The Weight of Loss Final

There is nothing more satisfying than destroying the life of someone I utterly despise. Since achieving S-Rank, I've exacted **** on countless fools who dared to look down on me for being a bastard. The ecstasy of crushing their spirits and watching their despair is intoxicating.

I especially enjoyed ruining the lives of my half-brother and stepmother. Yet, none of that compares to the sheer bliss I derive from witnessing Darx's face contorted with agony and disbelief. The face Darx is doing witnessing the woman he loves being fucked by me is priceless. Me—the very same man who did the same to his childhood friend Amelia and now has his mother, Ilene, as my devoted wife. The thrill of knowing that I have turned his life into a living nightmare is beyond words.

Darx just stood still in shock, watching without even being able to speak as I kept fucking his girlfriend's pussy in front of him. Her moans of pleasure and my smug grin only seemed to make his inner turmoil worse.

"A..., NhAahn.... Mnn... Ahh... Ahhh..."

"I-I can feel it in your pussy... you're about to come, aren't you!? ...Do it! I know how much you enjoy my cock inside of you," I teased her triumphantly.

"HAAAAA! I.... MN... CUMM.." Syvis shouted, raising her head, revealing her face from her hair. Her face, with closed eyes, showed the ecstasy she was feeling.

Syvis whimpered and bit her lip as she tried to hold back her moans, but I could see the telltale signs that she was close to orgasm. Without missing a beat, I increased the speed of my thrusts and focused on making her cum.

"...Yes, let it out! Cum! You deserve this, Syvis..." I said, enjoying Syvis's body and knowing this was destroying Darx, "You are my woman now, S-Syvis! I'm... c-cumming claiming your pussy! Take it all!"

Soon after, a look of pure bliss crossed Syvis' face as she cried out in ecstasy. Her body trembled and convulsed with pleasure as she reached her climax, causing me to smirk even wider. As I released all my cum into Syvis' dripping pussy, she too experienced a powerful orgasm that left her weak and panting on the bed, her limbs still twitching with aftershocks.

With my cock still inside Syvis and after catching my breath, it was time for the final act, "Well, well, it seems we have a peeper," I said, turning around to face Darx, "What do you think, Darx? Did you like the show?"

As I spoke, I felt Syvis's body tense on my cock. Still panting, she slowly turned her head to look at the door, "D-Darx..." Syvis murmured. Her expression was one of absolute terror.

Syvis, upon seeing Darx, got out of bed, trying to cover her naked body after sex with a pillow while my cum was still dripping from her pussy down her thighs.

"...Why?" These were the only words Darx could convey in a broken voice.

Even though this was not something I had planned, it worked out in my favor. The relationship between Syvis and Darx is now in shambles. Syvis will no longer go with Darx to the territory of the Dark Elves. The feeling of victory that I was feeling at that moment was unmatched. I humiliated Darx in the most devastating way imaginable, and now both Ilene and Syvis are in the palm of my hand. There's only one piece left to complete my victory. If Darx dares to attack me, I'll have the perfect excuse to eliminate him once and for all.

Ilene has been under the effects of my skill [Broken will] for so long that I know she will forgive me even if I kill her son. From the experience of using my skill for so long I know Ilene cannot live without me anymore. Ilene love for me is now an obsession that Ilene cannot escape. I am sure of that!

Without Darx, I would also be able to take advantage of all of Syvis's weaknesses and make her mine permanently.

"Now that you've seen, there's no need to hide anything anymore," I said, full of malice, trying to get Darx to attack me, "This isn't the first time Syvis and I have shared such passionate encounters. Syvis wanted to shield you from the truth for a while, to soften the blow. But now that you know, there's no need for any more pretenses."

"D-Darx, t-that's not true! Y-You have to give me a chance to explain!" Syvis yelled, trying to excuse himself, but it was in vain.

Syvis, with tears streaming down her face, tried desperately to calm Darx and excuse her actions. But there was no turning back. Darx was teetering on the edge of total despair, and I was here to give him that final push. "It seems this is your destiny, Darx..." I said, my voice dripping with venom as I nonchalantly put on my clothes, "Syvis has chosen me, just like Amelia and Ilene did before her. You never knew your place, and now you've lost everything because of that." I then locked eyes with him, letting the full weight of my words sink in, and smiled with cold satisfaction. "Syvis is my woman now! Piss off!"

Just as I wanted, Darx's anger boiled over, and he recklessly launched himself at me, abandoning any thought of defense. I easily countered his attack with a swift kick that sent him hurtling into the wall, shattering it upon impact. Dust billowed into the air, obscuring the scene.

As I walked into the hallway, I could hear Syvis frantically trying to gather herself and get dressed amid the turmoil. Through the dust, I spotted Darx lying on the ground, clutching his side in obvious pain. It was clear that my kick had broken a couple of his ribs. The sight of him writhing in agony filled me with a twisted sense of satisfaction. This was the moment I lived for—the sweet, undeniable proof of my dominance.

I stopped for a second, looking down at Darx, savoring the moment, "Infiltrate a rival guild without permission, attack a member—all crimes that justify self-defense regardless of the results for the aggressor," I said, walking slowly with deliberate, intimidating steps, "You have finally given me the opportunity to end your misery," I locked eyes with Darx, smirking, 'You finally got to witness what I've been planning all along." At that moment, I made my dagger appear in my hand.

Syvis then emerged from the hole in the wall, fully dressed trying to stop me, "Kase, if you think I'll let you lay a hand on Darx, you're mistaken. Even if it costs me my life, I won't let you harm him!"

