165 Chapter 165: The War part 7 (1/2)
Seraph's loud shout reverberated throughout the spacious tent and halted some of the battles. Joe looked over whilst in the middle of his fight and couldn't help scrutinize Charlie, who was someone he knew that Caesar detested.
The others, on the other hand, fully trusted Charlie, as he was the son of Faust, the most loyal, and hardworking clan head. He didn't even mind when Caesar took the clan leader position, making him quite respected throughout the clan. Naturally, Charlie, who rode on his father's coattails also garnered some respect.
As such, the battles once again continued, however, Joe clutched his axe even harder as he glanced between Charlie and his current opponent. His foe was a lanky man with a mask covering his face, presumably a skilled assassin. He wielded two daggers coated with poison and Joe had to be extremely careful to not get sliced.
Ahri patted Seraph on the head and stood up from the bed while observing Charlie, who was her best friend. She trusted him, however, she knew that Caesar disliked him, and also didn't trust him. Thus, she couldn't help but look at him weirdly for a moment.
”After one of the larger battles, Caesar had caught sight of some cloaked assassins disengaging from the fight and heading in your direction, thus, he sent me to follow them and help you,” Charlie explained with a small stream of sweat dripping from his back.
”Is that so?” Ahri asked strangely as she walked a bit closer to Charlie, doubt reflecting in her eyes. She believed that Charlie was the last person Caesar would send to help her, thus, she didn't quite believe Charlie's story.
And as expected, Charlie's hand, similar to a snake, grabbed her wrist once she got closer and pulled her back. This sight was caught by Joe who immediately tried rushing towards her, but got slashed in the back, instead.
Joe, unable to turn his back on his foe, and the others also fully attentive to their battle, were not capable of helping Ahri, who was just grabbed by Charlie. His expression was cold as he threw her out of the tent where two other assassins awaited.
As he threw her, he couldn't help but glance at her expression. Surprise flashed through his eyes as he saw her completely angry look. Her violet hair seemed to fluctuate a tad bit and rise into the air, while her tails punctured her dress.
While still flying through the air, Ahri's four graceful and luscious tails fully showcased themselves. The mana contained in each one was extraordinary and the two assassins that her body was flung towards started sweating profusely.
She then beautifully flipped through the air and a darkish blue aura started to permeate from her body, ”I am so tired of being looked at as some kind of weak princess… My grandfather, my husband, and even my close friends. I AM NOT WEAK!” she roared and an extremely hot, darkish blue flame descended upon the two assassins.
It streaked across the night sky at an alarming speed and the assassins, who were still shocked, didn't have time to dodge it. It seemed to pass through their clothes and instantly disintegrate them. They didn't even let out a scream before falling to Ahri's mysterious and powerful flames.
”I am the granddaughter of Musashi, the strongest member of the fox-kin and the previous leader. The holder of the legendary and mythical nine-tailed fox bloodline and wife of the current clan leader… How dare you underestimate me.” Ahri whispered with a strong flame growing in her eyes. Perhaps, it had been far too long since she had gone all out in battle.
Her strong aura and appearance shocked the assassins, but more so Joe and the other fox-kin warriors. Since Musashi had never let Ahri fight, her strength was deeply hidden under wraps, so no one was fully aware of her true strength besides maybe Caesar.