Chapter 676: True Demonlord [7] (2/2)
”Isn't it just influence from the Haggard Dynasty?”
”No, not at all. He's worked hard to gain the title of Viscount. From what aunt said, he rarely uses the money they send, even if he uses it, the amount is instantly repaid with interest.”
”No need to embarrass me, big sister. You're the strongest enemy I had to fight, wit and strength-wise. I doubt I could best thee in single-combat at my state, you've achieved what mortals only dream about.”
”I don't get it,” complained Loftha, ”-friend or foe?”
”Family,” they replied, ”-we're family.”
”Sister Eira, it's rather late. We should head for Melmark.”
”Stay the night,” interjected Igna, ”-with the state of things, tis unsure if the helicopter would land safely.”
”He's right,” she stood, ”-I'll go freshen up.” Before she spun, Aceline arrived with a stern expression.
”Aceline?” Loftha's face flushed.
”Yes, and who might you be?”
”I CAN'T BELIEVE ITS YOU,” she vaulted over the couch, ”-can I have an autograph!”
”A fan,” chuckled Igna, ”-how very innocent, for a lady who bears such a standoffish personality.”
”Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, ”-lady Aceline, why are you in the company of this man?”
”Cause we're friends, I don't understand the question. Igna's a nice person, I think, I hope.”
”Oh, come on,” he swiftly stepped to Vanesa's makeshift bed, ”-think what you may, at the end of the day, I'm my own person.”
”Aw,” she mushed her lips in a comforting manner, ”-did I make you angry.”
No words said, he picked the mistress of sleep, who opened her eyes, recognized him, then slept. They crossed paths to the corridor, ”-check the arcanum,” she whispered. The crowd diffused across the manor. The future empress would take to the showers than make for the bar. The star-stricken Loftha would glue to Aceline and head for the studio. Éclair took to the kitchen, as for Igna and Vanesa, the study felt the better choice.
'Why did she say check the Arcanum?' the computer toggled, the book-filled interior brought a sense of calmness and inspiration.
'Let's check Hwan,' the follower count of 50 thousand, increased to 70 thousand. Not that it mattered, the photos of the scenery, the true upheaval came from Thwan. After a few people discovered it, Éclair updated the profile and posted a few messages as means to test the site. To his surprise, a few famous people from Odgawoan, most specifically, the official account of the town's law enforcement, quoted a video from the interview, and wrote, ”-us, from the department, are very grateful for the support.” Under which, other celebrities requoted said video and statement, ”-we know the underworld's involved in the town, it's not news. I firmly stand behind the Viscount, he truly knows what's important. On behalf of my team and I, thank you,” quoted Misty from the radio show.
The statement gained traction; they went on to ask countless hard-hitting questions on the official Greenlight page. The follower count went from a few hundred to three thousand, many of whom were celebrities. Even the news anchor quoted, ”-glad to say Viscount Haggard answered the proposition and gave prospective. The department has exhaled a sigh of relief. As the people, we should be wary and call out those who don't stand by their words.”
'This is what she meant,' a constant feed of messages bombarded the feed, '-I guess my words were heard, why, there's no proof to say to back the sudden chance of fate.' Therein, Julius linked a video from Lokka titled, ”-our response to Count Oathtall.” There, countless vigilantes who've fought in the battle, covered in bandages, gave short clips of their experiences. The complication of the injured sufficed to built public favor. The medics credited the unwavering will to help, the nonchalant attitude towards a potentially deadly illness for the sake of human decency.
”Good work,” said a message, ”-everyone from Apexi wishes thee well, cousin.”
'Turned out better than expected. The massacre was our doing, our tracks have been covered. We need insurance, those who know too much must perish. 02 from Unit Zero's worked for years in Cimier, might be about time to call him back.'
Headlights flickered at the vampiric gates, ”-Master,” said Éclair, ”-they're here.”
'About time,' he left the study, '-Raven's have successfully taken control of Luon, or so I hope. If not, we might need to use force.' Off the lift and towards the lobby, an injured Kul hung on a bloodied Asmodeus at the entrance, ”-we're home…” they said and fell.