The Moonlight Swordsman - Chapter 401 Missing

Chapter 401 Missing

“Y-you really did it so fast,” The lady said, as she took her underwear set from Aizel.

“You can keep those magic crystals for yourself. That’s your reward. If you do more work like this for me, I will always reward you,” She further added.

“O-Okay Madam,” Aizel replied.

A synchronized neigh erupted from the horses, signaling the resumption of the carriage’s journey towards the mansion.

Meanwhile, Aizel was in deep thought. He was sitting on the floor of the carriage.

We have around 20 magic crystals.”

[We should save them, Master. You can create gold coins with your power right now. Maybe later, you will be able to create the crystals too]

Aizel looked outside of the carriage and realized the night was coming slowly, casting a beautiful orange glow across the landscape.

“What’s your name?” Suddenly the lady asked.

“Huh… Johnny,”

“How did you end up as a slave, Johnny?”

“I lost a fight against a noble, and he made me like this,” Aizel replied.

“Hmm… don’t worry Johnny. You can live a good life with me. Just swear your loyalty to me always,”

“Yes Madam,”

[By the way Master, that under..]

Shut it up,”

As soon as the carriage arrived at the mansion, Aizel re-entered the magnificent estate, accompanied by the lady.

“Johnny, I don’t have any more work for you.

“You can head to the chamber for now and take some rest,”

“T-Thank You, Madam,” Aizel said politely and bowed. And then he headed towards the underground chamber where all the slaves sleep.

Sekki, It’s time,”

[Fufu, finally!]

As he walked along the hall, Aizel stared out the window at the moonlight that illuminated the night.

Two guards stood watch over the chamber. Before entering the room, he nodded respectfully to each of them.

After an hour…

The guards showed up with a plate of food for the slaves, but when they opened the door, the room was empty.

The huge space resounded with a ghostly stillness.

A single guard fell to the ground in a state of shock. In response to this sudden development, the other sprinted upstairs to inform the others.

“THE SLAVES ARE GONE!”

Everyone in the mansion sprung into action as his cries resounded.

As many people hurried over to him to find out what was going on, others hurried over to the slave room.

*BOOOOOOOOM*

Outside the mansion, there was a tremendous explosion that startled everyone within.

The lady of the house swiftly dashed out of the room to investigate the uproar.

“WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON HERE?” She shouted from the upstairs.

“Madam, you should head inside for now. Someone is attacking the mansion. We will deal with him,” One of the Kingsley family mages replied.

“You better!” After saying that, she quickly ran towards her room.

“Head out, everyone!”

As one by one, combat mages came pouring out of the mansion, leaving others behind.

A foreboding aura enveloped the mansion as the rain poured down, casting a shadow across the moon.

An explosion had shattered the hill entrance’s gate, and the bodies of fallen guards testified to the horror that had just occurred.

In response, the gathering mages extended their senses, probing the air for the lingering echoes of malevolence.

Already ominous, the air was thick with anticipation as a clap of thunder announced the arrival of a storm.

Raindrops, like relentless warriors, pelted the mansion and its surroundings. The air crackled with energy as the mages prepared for the unknown threat.

Amidst the mayhem, a solitary mage kept his eyes locked on the watch station, where the bodies of fallen companions lay.

A flash of lightning revealed a figure that had been hiding in the darkness.

With each step, the silhouette became clearer, revealing a masked visage and the glint of dual blades with chains.

Thunder punctuated the scene, casting an eerie glow on the person in the black armor adorned with a Hannya mask.

The terror paralyzed the mage, who fell to the wet ground. Unable to move or even speak.

The oppressive presence radiating from the mysterious figure held everyone in its grip. The persistent rain and thunder clashed, creating a foreboding atmosphere that complemented the emerging scene.

The mysterious, shadowy figure was the center of attention. From the stunned crowd, a voice broke the tension with the words, “Identify yourself!” Are you insane for attacking an estate of the Kingsley family?

Aizel, assuming the guise of Satan, merely shook his head, and in an instant, he vanished from the sight of all present.

He appeared out of nowhere, behind the talking mage.

As Sekki spun around, the dual swords set off explosions all around them, and Aizel summoned a gunshot that rang out behind the mage’s head, killing him instantly.

