How To Survive In The World DxD With Fragment Memories - Chapter 166

“Tsk” Cicily clicked her tongue inwardly, despising this disgusting vampire who used his father to pressure her sister into acknowledging their engagement. ‘If it wasn’t for the sake of dealing with the Tepes Faction first then my sister would have had both you and your father beheaded!’ She thought while keeping a stoic face.

“The engagement has not been officially announced” Cicily said while glancing coldly at Marius, “So please do not utter those words before the council”

The room that was once quiet, became solemn. Marius clenched his fist to the point that his nails almost digging into his skin, yet his smile did not fade away while he looked at Cicily who was still being stubborn. ‘kukuku, even if you try to rebel. You will have to submit someday my Cicily, you would not want to watch your sister’s empire collapse with just one order from my father?’

“My apologies” Marius said while bowing elegantly before Cicily, his smile caused a chill to run down the spine when the officials who did not join his father’s faction. It was no secret that the current Carmilla Empire was being controlled mostly by this boy’s father, who was a Prime Minister. Not a King. Nor an Emperor.

“*Cough* Marius, please send the Envoy Elmenhilde to pick up our guests tomorrow with Sirius” An old voice coming from the side of the Empress spoke out, the once tense atmosphere became less tense but the suffocation still remained as many feared the man who spoke. Wearing a formal white shirt and black pants office clothes with a red cloak draped over it, he was the Prime Minister of the Carmilla Empire.

Marius Snr. Aldea

“Yes Grandfather,” Marius said with a sly smile, he bowed elegantly before squinting his eyes towards Elmenhilde while ŀɨċkɨnġ his lips. “I will be sure to get it done”

>/<

After the audience was over, all the officials left in a hurry not daring to get close to Marius Snr in fear that he might mark them for elimination.

When everyone left, only then did Marius Snr leave after glancing nonchalantly towards Cicily and the Empress.

This kind of humiliating gaze made both the Empress and Cicily clench their fist tightly, it was only when Marius Snr left that they relaxed their vigilance.

“Sister, I suggest we seek help from Masaru,” Cicily said while glancing at the closed door, she could no longer tolerate the fact that this man was running the empire despite being as weak as an ordinary vampire.

There was a reason that many feared this old man, and it was not due to his family. Nor the man himself. But it was the mysterious backer he had, and each time someone offended him in any kind of way. The corpse would be discovered the very next day and even those who tried to have him undergo a judgement trial. All ended up dead.

“No” The empress replied without glancing at Cicily, her stoic face did not even twitch. Allowing her to hide her inner turmoil, she believed an empress should never be shaken, always calm to make decisive choices at times it requires. Yet before Marius Snr, she had no way of dealing with this old man.

“Vampire affairs should be dealt with by Vampires,” The empress said with a slow yet graceful voice, contained a very strong determined Authorative conviction. “This was what our father had taught us”

“You know that this is no longer just vampires we are up against,” Cicily said, glancing at her sister with a solemn gaze. It has been a few years that she felt her sister had changed, normally she would be decisive but ever since Marius Aldea rose up to the position of the Prime Minister in a few years, everything changed.

“If we don’t get help, this empire will fall,” Cicily said with a flat tone, her eyes looking at her sister. Yet all she saw was the same stoic face, no ripples on her facial expression as if nothing could affect her. Seeing that her sister was not going to change her mind, Cicily could only sigh.

Taking one last glance at her sister, Cicily turned and left the audience hall leaving the Empress and Elmenhilde alone.

“Empress, is this alright?” Elmenhilde asked while glancing at her empress with a reluctant expression, even she would have preferred the empress would do something. Even if the loss of Marius Snr would cause turmoil in the Empire, she was certain they would be able to recover and prosper once the tumour was removed.

“Elmenhilde” The empress spoke with a soft voice, slightly shaking.

This made Elmenhilde widen her eyes as she would have never expected the Empress to finally display a remorseful expression of her face, this sudden change made her heart shaken to the core yet she did not interrupt the Empress.

“Sometimes, there are forces out there that could end a life when one mistake is made” The empress spoke, her eyes became slightly red as teardrops ran down her cheeks. “That’s why you must be careful. Since I can no longer make a move, or our people would suffer”

>/<

‘hmm…’

The night came, yet the entire empire was silent. Lights were out, and darkness swept the empire.

Swoosh!

A shadow flickered from one roof to the next, each step as silent as a leaf falling to the ground. Glancing left and right, the shadow continued to send out a probing spell to find something.

“More than half the Citizens here have been genetically remodified” Ulrika muttered with a solemn voice, Masaru told her and the others that there is a chance that the majority of the vampire race might have been tampered with.

She just did not expect that by only inspecting the northern section of the empire she would find that more than half the citizens were modified. And this did not naturally include the military or Officials, as those would be checked by Masaru himself since he was wary of the force that could have caused this. Qlippoth.