Hahahaha! Seriously... Syvis really wants to act the hero when she still has my cum inside her pussy? How hypocritical a person can be when she is the one who really destroyed his soul. Syvis seemed determined to stop me, but not even Syvis could stop me on this occasion. This time, I-

Ah? ....W-What was that?

My gaze shifted from Syvis to Darx when I sensed something strange was happening. All of a sudden, dark, ominous steam began to emerge from Darx's body, shrouding him in an eerie dark aura. W-What is going on? What is he doing? What is this feeling? This doesn't feel like a normal skill. Why are my instincts telling me to escape?

I need to kill him fast!

I was about to attack and finish the job when Darx stood up, letting out a distorted, infernal roar that **** me to cover my ears. Darx's dark aura grew much more, covering his whole body, allowing me only to see his spectral red eyes. I-I don't understand. I was about to win...

At that moment, I didn't realize that I had awakened something that should not exist in this world.

I fought against Darx. However, Darx wrapped in that spectral aura was something that even my S-Rank skills couldn't kill. I thought I could win when Arthur and the rest arrived, but it seemed like Darx's power just kept growing. It was as if that darkness had no end. It felt like something demonic, something evil, was on his side. Agnes later came to put things in our favor, but once again, when I had Darx on his knees and I was ready to give Darx the final blow, once again, things went against me—however, this time, I paid a heavy price. I lost my arm, and as if that were not bad enough, Amelia even appeared out of nowhere after being missing for months, trying to kill me from behind.

Everything went to hell... Several members of Oblivion, as well as Agnes, lost their lives. What happened? I don't understand... What the hell is Darx? I don't understand... I don't understand... I-I'm elite! I am an S-Rank....why...why am I so afraid of him?

In my last moments of consciousness, I saw a dark, sinister owl in the sky, sucking everyone's mana. I had lost a lot of blood, and now that owl seemed to be sucking the very life out of me. Is this my end? Is this how I will die? I was about to win... then... why... I...

Am I going to die?

After what felt like a really long sleep, I opened my eyes. The world around me swam in an indistinct haze as I stirred from the depths of unconsciousness. My limbs felt heavy, and my head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that refused to subside. As my vision gradually focused, I realized I was not in my bed or room. I was in a room with gray walls, lying on a small bed with white sheets with a recognizable aroma of medicinal flowers. What happened? Where am I? I tried to piece together the fragments of my memory, but they slipped through my grasp like wisps of smoke. After calming down and looking closely, I recognized I was in The Knights Hospitaller Guild.

How.. did I get here? The last thing I remember was... y-yeah, I was in a fight against Darx. In an instant, all the memories of that night returned to my head. My breathing became agitated, and my body began to shake.

I slowly propped myself up, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through my body. Taking a deep breath, I surveyed my condition. My entire body was swathed in bandages. But what caught my attention was the thick wrapping that covered the right side of my head, obscuring my right eye's view. Even more distressing was the sudden realization that my right arm was missing – only a heavily bandaged stump remained around my elbow.

"W-What?" I whispered, the word barely escaping my lips before being swallowed by the room's oppressive silence.

"W-Why?" I said, trying to grab my non-existent right arm with my left hand.

How could this be? My heart raced as an icy fear slithered down my spine. My right arm... it was gone. Why haven't the healers regenerated my arm? My thoughts raced, each more **** than the last, when the door to my room creaked open.

A young healer girl, probably a new recruit no older than sixteen, cautiously stepped into the room. Her eyes widened upon seeing me awake.

"Y-You're awake!" She stammered.

"TELL ME WHY MY ARM HASN'T BEEN REGENERATED!" I demanded, voice strained with a mixture of despair and anger.

"Uh, I-I don't know," She admitted, her nervous gaze darting away from my stare, "B-But I can bring the healer who treated you to answer your question."

"DO IT! FAST!" I yelled through gritted teeth, frustration boiling within. As the bitch hurried out of the room, I tried to get out of bed, but my legs buckled under the weight of my weakened body. I fell back onto the bed, cursing under my breath.

Moments later, the door swung open again, revealing an elderly man with a silver beard and glasses. I recognized him. According to Agnes, he is one of the best healers in existence. Agnes once mentioned that she had tried to recruit him in the past, offering him a lot of money, but he always refused.

Behind him, Mili and Elan also entered the room.

"Brother, you're awake! We were so worried about you," Mili exclaimed with tears in her eyes as they approached my bedside.

"Easy now," Cautioned the old healer, eyeing my attempts to sit up, "Don't move. You're still weak from your injuries."

"Enough with the pleasantries," I snapped, "Why hasn't my arm been regenerated?"

The old healer looked at me for a few seconds in silence as if analyzing me, "We managed to heal most of your other wounds, but as for your arm... we have tried to regenerate it several times with different healers and skills, but we have not succeeded," The healer said solemnly, his wrinkled face taking on a serious expression.

"IMPOSSIBLE! You're one of the best healers around, aren't you?" I spat, my anger rising with every passing second.

"Indeed, young man," He replied, maintaining his patience, "I have a rare skill that allows me to regenerate body parts. It's something I've done many times. However, regenerating your arm and healing the burn on your face has proven to be beyond me or the other healers of The Knights Hospitaller Guild. Believe me, we have tried several methods, but so far, nothing has worked."

What is he saying? I clenched my left fist, feeling a mixture of disbelief and rage swirl within me. My right arm was gone, just like that? And nothing could be done about it? My heart pounded in my chest as I processed this devastating reality.

"Unacceptable! You're supposed to be the best, aren't you?" I fumed, my anger spiraling out of control, "Damn it all!" I shouted, slamming my remaining hand against the bed, "T-This can't be happening!"

