Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 98 - 97: Trouble at their Door

Although Hayne couldn’t be certain about the gate opening report, as he was away when Seiya left and couldn’t pinpoint the exact time, he was certain as hell that Seiya and his elite had been the ones to annihilate a branch of the Blind Fangs.

After all, they were among the countless individuals with grievances against them. Hayne was quite sure no one else would have had the audacity to wipe out an entire branch of the Blind Fangs—except someone like Seiya, whose danger radar was completely nonfunctional.

However, Hayne couldn’t quite understand the reason Seiya had to wipe them all out. Was the issue really that big a problem to warrant killing them all? Hayne shook his head the next second when he recalled his uncle in the hospital from the same issue so it was safe to say it was indeed a big issue.

He rose from the couch and strode toward Seiya’s room, finding him still asleep. Not wanting to disturb him just for questioning, he quietly left the room. In truth, he was relieved to see Seiya resting so soundly, his deep sleep a well-deserved reprieve after all they had endured, compounded by the immense fatigue accumulated.

Hayne instead, headed over to Seiya’s elite, Naki, who sat with Kaeliyus at the dining table, engaged in whatever was best known to them.

As Hayne approached them, he called. "Yo—" He was about calling the elite ’You’ like he always had but remembered the elite telling him his name earlier in the restroom so he swallowed back his words.

"Nanaki," Hayne called and Naki’s head immediately swept over to him. Kaeliyus’ brows narrowed in question, eyes shifting to Hayne before returning to Naki.

"Nanaki?" Kaeliyus echoed, eyes wondering at Naki.

Flicking his gaze over to Kaeliyus who sat a few distance away from him, a prideful smirk played on Naki’s lips—one never seen. It surprised Hayne a lot that his eyes widened to see clearer whether or not he was hallucinating. Kaeliyus, however, wasn’t surprised because he hadn’t really known the elite for long.

"What’s with that impertinent smile on your face?" Kaeliyus questioned, disdain growing on his face.

Even Hayne was curious to know why the elite, after so long, smiled for the first time. It was an upsetting smirk but still….

"Nanaki, he gave it to me," he revealed, smirk growing wider, eyes boring into Kaeliyus and shifting to Hayne at intervals to catch their shocked expressions.

Even though Naki didn’t exactly mention the person’s name, Kaeliyus and Hayne both knew exactly who he was referring to.

"Are you saying," Kaeliyus began, standing up from his chair and leaning over Naki so that he loomed over him. "…that my Lord, named a mere mortal like you?" He asked, expression tight with scorn.

Rather than be offended at Kaeliyis’ words and expression, Naki was unbothered, reveling more in his pride that Seiya had never named any of the others except him—he felt he was the first.

Hayne exhaled deeply, his head bowing as he ran a hand across his forehead. He stepped forward, sitting opposite Naki.

"Anyways, Nanaki," Hayne began, leaning slightly closer. "Where were you and Seiya last night?" He asked, face stern as he awaited an answer.

Naki awkwardly shifted his eyes from Hayne, reluctant to give any answer.

Sighing once more, Hayne pressed. "Then, were you both the ones who wiped out a group of Blind Fangs last night?"

Naki maintained his silence for a while before replying with a casual shrug. "I don’t know."

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Pulsing vein twitched on Hayne’s temple, his blood starting to boil but he contained it with a forced smile and continued. "Then.." he paused, eyes thick with simmering rage as he peered right into the elite’s eyes. "Can you at least enlighten me on what truly sparked this conflict with the Blind Fangs?"

Hayne’s brows twitched as he waited for the elite to speak. They weren’t only in trouble but in big trouble. Not only are the H.S Association, the police and media investigating and searching for them, there was no way the Blind Fangs would overlook such a tragedy—they would for real be crashing out right now and trying their best to locate the perpetrators—which of course, was them.

A pounding headache hammered in Hayne’s head, overwhelmed by their situation.

Without protesting, Naki agreed to tell them how it all happened. He recounted it exactly as it went in the mini-mart, without missing even a single detail.

Hayne sank back into his chair with a sigh after hearing how it all started. Meanwhile, Kaeliyus remained unbothered, unaffected even after hearing the whole matter.

"Then they’re the ones who provoked my Lord first," Kaeliyus pointed out, and Hayne immediately snapped his head toward him, clicking his tongue with a sneer.

Though Hayne’s face immediately loosened up the next second, the remark washing off his face. His thoughts couldn’t help but drift to when he had spoken harshly to Seiya, scolding him for getting into trouble and involving his uncle—a part of him thinks his words might have made Seiya feel responsible, hence, wiping out the gang. Hayne’s head dipped as he sighed lazily.

"This, all centered around the Brand we barely understand, is certainly causing a great deal of trouble," Hayne said, brows wrinkled in exhaustion.

Turning over to Kaeliyus, Hayne questioned. "You said you knew someone who knows about the Brand, why not call them in?"

"I can’t," Kaeliyus blurted almost instantly and Hayne raised a brow in question.

"Well, the person isn’t exactly here…yet," Kaeliyus paused before continuing. "I mean…he doesn’t yet want to show his face so there’s not much I can do."

Hayne sighed softly, wondering who exactly the person could be but there was too much a problem on his hands to dwell on that thought.

Not like their mini group which only consisted of four members could stand against thousands of awakeners should a fight break out with the Blind Fangs. Hayne hoped and prayed the issue doesn’t escalate any further—though he feared this was the worst it could. Discover hidden content at novelbuddy

As he lazily slouched down the chair in troubled silence, mulling over things, a thought struck him—one that jolted him up instantly.

He slammed his palms against the table as he snapped up to his feet, facial expression dark with mounting dread—cold nervous sweat beading his face as he muttered, "I-it can’t be, right?"