Chapter 82: Phoenix Sect (1/2)
I had never really thought of Yura as someone that held authority. She was more a mischievous cat that did anything she wanted. An uncontrollable little minx, if you will.
Sitting in the carriage, Yura had a curious gleam as she played with her hair with her fingers sending me odd glances every now and again, ”Are you not sad 'she' is dead?” she questioned with a dark gleam.
”Not really. Why do you ask?” I replied, knowing she was talking about Isaella.
”Well, there are rumors regarding you two. I assume that is why Selma tried to frame you?” Yura quickly explained as she awaited my response. Her eyes never blinking once. There was a trace of insanity that confused me, but...
”Umm, I'm not really sad. It's not like I knew the Queen really well. I met her twice.” I carelessly stated, why should I feel bad? It's not like I wanted to have a relationship with Isaella.
Humming with disbelief or maybe relief, Yura nodded as she turned her head towards the shadows, masking her expression from my curious eyes. It would seem like she knew something. With a light chuckle, I suddenly asked, ”Do you know how to get off this Island?”
”There are about five portals. One is held by Oswin, although that idiot has no idea how to use it.” Yura sharply responded with disdain. ”Leaving by boat is asking for death. It would take hundreds of years just to reach the nearest continent. And the monsters there are all stronger than Heavenly Transformation cultivators.”
”I can get it for you, but I am sure Bael already has plans for you. That bastard is...”
”I thought you didn't know of Bael?” I suddenly inquired with a smile that didn't reach my ears. Yura quickly paled as she realized her mistake.
Smirking, I laughed, ”It's fine. I already knew you were hiding something. Although I am more interested in that Blood Knight, named Ezra.”
At this point, I could practically feel the killing intent oozing around Yura like lava as she quivered in anger, to my surprise. With a crimson hue from her Amythse eyes, Yura grunted, scowling at me, ”Why do you ask...Do you also want to have a run at her, too, like Isaella?”
”No, no, no,” I hurried to explain as I felt a cold blade against the nape of my neck. ”I was just curious about your relationship. You two seem like you knew each other for years.”
”We know each other because we battled one another for years. Although I may be stuck here, Father would have me attend parties every now and again. We met a few times, and our rivalry started just like that.”
”Sister-in-Law has so many secrets.” An obnoxious voice suddenly sounded as a pair of arms wrapped around my neck. ”But you know, most rivals of enchanting women like you tend to be just a sexy. Care to introduce me?”
God, have I done something to deserve this? Looking at my Uncle, I grieved, ”Eroma, why are you here?” I asked, sending the ruby red Yura an odd glance.
”I am here to tell you your class will be heading to Demo to attack Fort Gravem.” Eroma explained, handing an envelope, ”Here is a detail report of who will all be there.”
”You would not come to me if it was only that?” I coldly responded as Eroma suddenly looked at Yura with hesitation.
”Ummm, I guess it's fine. She is my Sister-In-Law.” He muttered under his breath as Yura seemed to have zoned out as a little bit of drool slipped down her chin. ”Riverdale will be there, be careful. It seems the Phenix Sect has also taken an interest in you.”
”Oh them, it's fine. I don't really have plans to participate that much in this war. I have other matters at hand.”
Eroma seemed to frown, shaking his head in disappointment, ”Arsene, if that is your mentality, then they will kill you. There is a massive difference between a Sect and a Kingdom. Kingdoms must abide by an order to maintain a sense of security for their people, but Sects are different there rules tend to follow whoever is the strongest.”