"I understand your anger, young man," The healer said softly, his voice full of empathy, "But sometimes, there are limits to what even the most skilled of us can accomplish."

"B-Brother, the healers did everything they could. I have witnessed that." Mili added, putting her hand on mine, looking concerned for me.

"We had no problems healing your internal wounds and the stab wounds on your back; however, somehow, it seemed that whatever caused the wound on your arm and face is blocking regenerative and healing magic," The healer said, putting his hand on his chin, "I was waiting for you to wake up and tell us exactly how you lost your arm so we can maybe understand what's going on and find a way to help you."

Even though I was still very frustrated, I told him how the wounds on my arm and face were made by the strange dark energy that Darx was generating, which felt demonic.

"A dark demonic energy..." The healer said thoughtfully as he listened to me, "Interesting."

"Kase, we'll figure something out," Elan reassured, "But first, you need to fully recover."

"Yes," Mili chimed in, her eyes filled with concern, "We're all here for you. We'll figure something out, together."

"Elan," I said, my voice wavering with a mix of anger and impatience, "Bring Celeste here. She also has a skill that can regenerate body parts. Hurry! If these incompetents can't do it, I'll make Celeste regenerate my arm."

Elan's expression changed to one of sorrow. He hesitated before speaking, "Kase... Celeste is in a coma. She's been like this since the fight. We don't know when, or if, she'll wake up."

"What?" Were the words that came out of my mouth on their own.

"Celeste had no mana left when the owl started absorbing everyone's mana," Elan continued, "Similar circumstances befell nearby civilians who lacked substantial mana reserves. The owl persisted in its attempt to drain their mana, despite their depleted state, resulting in their current condition."

I felt my heart drop at his words. Celeste was my last hope, and now even she couldn't help me. CURSE! They are all fucking useless! My mind then raced back to the battle against Darx, remembering how Celeste had tried to heal my arm amidst the chaos. Celeste mentioned that she was not being able to regenerate my arm for some inexplicable reason. Does that mean that Celeste won't be able to help me even if she wakes up?

Fuck! Fuck!

"Dammit!" I cursed under my breath, my anger boiling over, "Elan," I croaked, trying to regain control over my emotions, "How long was I out? And what happened after the fight?"

"Four days, Kase. You've been **** for four days," Elan said solemnly. "After the battle... we lost Diva and Agnes. And as I mentioned earlier, Celeste is in a coma. Besides that, several of our adventurers who participated in the fight are injured and are being treated here.

The reaffirmation that Agnes died hit me like a ton of bricks. My memories of the fight are still a little blurry, but I remember seeing Agnes fighting Darx while Celeste tended to my wounds.

"How exactly did she..." I asked without being able to look up.

"Agnes fought bravely as expected of the Oblivion Guild Master," Elan responded, sadness noticeable in his voice, "However, Agnes was hit by the same dark beam that took your arm away. Agnes ultimately died protecting Syvis."

Even though I didn't care for most people, Agnes had always been there for me. It felt strange knowing that she was... gone.

"What about Darx?" I muttered, my voice choked with emotion, "Is he dead?"

"...He escaped," Elan replied, his face turning to anger, "After the strange owl absorbed everyone's mana, we all lost consciousness, and since no one found his body, it is clear that Darx managed to escape."

"THAT BASTARD!" I shouted, my anger flaring up once again.

He cut off my arm and killed Agnes, and he just gets to escape!? This is an absolute joke! My nostrils flared, and I clenched my remaining fist tightly. This is all Darx's fault! He is going to pay! I swear!

"Kase, calm down," Mili interjected, her expression a mix of worry and sympathy, "We will find him, but right now, you need to focus on your recovery."

"Fine," I grumbled, trying to suppress my anger for the moment, "Where is Syvis and Ilene? Why is my wife not here?"

"Syvis... I don't know where she is right now," Elan admitted, shifting uncomfortably, "But Ilene is in your mansion."

"Is that so?" I asked, a slight feeling of relief washing over me, knowing Ilene was nearby, "Why isn't she with me here? She should be by my side."

Mili hesitated briefly before answering, "I'm not exactly sure, brother. Three days ago, Ilene tried leaving the city, but the guards stopped her at the gates. Since then, she hasn't left her room, as far as I know."

"I-Ilene, try to leave the Riledo?" I mumbled, more to myself than anyone else. A sudden pang of insecurity tightened my chest. Was Ilene planning to leave me behind after all that happened? But that was impossible. My skill should still be active on her.

"Kase..." Mili started, placing her hand gently on my shoulder, "Don't worry too much. Ilene loves you very much! She talks about you all the time. When it comes to you, Ilene acts like a maiden in love despite her age, which is a bit creepy. Even so, I'm sure it must be difficult for her to accept what happened to her son. Ilene just needs time."

"Maybe...," I murmured, staring blankly at the ceiling. What had driven Ilene to try to leave the city? Was she thinking of going in search of Darx?

"Rest now, Kase," The healer said gently, "We'll keep searching for a way to heal you. But first, you need to regain your strength. Now that the conflict with the Demons has begun, we need our S-Ranks in the best possible condition."

"Enough of this," I said firmly, sitting up in the bed with difficulty, "Help me get to my mansion. I need to see Ilene."

"A-Are you sure, brother?" Mili asked, concerned, "I think it's best for you to stay here until you fully recover, as the healer suggested. You're still weak after everything that's happened."

"Doesn't matter," I replied, gritting my teeth against the pain that shot through my body as I tried to stand, "I don't want to be here another minute."