Suddenly a transparent Magic circle appeared next to Ulrika’s ear, [How is it?]

“Master… It’s worse than you estimated” Ulrika said solemnly, her eyes narrowed while her fist clenched. The reason she felt frustrated, is that if this happened in their territory then they too would have been helpless to respond against this kind of attack.

[As expected, I always felt that Qlippoth would not retreat after failing to deal a blow to the descendants of the Carmilla Faction…] Masaru’s voice contained anger, disappointment, and a trace of guilt.

“Master, what should we do?” Ulrika asked to hope that Masaru would have a way to deal with the situation, but her hopes came for nought.

[Return, there is nothing we can do to save those who had been genetically modified. Because they are no longer vampires, to begin with] Masaru said before cutting the communication magic with Ulrika.

An hour ago…

Back at Cloud Number Nine, the mansion where Masaru, Azazel and the girls were arranged to live in.

Currently, Masaru was resting in the lounge alone, while directing the girls to inspect the entire empire. There was naturally a reason for him to send them out so abruptly despite the fact that he could have scanned the entire empire on his own.

“So you are Masaru Belial?” a hoarse voice could be heard from the man wearing a black outfit standing in front of Masaru, he had heard many tales of Masaru Belial and he knew better than anyone that this kind of young man should not be allowed to continue to grow.

Thankfully he received a mission from Marius Junior to kill Masaru and kidnap the girls when he received the mission he was beyond happy thinking that he would be able to contribute to Qlippoth and finally join the core team instead of a field agent.

Masaru did not glance at the man, holding the divine grimoire that appeared in the form of a regular old book. He continued to read the grimoire that contained references he could use to reinforce his formulae technique he created from his bloodline power, the Codex of the Worthless. Truly, a worthless power.

“You—” The man spoke louder, his fist clenched tightly while his body was shivering. Yet he instantly calmed down when a hand was placed on his shoulder, glancing over his shoulder he saw his comrade wearing similar black clothes and a facemask glancing at him coldly.

“Calm down… He is deliberately trying to anger you” The taller man said to his comrade before glancing at Masaru who appeared to be nonchalant, “Instead you should—”

The tall man appeared right behind Masaru, holding a dagger in his hand thrusting towards Masaru’s neck. This routine has been their method to instantly take down powerhouses, one faking his anger while the other would calm them down before unleashing an instant attack.

“haaa” Masaru sighed, he closed the book before lifting up his face to glance at the man before him. For Masaru this action was slow, yet for the two men, it was as fast as their ȧssassination attempt. “Since when had False Ultimate Rank Powerhouses began trying to attack people several ranks above them?”

Crack!

The instant the blade was about to touch Masaru’s a wave of transparent power emerged from Masaru’s body enveloping the blade, spider cracks spread across the entire dagger before it burst into particles.

“What!?” The tall man cried out in surprise, he yanked his body backwards but due to his initial burst of speed to attack Masaru was not something he could stop instantly. Just as he managed to stop and was about to move backwards in a hurry, his throat was gripped by a hand that refused to allow him to budge, even for an inch. He could not make a move.

“But I suppose the two of you were sent to test me, that person must have quite a lot of man resources to waste the two of you for confirmation,” Masaru said glancing at the tall man he was holding firmly by his neck, it was an instant that Masaru who sat silently on the couch appeared before the tall man gripping his neck firmly.

“ugh!” The tall man gripped Masaru’s hand trying to pry it off from his neck, yet he could not make even a finger of Masaru’s hand move no matter how much strength he used. It was only at this time he realized, a shiver run down his spine, his heart rate increasing and his eyes constricted.

“Let go of my brother!” The shorter one took a step forward, black fog emerges from his shadows before his body fade away as if he merged together with the fog, his body disappearing yet the fatal weakness of his shadow charge technique was discovered in an instant by Masaru despite the lounge’s lights were off.

a clump of shadow on the floor rushed towards Masaru, just when it was close enough the short man emerged from the shadow with his right-hand opening with his fingers pointing towards Masaru attempting to use his sharp metal claw gauntlet to pierce through Masaru’s face.

“Heh” The short man smirked as he approached Masaru rapidly,

Splat!

The blood splatter across the Short Man’s face, his clothes and the floor.

BOOM!

With his hand pierced into the face of his victim, he slammed his target into the wall. “BWahahaha is this all you amount to Masaru!?”

“hack! You… Hack!… Fool!” A Familiar voice could be heard from the victim he pierced his sharp into, hearing this the man glanced at his victim much closer only to feel his blood became cold, his face turning whiter than snow while his eyes slowly turning blood red.

Fear!

Despair!

Unwillingness!

Rage!

“You—-” The short man was about to turn around and attack like a mad dog,

Pak!

