My Yandere Wives are Transcendents-Chapter 358: Debt Collector

The Vice Headmaster, convinced that interrupting now would enhance his standing among the council members, was further incensed by the current Headmaster's apparent gullibility in being easily deceived by a child, Asher Eli.

Just as he was about to intervene, a gentle voice interrupted him.

"OH! Hello," came the voice from behind. Turning around, he saw a crimson red-haired beauty looking at him with a calm demeanor.

"W-What are you doing here, Scarlett?" the Vice Headmaster asked with a frown.

"Well, my little brother is clearly upset for some reason, so as a dutiful big sister... and devoted wife, I should help him, right?" Scarlett said calmly, as she idly rubbed the ring on her finger.

"What are you babbling about--" Before he could finish his sentence, something struck his neck, and he collapsed like a puppet without its master.

Observing this, Scarlett sighed and cast a glare at another red-haired beauty, who simply met her gaze. Scarlett spoke, her tone tinged with annoyance, "You really had to interrupt my fun... Mother?"

"Hmph, I just don't want my daughter to get hurt," Mariel, the object of her address, offered a nonchalant shrug, her lips pursed in a display of mild displeasure.

Scarlett sighed again; she couldn't bring herself to address Mariel as 'Sister' directly like Lilith and others.... Even calling Mariel 'Mother' was a duty to her respect and small bond... That's all!!

Scarlett's internal turmoil resurfaced at the mention of maternal ties, a sense of disquiet creeping over her. Brushing aside her unease, she approached Mariel with measured steps, her expression now one of solemnity, "Merely accepting your presence does not guarantee Mia's acceptance... so tread carefully, Mother," she cautioned, her words laden with unspoken tension.

However, for Mariel, this perceived setback was merely a temporary obstacle on her path to reunion with her beloved. She was prepared to go to any lengths to be with her Love, even if it meant navigating treacherous waters or facing familial discord. To her, it was merely one hurdle among many that she was willing to surmount. Once this challenge was overcome...

Her face turned red as she just thought about that blissful night.

'Drip, Drip'

Anyway, as they approached the Arena...

"Let's engage in a little game, Lucian... I know you fancy games, don't you?" Eli proposed with a mischievous glint in his eye.

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"Why would I entertain such a proposition from you, Eli?" Lucian retorted, his brow furrowing as a sense of foreboding began to gnaw at his heart.

"Oh, come now, Lucian. You must realize you've made a blunder... Really messed up!!" Eli remarked casually, stooping to pick up some debris scattered on the ground.

"What on earth are you babbling about?" Lucian responded with a hint of disdain, still clinging to his arrogance and refusing to acknowledge any involvement in Eli's schemes. Without concrete evidence, Eli's accusations were mere childish prattle in Lucian's eyes.

Eli held the stone in his hand for a moment, his gaze fixed on it before turning his attention back to Lucian. "I'm referring to your son," he stated cryptically.

"My son?" Lucian's confusion deepened.

"Yes, he spilled everything to me... every last detail," Eli declared, tossing the stone in a specific direction with a flick of his wrist. The motion seemed almost casual, yet it carried with it a sense of purpose. "....I mean everything."

Before Lucian could interrogate him, a deafening sound reverberated through the arena.

"Thukkkk!!!"

"MY SON!!!"

Carter, who had been tending to his injured son, suddenly released a horrified cry that echoed off the walls, his voice filled with terror as he witnessed a stone seemingly materialize out of thin air and pierce his son's abdomen, leaving a gaping hole in its wake.

The sudden turn of events sent shockwaves through the arena, freezing the spectators in horrified disbelief.

A sinister smile played upon Eli's lips as he nodded in satisfaction, his eyes glinting with a chilling resolve as he turned his attention back to Lucian, "Lucian, you truly are pushing the limits of my patience," he remarked, his tone dripping with menace. "And let me assure you, I am not the same person you once knew... I am capable of far more than you can imagine.

I could fucking end your pathetic life right here and now."

The arena fell into stunned silence, the spectators frozen in disbelief at the unfolding spectacle before them.

Veins bulged on Lucian's forehead as he spoke with arrogant defiance, his voice cutting through the tense atmosphere. "Then why haven't you killed me already? Are you afraid of facing the consequences of slaying a king? Or perhaps you're simply spouting empty threats like a petulant child denied its treats?"

Eli's gaze bore into Lucian's with a mixture of incredulity and disdain. "You truly are a fool," he muttered under his breath before abruptly turning his attention elsewhere. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled another object in Carter's direction.

But this time, it wasn't a stone that pierced through the air...

"ARRHHHHH!!!"

Carter's scream of terror echoed throughout the arena as he witnessed his son's healing wound suddenly impaled by a massive... hand.

'Drip, Drip'

Lucian, feeling a warm sensation on his shoulder, slowly turned to glance at his left side, only to be met with a horrifying sight... no hand, just blood gushing forth like a breached dam.

Unlike Carter's visceral reaction, Lucian remained remarkably composed, his expression betraying no hint of surprise. Instead, he calmly inquired, "When?"

"Well, that's rather difficult to determine..." Eli replied with a pensive expression, his gaze fixed on the thing now in his possession.... a disembodied hand.

A grimace formed on Lucian's face as he hastily examined his right shoulder, finding it similarly devoid of its usual appendage, blood seeping from the raw stump.

This time, rather than hurling the gruesome object at Carter, Eli simply discarded it, his lips curling into a small smile as he regarded Lucian with a hint of amusement, "Fine art," he remarked cryptically, gesturing with his hands as if framing a masterpiece, before peering through the imaginary lens.

An exhibitionist with no hands!!!

A grotesque tableau that left the audience stunned into silence, their horrified whispers barely audible amidst the palpable tension.

The anger bubbling inside Lucian surged to its breaking point, threatening to spill over in a torrent of violence, when Eli's voice pierced the air, cutting through the tension like a knife.

"Lucian... I'm simply seeking answers from your son regarding responsibility for that incident..." Eli intoned, his tone deceptively calm as he crouched to pluck another shard of debris from the ground. "Just summon him here... I assure you, I won't kill him as I am about to do.... Carter's son." His words dripped with venom, sending shivers down the spines of those within earshot.

People swallowed hard, their throats parched with fear, as they witnessed the unfolding confrontation.

Carter, his face a mask of dread, turned towards Eli, only to find him standing before his son's healed leg, a chilling presence in the midst of the chaos.

"Hello, Mr. Carter. My name is Asher Eli, and I have come to collect a debt that you hold very dear," Eli murmured, his voice carrying a weight of inevitability as he wrestled with the unconscious form of Theo. Each word hung heavy in the air, suffused with a sense of impending doom.

"You have two options to settle your debt," Eli continued, his tone devoid of remorse as he outlined the grim choices before Carter.

"Either reveal the truth to all, or...

Kill Lucian in exchange for your son's life."

'Thud'

'Thud'

'Thud'

'Thud'

The sickening sound of severed limbs hitting the ground echoed through the arena, a gruesome punctuation mark to Eli's chilling ultimatum. In that moment, the true extent of his depravity was laid bare for all to witness.... a ruthless predator, willing to exact the most horrifying of prices to settle his score.