"Alright, let us help you," Elan agreed, stepping forward to support me along with Mili.

By the time we arrived at my mansion, I began to feel marginally better. Though still weak, I managed to walk slowly on my own. Elan attempted to discuss guild matters with me, but that didn't matter to me now. I first wanted to make sure everything was okay with Ilene. Once Elan departed, I ascended the staircase leading to my bedroom, where Mili informed me Ilene would probably be. I opened the door and saw Ilene sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor with a sad expression.

"Ilene..." I called softly as I entered the room. She looked up at me, startled. Her eyes were red and puffy as if she had been crying, "Are you okay?" I asked, stepping closer. Ilene didn't respond, making me uneasy.

She stood up a few steps away in front of me, her eyes cold and serious. My heart raced as I tried to gauge what was going through her mind.

"Ilene, I-" I tried to spek.

"I know everything!" Ilene said coldly, "I know that my son found you in bed with his girlfriend Syvis, and that was what started all the misfortunes that followed," Ilene paused briefly before continuing, glaring at me, "Kase, how could you? You lied to me! YOU TRIED TO KILL MY SON!"

"Wait, hold on," I interjected defensively, "While it's true that Darx discovered me with Syvis, everything that unfolded afterward was not on me. Darx initiated the altercation by trespassing into the Guild and launching an attack on me. Darx came after me with killing intent. What did you expect me to do? Let him kill me? I merely defended myself and my Guild. I wanted to protect the people I care about."

"Care about?!" Ilene spat, her anger boiling over, "You mean Syvis!?" Ilene said sarcastically. Then, full of rage, she grabbed me by my clothes tightly, pressing me against the wall, "You don't care about anyone but yourself! You betrayed me, and now you want to pin all the blame on my son!"

"I-It's true... I lied to you..." I said, trying to stay calm, even though Ilene had me against the wall, pressing my chest tightly, "In the past, when you and I weren't together yet, Syvis and I had a fleeting romance behind Darx's back, which I thought had ended after Syvis disappeared into the cave."

[Broken will]

Given the situation, I used my skills to mitigate her anger and reinforce her feelings of love for me.

"I wasn't truthful about that, but my love for you has always been genuine," I persisted, "You are my first wife and always will be! I really thought I wouldn't see Syvis again. However, after Syvis returned, both my feelings and hers were still present. I acknowledge my mistakes and mishandling of the situation, yet I also love Syvis, and I wish to make her my wife in the future. I am a nobleman, having multiple wives is an eventuality. You knew that from the beginning. I know that will be difficult for you to accept at first, but-"

"But what?" Ilene, using more **** and seeing me with even more hatred, asked.

[Broken will] I used my skill on her again.

"Lying to you was entirely my wrongdoing, and I deeply regret it, but you can't hold me accountable for the ensuing events," I asserted, keeping my composure, "Darx's behavior was far from normal, as you witnessed. He's responsible for Agnes's and other Oblivion members' deaths. My actions were in defense of my own life and that of my allies. Nothing more. I'd make the same choices again, even if the cost were the same," I lifted what remained of my right arm, displaying my injuries to Ilene, "You ought to hold Darx accountable for his deeds. Not me."

[Broken will]

"I just can't... I can't forgive you..." Ilene released me, clenched her fists, tears welling in her eyes, "I've made up my mind. I'll end our marriage and leave the city to find my son."

My chest tightened at her words, and a wave of panic crashed over me. I couldn't lose her — not now when everything seemed to be falling apart. "Ilene, please—"

[Broken will]

"P-Please, what, Kase?" Ilene's voice cracked as she tried to maintain her composure, "If it weren't for the guards not letting me leave the city at this moment, I wouldn't be here anymore. I love you, but I just can't forgive you!"

[Broken will] I used my skill on Ilene repeatedly. It is the first time that someone has managed to resist my skill so much.

"Listen," I pleaded, desperation seeping into my tone, "You said you tried to leave the city, but the guards didn't let you. I know you. If you really wanted to leave me and go find Darx, you would have found a way. But you didn't, Ilene. You didn't because deep down, you want to be with me. You love me just as much as I love you!"

Ilene stared at me with watery eyes, torn between anger and heartache. As I looked into her gaze, my heart raced, and my mind searched for the words that would keep her from walking away forever.

"I can no longer see my life without you, and I'm sure you feel the same," I continued, breaking out of Ilene's grip with all the strength I had and hugging her, "It's time for you to choose me over your son, my love. Remember our love, Ilene. Remember the future we planned together," I said, feeling how Ilene's body was beginning to soften, a sign that my skill was finally affecting her, "We can still have that life. Stay with me."

As Ilene's emotional defenses crumbled under the influence of my skill, tears streamed down her cheeks, "I...I can't lose my son... Not again..."

Ilene hugged me back and started crying in my chest, knowing that she most likely wouldn't see Darx again in a long time. I held her tightly as she cried while I had a smile on my face, knowing that Ilene was finally choosing me over her son.

"I'm here for you, my love," I whispered into her ear, trying to comfort her, "I still haven't forgiven Darx, but I promise I will help you find your son."

I have a vested interest in locating Darx, but not for the reasons my wife will suspect. My next encounter with Darx will be his last; I intend to end him once and for all. However, it would be advantageous for me if Ilene believes that I am genuinely helping her reunite with her son. She's well aware of my vast resources and my connections to find anyone, no matter where they hide. If Ilene is under the impression that I'm aiding in her search for Darx, it will make it much easier to manipulate her into accepting Syvis as my second wife. The more I deceive her, the tighter my control becomes, and the sweeter my ultimate victory will be.

