his newly bought clothes.

Like the aristocrats he’d witnessed from afar, this world indeed had a sense of posh clothing.

For Nero, it was to wear braided-patterned blacks with swirls of dark shades of colours, like the deep red he’d bought.

Over his half-robe like a top, long silk ribbons hung from the shoulder area, drifting away with light air.

It gave Nero quite a majestic air.

His legs were covered with pants with a swirl pattern.

‘Quite an odd posh thing, but it’s whatever.’ Nero didn’t mind it much.

‘You look like a right stuck-up brat.’ Nova sneered.

‘Hey! It’s not like I want to wear this… oddity!’ Nero retorted back playfully.

‘We could always add a touch of mana on the ribbons, that would blow the other posh brat’s pants away!’

‘If we want a way to stand out, then sure. But lowkey is where we’re at okay?’ Nero reminded her.

‘HOI!’

‘Alright, then… the lineup has begun don’t you think? It’s already around noon, let’s get going.’

Their new destination was… The Royal Palace, home to the only known Demon in all of Plumon.

An old one she was, quite near the end of her lifespan.

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Her Highness, Queen Maria, wife to the founder of Haron.

Almost none saw her sorrow sight, only speculating without knowledge of her condition.

‘I hope we don’t get noticed by that Witch, it would definitely be the end for us.’

–

Nero knew exactly what the Queen was like, he’d previously scanned the insides of the whole palace for a whole night unabated.

He’d also found the room where his mana was simply lost, gone out of his control somehow.

He instantly understood that the room he couldn’t scan was the Chambers of her Highness.

There was something odd about the room, its position in the palace.

Normally, if one wanted to stay hidden, it would be deep within their fortress, but the Queen’s chamber was far from that. It was where anyone could see if they could fly, right on top of the palace, under the giant glass dome.

Curiosity overwhelmed Nero’s sense of danger. Impatiently, Nero elevated himself up to the dome’s height and saw something shocking…

He saw a middle-aged beauty on top of a small blond boy, naked.

The boy looked full of ecstasy, pleasure and pain.

Nero was extremely lucky in this instance, he was just far enough for the Queen to not pick up on his aura signatures. Things would’ve taken an unthinkable turn if she did so.

He saw the perverted look on the woman’s face as she restlessly continued to ride the teenage boy.

Nero would’ve taken guilty pleasure from the sight if it weren’t for the woman being dominating, it was in his ‘nature’ to dominate. Without such intent, he would not be able to control mana at all as it was built upon the monarch-like control he had.

But after some time, when the boy grew exceedingly exhausted, The Queen truly showed her devilish side.

She came up close to the boy’s ear… and bit it off. Her canines thoroughly embedded through the soft flesh, leaving no resistance for the ear to get ripped off.

The woman continued, devouring the boy’s body piece by piece until only bloodstains were left.

Nero had truly seen the Demon in her Highness.

It was a horrifying sight, Nero was momentarily stunned staring at the crazy bitch in front of him.

‘Snap out of it!’

Nova brought him out of the shock, reminding him of the worse, more awful things he’d done to more than just a teenage boy.

And… that was the end of that, Nero cautiously slithered back to his suite. He reckoned that no one knew of the horrors going on in the Palace, he was the sole witness.

–

Arriving at the Palace gates, Nero saw many groups of men and women. Every one of them was poshly dressed and had an arrogant air to them like their importance exceeded all others.

Nero could individually pinpoint more than 10 Hunters, one or two in each of the crowds.

A moment later, The Large gates began to give way. With the complete opening, 3 rather large figures came in view.

The current King, Haron the Fifth, stood more than 6 feet tall with a glistening crown above his head and a furred royal robe hanging on his back.

Beside him, there was a fully black hooded figure that stood at a height of around 5’5. None of the features on the figure’s face could be made out, it was total darkness underneath the hood.

At a distance, there were quick-moving people that were setting up devices of sorts outside the Palace entrance.

The third person in front of the King was the Captain of Gas Giant. He was at least half a feet taller than the King and carried refined muscles etched on his body. His jawline made many of the women in the crowd stunned.

The little gaze Nero had on himself were instantly drawn away by the appearance of these truly important figures.

“Dear All! I have personally come to welcome you all to the Selection Ceremony held once every year, we have our Ceremonial guest here, of the Nobles, He is Captain Killian!” the King haughtily announced.

“Good morning to all the candidates present here today, I do hope you all good luck. Please start moving into your respective groups.” Killian’s voice was quiet yet boomed in the ears of all.

All of the teenagers began to move orderly, separating into groups of three.

Each group was split according to the candidate’s age. The Junior’s age criteria were under 12, Colt’s was under 15, and Seniors were under 18.

“Let the Selection Begin!”