Chapter 42: So? Convinced? (1/2)

”{So, your impressions?}” Arima asked Night with telepathy.

”{Strong. Very powerful in fact. Even with just the first seal released, I still have goosebumps right now because of it.}”

Arima smiled, ”{Well, that's the kind of results I wanted. By the way, don't forget to take the memories of those two.}”

”{Mh, yeah, of course. But is it really necessary?}”

”{Remember I said that I would bully the humans a bit? I wasn't joking. Investigate if there are some people that need to disappear. Also, where is that woman?}”

”{Lilis? I think she watched the whole time but I'm not sure myself where she is.}”

”{Then it's okay. I'll finish what I have to do here and I'll come back soon after,}” Arima ended the conversation and cut the link.

”Well,” Night walked toward Fayla and restrained her before waking her up.

”[Penitentia Conspiciunt] (Penance Stare),” He chanted before she could even say something. Night was quite massive compared to Fayla; she couldn't escape it when such a huge pair of eyes was glaring at her. She was struck by the magic and her head began to hurt.

She grabbed her head and held for a while. Each regret she had done her best to forget resurfaced to torment her. After only a minute, she fell on her knees crying.

The flames in Night's eyes vanished. He solemnly looked at the woman crying in front of him, ”Well, you're not that bad of a person,” He calmly said to her. The fact that she was not that hurt by the 'Penance' only meant that her crimes weren't serious at all.

Night shook his head and sighed, ”But falling in love with that prince in your childhood was a really an unfortunate blunder,” He uttered and she stopped crying. Fayla raised her head and gazed at the intimidating dragon.

”…Can you help him?” She asked strangely. Maybe most people wouldn't understand what she was talking about. But Night glanced at her and smiled.

”Sure,” He turned his head toward Lanya who was dragging Drannoc on the ground like he was stained clothing. The prince was in tatters and had multiple injuries along with broken bones and a displaced jaw. Lanya had just a small cut on her cheek and had an extremely unpleasant expression on her face.

”Don't tell me you beat him like that just because of that cut, right?” Night asked and Lanya looked away. As said before, even though people can use healing magic in this world, everything depends on the healer, the injury itself, and the one who caused it. Lanya's cut was made by the prince as he converged a lot of his life force and aura.

”What did you do, seriously? The energy infused in that cut on your cheek is no joke. It feels like he used his ultimate attack for it,” Night remarked after checking the cut. He healed it in a second since his own life force surpassed Drannoc's by far. He then grabbed the prince before tossing him beside Fayla and healing him a bit at the same time.

”The second he saw me, he threw himself at me with a really infuriating expression,” Lanya responded with deep coldness in her voice.

Night wryly smiled and woke the prince up after tying him up with magic. He opened his eyes and looked around like an idiot and then his eyes fell on Lanya, ”You! How dare you?!” He shouted and then paled after remembering something. He slowly looked down at his crotch and spotted the dried blood.

Night's eyes widened and he looked at Lanya in shock, ”Don't tell me...”

Lanya became flustered really quickly and was already itching to kill that prince. Night sighed and looked at Drannoc, ”Hey, look at me in the eyes.”

”You? Fayla hasn't taken care of you already?”

Night pointed behind him with a blank expression, ”If you're looking for her, she is there.”

”What?” The prince turned around and froze when she saw Fayla sitting down with a serene face that had lost most of the coldness she had before. He scowled at the strange situation and glared at Night, ”What do you think you're doing? If something happens to me, you can be sure that you will die along with all of the spirits people. My father won't spare you. In fact, just what that woman did to me is enough to sentence all of you. You better be careful about you do.”

Night laughed and sneered, ”Ignorant prince, tell me. Do you know what I am?”

”What you are?”

”My name is Night Bahamut. It was given by Arimane Blade. I am a soul beast.”

Both Drannoc and Fayla were thunderstruck by those words.

”A soul beast…?” Fayla mumbled and an immense feeling of fear sprouted in her.

”Impossible!” The prince shouted, ”To beat Fayla, it means that you're around the late ninth level! My father is at the tenth level but even his soul beast can't beat Fayla!” He began to shout in shock to reassure himself that there is no way that someone this powerful existed.

Night grinned, ”Sorry, but it's true. If Arima wanted to, he could destroy your entire country without my help.”

The prince was speechless and started to think about what he should do, ”You don't have to think that much,” Night interrupted his thoughts. ”Your choices don't matter anymore. Do you really think that your opinion matters at this point?”

”I decide what you will do. [Penitentia Conspiciunt],” Night's eyes were ignited and Drannoc started screaming from the top of his lungs.

His state right now was a lot more daunting than Fayla. The latter paled, ”What are you doing to him?!”

”The same I did to you,” Night replied indifferently. ”But this guy's crimes and guilt he is supposed to have are not something that can be compared to yours.”

Fayla looked worriedly at Drannoc and could only wait. The prince wailed in agony for ten minutes straight. His hair had become white and his face was covered in dried tears. When he stopped screaming, his eyes had lost their past luster and was replaced by a new one.

”I'm sorry…” He bowed his head slightly and apologized in a very composed voice compared to before. That change wasn't really surprising. Truthfully, the pain and mental scars that the prince had just suffered because of 'Penance' are something that maybe even Arima wouldn't be able to resist. This magic actually neared the classification of mind control. But it was purely a magic that forced the target to regret everything vile he had done in his life.

Night nodded, ”Since I copied your memories, I only need you to do two things for me. One; return to your city and spread the information about a man named Arimane Blade. His title is the 'Kind Demon'.”

Night told the first thing and the prince slowly nodded with a vacant expression. He already knew that to redeem himself he had to at least listen to Night.

”Two; I'm going to give you a list of people and I want you to gather them within three days from now on,” Night's eyes glowed and the prince received the list telepathically. He appeared to be alarmed by something but still nodded in agreement with a fearful expression.