While Ilene cried into my chest while I hugged her, my body reached the limit, and I lost strength in my legs.

"K-Kase, what's wrong?" Ilene said, holding me up so I wouldn't fall to the ground.

"S-Sorry," I replied, "Actually, I just woke up, and my body is still very weak. The healer told me I should stay in bed, but I couldn't resist the urge to come and see you."

Ilene helped me lie down on the bed, and for the next few days, she faithfully stayed by my side, assisting me as I recovered. Initially, the atmosphere between us was tense, but gradually, thanks in large part to the continuous use of my skill, the tension dissipated. Yet, I sense that not all of Ilene's resentment towards me has entirely vanished. Although she mostly looks at me with love, there are moments when her suppressed anger momentarily blossoms into a gaze full of rage directed at me before quickly disappearing. At other times, I see her with a distant look, likely thinking about her son. If only Ilene could get pregnant, I would impregnate her right now so she could shift her attention from Darx to our baby.

The good thing is that Ilene's dependency on me has grown to the extent that she seems unable to function without me, much like Amelia when she was in complete control of my skill. Ilene would do anything just to make me happy. Ilene gave up the idea of ​​divorcing or searching for Darx, leaving me behind. For now, I tried to avoid the subject of Syvis, but I know that at this point, Ilene can't live without me, just like I can't live without her. When the time comes, Ilene will accept Syvis as my second wife. I'm sure of that.

My only worry is if my skill over Ilene were to stop functioning. Amelia made it clear just how dangerous that can be. I was fortunate that Amelia lacked offensive magic and only attempted to kill me with a dagger. On the other hand, Ilene possesses formidable offensive capabilities that could be extremely dangerous if she turned against me in a **** moment. I must ensure that my skill remains intact within Ilene, no matter the circumstances.

In the morning, Ilene informed me about Agnes's funeral. However, given my weak state, I could not attend. Even so, from what Ilene told me, many people gathered to say their last goodbye to the respected Guild Master of Oblivion. I was sad, and I will miss Agnes. Nevertheless, with Agnes gone, that means I am the new Guild Master of Oblivion.

"Kase, the Guild Master of Oblivion," I said with a smile, "It sounds good!"

These days that I have only been able to rest in my bed, two pressing questions plagued my mind incessantly. How did I end up losing against Darx? How the hell did Darx get such power? Did a demon really possess Darx, or was it something else?

Simultaneously, I couldn't shake off my curiosity about Syvis's current whereabouts and actions. I don't know where she is or what she is doing. I really hope Syvis hasn't left [Riledo]. Lying beside Ilene in bed, both naked, our bodies entwined, I found myself contemplating how Syvis would react the next time our paths crossed. These thoughts lingered as I drifted into a fitful sleep, haunted once again by nightmares about Darx.

On the third day, I felt much better. My personal healer told me that the healers from The Knights Hospitaller Guild healed all my wounds, and after resting for a few days, I felt good enough to go out.

It was time to return to my Guild and take my rightful position as the new Guild Master of Oblivion. I got dressed getting ready to go out. Nevertheless, I have been avoiding looking in the mirror. The horrible burn on the upper right side of my head has ruined my attractive face. Ilene says she doesn't care, but I do. Every time I look in the mirror, it is a reminder of my humiliating defeat. And not to mention the loss of my dominant arm. Every time I see my missing arm, I remember that moment. T-The m-moment Darx... al-most...

Suddenly, I started hyperventilating. I felt like I was losing control of my body. My body began to shake as I remembered how Darx locked down on me. Those red eyes wrapped in darkness... I can't shake the fear I felt at that moment. I-I was about to...

"Kase, are you okay?" Ilene hurried to ask me when she saw me acting strange.

"Ah?" I asked, confused since, for a moment, my mind took me to that instant, "I-I'm okay..."

Seriously... W-What is wrong with me...

"Are you sure?" Ilene asked me, looking concerned for me, "You turned pale, and you are sweating. If you still don't feel well, you don't have to go to the Guild today."

"I-I was just dizzy. Don't worry." I insisted, "Let's go. I'm sure the Guild needs its leader."

It took a few minutes for my body to stop shaking and my breathing to return to normal. Afterward, Ilene and I left the mansion and headed to the guild building.

Upon arriving at the Guild, I noticed the building's repairs had already started. In front of the guild entrance, I took a deep breath, puffing out my chest. This is a new beginning for me. Not only will I be one of the most powerful but also one of the most influential persons as an S-Rank Guild Master of Oblivion. I will have influence over the nobles and the underworld.

The first thing I will do is use the guild members to hunt down Darx and kill him as soon as possible.

With a confident smile on my face, we entered the Oblivion guild building, thinking that as the new Guild Master, everyone would show me respect. However, Ilene and I were surprised to find very few adventurers inside, and those who were present glared at me weirdly.

"Looks like they weren't expecting me," I muttered under my breath, trying to maintain my composure despite the hostility in the air.

We walked towards Agnes' office, which I now considered mine, but before we could enter the hallway, several members of Oblivion blocked our path. The tension was evident, their faces stern and cold.

"Kase, where do you think you are going?" One of them said, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Excuse me?" I responded, letting a bit of anger seep into my tone, "Where I go is none of your business. If I were you, I'd be careful how you talk to your Guild Master if you don't want to face the consequences."

"Agnes was our Guild Master!" Another member burst out, "And now she is dead because of you!"

The present members began to approach Ilene and me, surrounding us. Everyone looked at me with hostility while an uncomfortable silence filled the room.

I was not expecting this.