“Hmph!” Masaru snorted as he smacked the short man behind his head, slamming his face into the wall. Yet surprisingly the wall had no damage despite the powerful impact that broke the short man’s nose,

“BWastard!” The man yelled in rage as he turned around, he could not see. His mind was dizzy, and his face was burning with pain. Yet he still turned around swinging his fist hoping to strike Masaru unawares, yet instantly he felt something gripping his head and he was lifted to the point that his feet dangled in the air.

“Quiet” Masaru muttered,

A Familiar transparent wave of energy entered the man’s body, causing his voice to be nullified as if he became mute. No matter how hard he tried, he could not make a single sound at all.

“Now how should I go with this again” Masaru muttered while holding the man in the air like a grape, conjuring the divine grimoire with his free hand, reading the contents he was researching.

Memory Search

It was only by a flash of interest that Masaru started to research this topic after thinking back on his days where he could only remember certain things of this world, yet strangely he could not remember a single thing of his previous life despite having a personality.

It was proven that a personality is developed through the experience one has through their lives and how they are brought up by their parents, yet from the very start, he already had a personality. And one that did not fit his age back then, he was curious. Why he did not question it, why it felt so natural.

And this was the spell he was just about to research now to quench his thirst for answers, and he did not dare use this spell on himself since he was not certain of the consequences. Luckily someone came knocking on his door.

“You will have to do” Masaru muttered as several magic circles materialized around the head of the man he was gripping, slowly the magic circles began to multiply forming layers upon layers till it took the form of multiple layered spheres around the man’s head.

“Memory Search” Masaru recited the key word and instantly the magic circles lit up making it appear as if the man he was holding had a light bulb head, the divine dragon aura used for the spell instantly entered the head of the man causing his body to shake uncontrollably like an elipse attack till it suddenly halted, his hands dangling at his side.

“Dead?” Masaru muttered feeling quite lucky that he never attempted this spell on himself otherwise he would have killed himself, yet before he could release his grip on the man instantly his divine dragon aura that invaded the man’s head came rushing into his head.

Throbbing headache erupted, Masaru clenched his teeth as information held within the short man’s mind entered his own. The Short Man’s name is Halitus, his brother Zephyr. Both of them were Field agents sent by Qlippoth to support Marius Senior to control the Carmilla Empire to keep up with the Civil War.

‘Their orders were only to ensure that the war keeps dragging on’ Masaru thought for a moment, he was not certain what Qlippoth would gain by keeping up with the Civil war. It has been several years that this was going on, and yet nothing changed except for…

‘Merde!’ Masaru could not help squint his eyes, glancing out the window viewing the small portion of the empire. ‘The genetic modifications? Experiment? Are they using the civil war to hide their experiments and waiting for a time everything would erupt?’

‘It’s going to be a disaster’ Masaru thought while sending a sphere of energy to invade both the bodies of the dead ȧssassins, making the bodies break up into particles before vanishing into nothiness merging with the world.

Conjuring a magic circle next to his ears, “Shirone, what is the status of the east?”

[It’s bad big brother, more than half the people had been changed] Shirone said with a voice containing a hint of sadness, this incident caused her to remember the days she, her sister and Masaru suffered being experimented on.

“Come back” Masaru said while rubbing his forehead, closing his call with Shirone, he instantly set up a communication magic circle and linked it up with Yui.

“Yui, how is the west?” Masaru asked, he no longer hoped for good news as he knew. Those kinds of people who loved destruction, would never be contend with small scale disturbance.

[It should be about sixty percent of the people] Yui said with a tone of voice that reflected her curiousity, she wanted to inspect the people and see how they were modified without dissecting them.

Masaru smiled wryly as he knew that this girl saw the potential to make use of the data to enhance the life of the devils, but she would never go in the wrong direction of a medical research even if it was for the greater good.

“You can come back” Masaru said, same as before he connected with Ulrika.

“How is it?” Masaru asked,

[Master… It’s worse than you estimated] Ulrika responded, Masaru could sense her helplessness within her voice, after talking a bit more he recalled her as well.

Swoosh!

“To think you would be correct” a husky voice was heard from behind Masaru when the windows opened revealing several black wings behind the back of a familiar middle aged man.

“I knew they would do something of this scale, but it still exceeded my expectations,” Masaru said with a wry smile, “Thanks for inspecting, Azazel”

“Your welcome” Azazel said with a forced smile, after being taught how to detect the hidden power within the vampire bodies, he felt a chill run down his spine. The familiar madman’s face emerged in his mind several times, and honestly he kept hoping that he was wrong.

“We can only wait for the moment the traitors reveal themselves” Masaru muttered, taking his seat on the couch once more flipping the pages of the Divine Grimoire. “Because there is nothing I can do to save those who became evil dragons”

“Haaa… I need a strong drink” Azazel said while heading for the mini bar located at the corner of the room.

It was destined that their visit to the Vampire nations would be…. Tragic.

Although not for them.