RISE OF EROS-Chapter 608 - 607

Unaware of what was happening, Andrew and his companions traveled under Seraphine’s guidance, moving slowly and stealthily towards the city where the succubi had their base of operations.

Meanwhile, in the Duchy of Cannes, significant events were unfolding. The two weeks that Lortad had given the leaders of the assassin organization, The Black Wings, had come to an end.

During that time, the plan to assassinate Andrew had been devised, even though he was no longer in the city—a fact that neither Lortad nor anyone else knew, as they had secretly left under Seraphine’s teleportation magic.

Due to this lack of intelligence, Lortad continued with his plan, his arrogance blinding him to the fact that the supposed pawns he had enlisted were plotting against him with a well-thought-out scheme.

They had sent a loyal member to execute their plan, as he was the only slave within the entire organization, meaning there was no way he could betray them. No one knew he was a slave.

Although The Black Wings had mechanisms to identify anyone with a slave mark, the organization’s leaders had perfectly manipulated this mechanism, ensuring that their slave would not be detected.

To all the members, he was just another assassin like the rest, but his real task was to spy on the other members and report back to the leaders. Not even Lortad had discovered him, and thanks to this, he was given the mission of secretly delivering Lortad’s message to Zaros. Everyone who saw him leave assumed he was on a regular mission.

He wasn’t a high-status member, so no one suspected him. Lortad, in his arrogance, only instructed his men to watch the leaders and their close associates, not the entire organization.

Because of this, the slave went unnoticed. Moreover, when he left to deliver the letter, he didn’t travel directly to the Duchy of Cannes but took a detour, causing the watchers to lower their guard.

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When the slave finally arrived in the Duchy of Cannes, he approached the Pixoy family mansion to deliver the message. However, not just anyone could gain an audience, especially if they were unknown, so the guards refused him entry.

This put him in a tough spot as he had no idea how to fulfill his task. Fortunately, nothing escapes Zaros’ eyes in this city. From the moment he arrived, Zaros had been watching him.

Normally, he wouldn’t bother with a weakling like him, but there was something peculiar that caught his attention. Zaros’ eyes noticed the man’s slave mark. For many, it might be difficult to see, but for Zaros’ blood eyes, it was as clear as day. This piqued his interest, especially since the slave had no master, no companions, and had come directly to the Pixoy mansion.

Zaros is a highly experienced, ancient vampire and, above all, a prodigious strategist, so he immediately sensed something odd. Although slaves are common on the continent, it’s rare for them to travel alone.

Slaves are always with their masters or in the company of someone their master ordered them to accompany, so seeing the man alone was strange. A slave messenger is not unusual, but one coming from outside the city is suspicious.

No one would entrust a long-distance message to a slave. It’s not merely due to distrust, as slaves cannot disobey without suffering severe consequences, but rather, it’s considered disrespectful. Sending a weak slave is like saying the message doesn’t matter or belittling the recipient since the slave could easily die on the journey without delivering the message.

All this led Zaros to believe that whoever had sent the slave was either trying to provoke him or it was a well-thought-out strategy for delivering an important message. Considering that no one would suspect a slave of carrying a significant message from afar, Zaros’ instincts as a legendary semi-divine are told to receive him.

The more powerful a person is, the sharper their instincts, so before the guards could turn the slave away, Zaros spoke to them telepathically and instructed them to bring him to his office.

The guards were surprised by Zaros’ order and didn’t understand it, but that didn’t matter to them. They had their orders, so they followed them. For the vampires under the Pixoy family’s command, an order from Zaros was like a divine mandate.

The slave was shocked when the guards told him he would be received shortly after being rejected, but he didn’t dwell on it. His task was to deliver a letter, and now that he could do so, he didn’t need to think further. Since Lucian was with Andrew’s covert protection group in the demon realm, one of the guards escorted the slave to Zaros’ office.

Unlike Lucian, who entered the room as if it were his own, not even Demon, Zaros’ son, would dare to do so. This audacity was something only Lucian could pull off. So, upon reaching the door, the guard announced his arrival.

Soon, he received a telepathic message granting entry, and the guard opened the door but did not enter. He stood in front of the open door, bowed respectfully, and then looked at the slave, saying, "You may enter."

The slave expected to be received by the city’s duke, but upon entering and seeing Zaros, he was confused. Zaros looked at the slave seriously—not because he was powerful or anything of the sort, but because of how strange he seemed.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" Zaros asked calmly, but to the slave, each word felt like tons of rocks falling on him. The slave was a low-level expert, so merely being in the presence of someone as powerful as Zaros overwhelmed him.

Noticing this, Zaros withdrew his aura as much as he could because if he continued, the slave would be crushed under his power, even though Zaros wasn’t actively trying to intimidate him.

A moment later, the slave caught his breath and looked at Zaros in fear. He now knew he was facing a monster. He had been a slave to the leader of The Black Wings for years, so he had often been in the presence of powerful individuals.

Like now, the pressure from being before his master had overwhelmed him, but it was nothing compared to what he just felt. He immediately understood that Zaros was far more powerful than his master.

Not wanting to anger a monster like Zaros, he quickly took out a sealed letter from his pocket and knelt, offering it with both hands to demonstrate his purpose and submission. He might be a slave, but he didn’t want to die, so by kneeling and showing humility, he wanted to make it clear that he was merely a messenger and had no other intentions.

Zaros squinted at the letter. Firstly, the slave had taken it from his pocket, not a dimensional pouch, indicating that he was protecting it carefully, which demonstrated its importance. Robbery is common among travelers, especially for someone weak like this slave. Usually, thieves steal travelers’ dimensional pouches, so keeping the letter in his pocket ensured it wouldn’t be lost in case of theft.

Though thefts often end in murder, smart individuals simply don’t fight if they know they’ll lose, so this slave must have had that in mind. What caught Zaros’ attention was the wax seal on the letter. It bore the symbol of The Black Wings organization. After the first attack on Andrew, Zaros had investigated them, so he recognized it.

With a gentle motion of his hand, the letter flew from the slave’s hands and landed in Zaros’. Without inspecting it, he opened it, as his eyes had already assured him there was no trap. The slave remained kneeling in silence, and Zaros didn’t bother asking him anything. Within seconds, he read the letter, his eyes widening in surprise at its contents.

While the leaders of The Black Wings did not know Lortad’s identity, they could at least explain the plan that was to be carried out. Although they wanted to inform the one causing concern about the hooded figure in hopes of gaining assistance, Zaros immediately recognized it as one of Lortad’s schemes.

It wasn’t particularly impressive to figure this out—the letter stated that the same client who had commissioned Andrew’s assassination was forcing them to attack, and Zaros already knew that client was Lortad.

Feeling a bit saddened by the fact that his former sworn brother would soon come with ill intentions, he was momentarily disheartened, but not for long. "You may leave. Your message has been delivered. Tell your master I will assist as much as I can," Zaros said. Read latest chapters at novelbuddy

The slave did not dare delay and immediately nodded to show his understanding before leaving. In his office, Zaros reread the letter, contemplating what he should do next. Although Lortad, whom he once considered a brother, had strayed from the right path, Zaros still felt unprepared to deal with him. It wasn’t fear of his power but rather the nostalgic feelings that clouded his judgment.

Therefore, he decided to contact Elidyr, Arion, and Lugia about the matter. Before they departed, they had left a way to communicate with them, so knowing he wouldn’t be able to handle Lortad alone, he sought their help.