"Enough!" Ilene interjected, glaring at them, "We've all been through enough. Let's not make this worse by fighting among ourselves."

I clenched my jaw, trying to control my emotions. What is going on? Even these idiots know that I would be the Guild Master after Agnes. Why are they acting like this?

"Tell me what's going on here," I demanded, my patience wearing thin, "Why are you all acting like I'm the enemy? I lost an arm protecting this Guild, and this is how I am welcomed?"

"Protecting?" A female member scoffed, "Agnes protected the Guild. On the other hand, we all know what happened. It was you and the Dark Elf whore that made that demon boy attack our Guild. And now Agnes is dead!

"MY SON IS NOT A DEMON!" Ilene yelled, enraged.

"Oh, that's true. You're married to the mother of the DEMON that attacked our Guild and killed Agnes," The same adventurer continued, "I wonder if you two planned everything to get rid of Agnes and take her place."

"Arthur told us everything!" Another added, "Did you two really expect us to be waiting for you with open arms?"

"No one here wants you as our Guild Master!"

"Get out!"

"Fuck off!"

Did Arthur tell them? That son of a bitch... He's going to pay!

"Is that so?" I sneered, anger boiling inside me, "Well, let me tell you something: I don't care what any of you want. If you don't want Oblivion to end up as a deplorable guild with no S-Rank like Midnight Dawn, then you'd better not stand in my way," Looking intimidating, I pulled out my dagger in my remaining hand and continued, "And if any of you really have the balls to challenge me, an S-Rank, I'll be happy to shut your impetuous mouths."

The members exchanged uneasy glances, but no one spoke up.

I glared at each of them, trying to make it clear how serious I was. Ilene gripped my arm, her eyes pleading with me to calm down.

Just as I was about to raise my voice again, the guild doors swung open, and a castle messenger stepped in, "Kase and Ilene, by order of Queen Zara, you are both summoned to the castle immediately."

The room fell silent as everyone turned their eyes to us.

"What for?" I asked.

"I was not informed of the reason." He responded.

Being summoned to the castle as soon as I leave my mansion? Was I being watched?

"Fine," I said through gritted teeth. I gazed at the guild members before turning to Ilene, "Let's go."

Without another word, we left the Guild's tense atmosphere behind us and made our way to the castle. I wanted to put them in their place, but it seemed like, for now, I had more pressing matters to attend to.

As we made our way to the castle, I initially thought the Queen wanted to meet me to discuss matters concerning my new role as Guild Master of Oblivion. However, upon entering the throne room, it became evident the meeting had a broader agenda.

Several people were present. At the far end of the room, Queen Zara sat on her throne, looking at me with her piercing gaze. Her guardian dog, Zhoron, stood to her right, while Amber, the new Queen's adviser, was on her left. Beneath the elevated area were more people. Aelbrecht, the guild master of Dark Dragons; Stella, the guild master of Midnight Dawn; and son of a bitch Arthur. I'll be sure to have a chat with him once this meeting is over.

But more importantly, one person stood out amidst them all—Syvis, as cold and alluring as ever. While everyone's attention turned to me, Syvis remained fixed to the front.

As we walked along the red carpet toward the elevated throne platform in an uncomfortable atmosphere, I noticed that Aelbrecht and Stella were standing on the right side of the red carpet while Syvis and Arthur occupied the left side. Parting ways with Ilene, I advanced to my now rightful position alongside the Guild Masters. Meanwhile, Ilene had to stand beside Syvis, the two avoiding eye contact.

"Kase, Ilene," Queen Zara acknowledged our arrival with a nod, her tone neutral but firm, "We can finally begin discussing the matter at hand."

A solemn silence lingered until we settled into our respective places.

The Queen continued, with a serious expression, "We have delayed this meeting until Kase could be present. We've already wasted a lot of time, so let's get started. The matter we are here to discuss is of great importance. It concerns the recent events surrounding the **** of Agnes, the S-Rank Guild Master of Oblivion, as well as the fight against Darx and the punishments for those responsible." Her gaze swept across all present, underscoring the gravity of the matter.

As the Queen spoke, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, especially regarding my own involvement in the events that had transpired, "Your Majesty," I interjected, trying to maintain my confident demeanor, "There's really only one person responsible for all of this – Darx. He attacked the Guild and killed Agnes. I'm sure you are well informed about his strange powers and appearanc-"

"Silence!" The Queen snapped, her annoyance clear, "You will speak when spoken to, Kase. This meeting is not just about assigning blame but also about determining the future of our Kingdom and ensuring its safety, especially during these wartime conditions. What transpired in Oblivion is utterly unacceptable."

I clenched my jaw, feeling my anger flare up at her words. But I knew better than to argue further, so I remained silent, waiting for the Queen to continue.

"Amber," the Queen addressed her new adviser, her tone commanding, "Please provide a summary of the events that led to this tragedy."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Amber replied, her voice calm and collected. She began recounting the sequence of events that unfolded the details of Darx's attack on the Guild, starting with how it all began when Darx discovered me in bed with Syvis having sex, which sparked the conflict. Syvis appeared visibly embarrassed, avoiding eye contact by staring at the floor, while Ilene remained composed, looking straight ahead.

"Furthermore," Amber continued, "The altercation escalated quickly due to Kase's attempt to retaliate against Darx. Several members of Oblivion were drawn into the conflict, including the late Guild Master Agnes, who ultimately lost her life in the battle."

As Amber spoke, I felt the weight of everyone's gaze on me. My heart raced, and my palms grew slick with sweat as I tried to maintain my composure. I still don't understand why all this is necessary when it is evident that it is all Darx's fault.