He retrieved containers that had a distinct appearance, resembling grenades this time. Fiery blue eyes gleamed in the mask as he scattered them around.

The mages dove for cover as the canisters slowly burst into brilliant blue explosions.

He firmly pressed both hands to the ground, transforming it into a rubbery, bouncy surface that launched some mages high into the air.

While dangling in the air, they got caught in webs.

Lightning bolts rained down from the sky, shocking them one by one.

*Whistle*

In response to Aizel’s sharp whistle, Sekki transformed into a needle blade of medium size in an instant.

It darted with lightning speed, piercing the heads of the immobilized mages one by one.

“Who the fuck is this guy…

“That guy is a monster..

“We need more backup…

As Aizel’s assault continued, the mages of the Kingsley family frantically summoned more help.

Amidst the chaos, he conjured numerous clones, adding to the confusion on the battlefield.

But he wasn’t concerned about vanquishing them quickly. It appeared as though all he was doing was buying some time.

The real Aizel managed to sneak into the slave room undetected while everyone was busy fighting against copies of him.

Previously, Aizel had used his imagination to trick the two Grade II guards into thinking the room was vacant.

But the slaves within were still in a panic state. Aizel had already told them that he would assist them in escaping from their shackles.

Slave after slave escaped from the mansion as Aizel broke the back wall. Beyond it lay a sloping hill, unnoticed and unguarded amidst the chaos of Aizel’s clones engaging the Kingsley family mages.

Under Aizel’s direction, the slaves deftly descended the steep slope, making use of natural obstacles such as rocks, trees, and bushes.

A sense of both freedom and urgency permeated the air as people eagerly embraced the chance for independence and cautiously but resolutely made their way across the treacherous terrain.

Aizel’s mana sense abruptly rang out in warning, signaling imminent danger.

[Master, someone powerful is coming]

In an instant, Aizel hid his armor and mask under his assassin hood.

Someone was flying toward him at an extraordinary pace.

Just then, Erina arrived, waving her hand to summon a large magic circle beneath the slaves’ feet. In an instant, everyone, including Aizel, vanished.

The mage of the Kingsley family was a little late since he realized he had missed his chance.

He scanned his surroundings with scowls, but after a minute, he turned around and headed back to the mansion.

Aizel’s eyes fluttered open, revealing the familiar surroundings of Rias’s castle.

They stood on the grounds, where a few mages and a content Rias awaited their arrival.

Did she use the teleportation magic circle that fast? And even from one kingdom to another?”

I remember Ashlyn saying that if she used her portals to go to another kingdom without permission, she might get in trouble.”

[Master, it means that she has something, some kind of artifact, or that bitch queen has done something to her]

“A great job you have done Aizel,” Rias clapped, as she walked towards Aizel.

“You too Erina. You can now leave with them and set them to any clan to your liking.”

“Yes, Mother,” Erina said politely, bowed, and then left with the slaves who were confused.

“Can I ask something?” Aizel asked.

“Sure,”

“Why did you want to steal some slaves from Kingsley’s family? I am sure you can buy on your own,”

“Yes I can, but there are no slaves in our kingdom. And there lies a deep plan that lies behind this small mission.

“Don’t worry, you will see the whole picture soon,”

*Tsk* Now where is my prize?”

“My my, coming straight for the reward huh,” Rias summoned the Thick Tome and handed it to Aizel while ruffling his hair.

“I hope this can help you in your future endeavors.” With that said, she left from there.

[Master, you let her do it again.]

“Whatever, just look what we have now. It’s time to master the step 2, hehe,”

[Master, I don’t like her]

I don’t like her either, but we have to take full advantage of this opportunity for now.”

[Okay, as you say]

Clutching the hefty tome, Aizel strode purposefully towards the room.

Meanwhile, a meeting unfolded within the walls of Felgura Castle.

Seated around the table were the esteemed noble heads, including Vespara, the sword emperor, and Aquarian. Some high-grade mages were yet to join. At the helm of the meeting stood the king, with Zareena faithfully at his side.

“The young war god has gone missing,” The King reported.

“What do you mean by missing?” Yongiri asked.

“He went to do a private mission for Zareena and hasn’t returned yet,”