"Is that all?" The Queen asked, her tone cool and detached after Amber gave a perfect account of everything that happened.

"Indeed," Amber confirmed, her voice steady, "We've gathered accounts from all witnesses present except Kase. Following the incident, additional adventurers arrived to assist both Oblivion guild members and civilians, transporting them to The Knights Hospitaller Guild for treatment. Darx's whereabouts, however, remain unknown."

"Very well," The Queen said, her gaze scanning the room, "Now, I would like to know the current status of those injured during these events. Arthur, can you provide an update on the members of Oblivion?"

"Your Majesty," Arthur responded, standing tall and meeting the Queen's gaze directly, "All injured members of Oblivion have been discharged from The Knights Hospitaller Guild, except for Celeste, who remains in a coma."

"I see," the Queen nodded, acknowledging the information. She then turned her attention to Stella, "And what is the status of the injured civilians?"

"Your Majesty," Stella replied calmly, "Seven civilians remain in a similar condition to Celeste. They are under intensive care, but their prognosis remains uncertain."

A heavy silence settled over the room as we all processed the information. A faint smile crossed my lips. Surely now, there would be no doubt that Darx was responsible for everything. Harming civilians was a grave transgression for any adventurer, not to mention the **** of Agnes.

The weight of the Queen's gaze turned to Arthur, "Arthur," She began, her voice resonating with authority, "If the members of Oblivion are fine, they must return to their positions. The Kingdom will be depending on Oblivion to safeguard the city, especially with much of our forces deployed in the north."

Standing there, I felt a pang of confusion. Why was the Queen directing Oblivion matters to Arthur instead of me, the new Guild Master? Wasn't it now my responsibility to execute such orders?

"Your Majesty," I interjected before Arthur could respond, my voice dripping with indignation, "As the new Guild Master of Oblivion, it is my task to carry out those orders, so I will make sure Oblivion protects Riledo from any danger."

The Queen's sharp gaze turned towards me, her eyes narrowing with icy disapproval, "Kase," She began coldly, "You will not be the next Guild Master of Oblivion."

"...S-Sorry?" I stammered, hoping I had misheard.

"As Amber's report detailed, we are fully aware of what happened that night," The Queen began, her gaze unwavering, "I have no interest in your personal affairs or whom you choose to sleep with, but when your actions result in one of the worst catastrophes during wartime..."

This is a mistake, right!? My heart raced, and disbelief clouded my thoughts. How could she say such things? I clenched my fists, trying to control the anger bubbling inside me. I wouldn't let her take this away from me, not after everything I had done to get here.

"Your Majesty," I replied through gritted teeth, struggling to maintain composure, "I acted to defend my Guild. I did what any true leader would do—protect our own. It's widely known that Agnes herself intended for me to succeed her once she retired. In accordance with her wishes, I will assume the role of Guild Master of Oblivion."

"Yes, Agnes expressed that desire before being drawn into a conflict you instigated, resulting in her tragic ****," The Queen's stern expression remained steadfast, her disapproval cutting through me, "Leadership entails more than defending your Guild; it requires sound judgment and prioritizing the greater good over personal desires. Clearly, you are not suited for the role of Guild Master."

"T-This is ridiculous!" I snapped, my anger mounting with each word. "You have no authority to interfere in Oblivion's affairs. This decision is not within the crown's jurisdiction!" Fueled by frustration, I took several steps toward the throne, "Oblivion requires an S-Rank leader, and I am the only one capable of fulfilling that role!"

Before I could get any closer, I felt the cold tip of a spear at my throat. I couldn't help but be shocked at the speed. I-I didn't even have time to react. How can a person be this fast? He's even faster than Darx.

"One more step, Kase," Zhoron's voice dripped with menace, "And your head will roll off that pretty, worthless neck of yours."

I swallowed hard, staring into Zhoron's eyes. Everyone gets in my fucking way. I started to lose my temper and thought about attacking Zhoron when the Queen interrupted.

The Queen remained stoic, unmoved by my anger, "Remember your place," She said coldly, her words piercing deeper than any blade, "Your opinion carries no weight in this matter, Kase. I have consulted with key figures within Oblivion, and the vast majority agree that you cannot assume the role of Guild Master despite your S-Rank status. The decision is final. You will not lead Oblivion."

My chest tightened at her words, my rage boiling beneath the surface. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did all those nobles I visited with Agnes for days and accept me as a Guild Master betray me?

"This makes no sense?" I said, feeling angry and humiliated, "Why am I being blamed for everything? Darx was the one who attacked my Guild and killed Agnes! Why aren't Darx or Midnight Dawn the ones being put on trial? They are the ones responsible for everything! Don't expect me to stay silent, taking all the blame without saying anything."

Amber spoke up, "As previously stated, Darx's location remains untraceable. Moreover, our investigation has revealed no evidence linking Midnight Dawn to the **** on Oblivion. However, your role in the events of that night is well-documented, as is your apparent fixation on Darx, leading to multiple incidents where you've attempted to sabotage him since Darx arrived in the capital. In addition, we consulted with many of Oblivion's members, and the majority are not willing to accept as Guild Mater, the person who caused the **** of the previous Guild Master."

"Furthermore," The Queen added, "There is someone better suited for the position," Her gaze shifting decisively from me to Arthur, who stood poised on the other side of the rug, observing the unfolding scene, "Arthur, I ask you to step forward and assume the role of temporary Guild Master of Oblivion."

Arthur appeared visibly taken aback by the Queen's request. Both he and I exchanged surprised glances. Was the Queen truly choosing him over me?

"Before Kase arrived," The Queen elaborated, "Agnes had intended for you to succeed her, Arthur. You have the experience, the backing of your peers, and the necessary qualities to lead such an organization. Right now, Oblivion needs someone like you."

Arthur's eyes met mine briefly, a mixture of resolve and defiance evident in his gaze.

"V-Very well, Your Majesty," Arthur finally replied, "I accept the responsibility of serving as the temporary Guild Master of Oblivion. I promise to do everything in my power so that Oblivion remains a Guild that the Kingdom can trust and rely on."

A wave of anger washed over me at his response. I clenched my teeth and fists, struggling to keep my rage in check. The Queen has humiliated me, choosing him instead of me. She is a fool if she really thinks that I will take orders from someone weaker than me. It was infuriating, but I knew I had **** but to swallow my pride for now.

"Kase," The Queen returned her attention to me, "You are undoubtedly the weakest S-Rank. If I were to send you north to fight elite demons of the rank of generals, as is expected of S-Ranks, you would only die in vain."

Her words stung like a venomous bite. I could feel my face burning with humiliation. She continued her tone, icy and unforgiving, "Without an arm, you're even more **** than before," She continued bluntly, "We've taken measures to ensure the people of the Kingdom remain unaware of your shortcomings. It's crucial they trust the S-Rank, especially in wartime. Regardless of circumstance, their faith in the S-Rank heroes must remain steadfast, believing they will protect them from any threat so that they can continue their lives."

My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of embarrassment and fury coursing through me. The Queen had stripped away any semblance of dignity I had left, and she did it in front of everyone. I remained silent, biting back the bitter words that threatened to spill out. I couldn't afford to make things worse for myself, not when everything seemed to be crumbling around me.

The Queen then turned her attention to Syvis, "Syvis," She said, her voice laced with disappointment, "I am truly disappointed in you."

Syvis lowered her head, unable to meet the Queen's gaze. She clenched her fists tightly at her sides. Syvis's voice was barely a whisper as she murmured, "I'm sorry, your Majesty."

"Your actions carry consequences that extend far beyond your personal desires," the Queen continued, her gaze piercing. "Therefore, this is no longer a request but an order. You must approach your father and ensure he commits the Dark Elves to aid us in the war against the demons."

Syvis nodded solemnly, her long red hair spilling over her shoulders as she bowed her head in acquiescence, "Yes, Your Majesty. I will do whatever is necessary to fulfill your command."

"Do not return unless riding with the forces of your lands," The Queen said, her tone commanding, "I trust that you will do everything within your power to ensure the success of this mission. The fate of our Kingdom may very well depend on it. Do not disappoint me again."

With a final, disapproving glance at Syvis, the Queen turned her cold gaze back to me, "Kase," She said firmly, "You will accompany Syvis to the Dark Elf territory."

"W-What?" My eyes widened in shock, just like Syvis did.

Who does this bitch think she's ordering me around?

"Y-Your Majesty, are you certain?" Syvis, just as surprised as me, spoke, "I-I can go by myself." Syvis's voice betrayed her surprise. She glanced at me and then back to the Queen.

"Absolutely," The Queen replied without hesitation. She then turned her gaze towards me. "Given Kase's current condition," The Queen continued mercilessly, causing my chest to tighten with anger, "Under the circumstances, it would be best for Kase to be away from the city for a while and assist you with the task I've assigned to you. Having someone with the S-Rank title alongside you could be beneficial. The S-Rank from the Dark Elf territory specializes in healing, and having his support would greatly aid our cause."

"But Kase and I..." Syvis tried to speak.

"I thought I made it abundantly clear that I have no interest in your relationship or personal activities," The Queen interjected sharply, "What matters to me is your professionalism and your commitment to fulfilling the task entrusted to you for the kingdom's benefit."

"Y-Yes, Your Majesty," Syvis responded obediently, bowing her head in acknowledgment. Syvis glanced at me, her green eyes filled with uncertainty. I could tell she was just as uneasy about this arrangement.

"I hope all is well on your part," The Queen said toward me.

"Yes.... I will go." I replied, realizing what this opportunity could mean.

"Now, there's another reason why I want you, Kase, in the territory of the Dark Elves," The Queen continued, "We have intel that despite the human and Beast-Kind negotiations of truce going well, there is a possibility the Beast-Kind may exploit the distraction caused by the conflict in the north to invade the Dark Elves."

"That makes sense, considering the Beast-Kind are always looking for ways to expand their territories," Stella intervened, "Given the Elves' current engagements with the Dwarves and our own forces focused in the north, it creates a **** window for the Beast-Kind to target the Dark Elves. They understand that both Elves and Humans would be unable to respond swiftly to aid them."

"Absolutely," Amber chimed in, "We cannot forget the main purpose of having the Dark Elves on our side. We cannot let them fall, no matter what. The inclusion of the Dark Elves in our alliance serves a crucial purpose. By rallying a nation traditionally uninvolved in external conflicts, we send a powerful message to the Dwarves. It underscores the severity of the threat we all face, hopefully compelling the Dwarves to stop their hostilities toward the Elves. If successful, this could lead to the mobilization of Elven forces and, ideally, even the support of the powerful Dwarven armies."

Seriously... this war turned into a mess with too many enemies and too little time.

"Your Majesty," Syvis spoke up, concern etched on her face, "What can we do about it?"

The Queen paused briefly, carefully choosing her words, "Syvis, it is crucial that you impress upon your father, the King of the Dark Elves, the importance of forging an alliance with us. Such a partnership not only strengthens our defense against the imminent threat of the demons but also safeguards their survival and protects their territories from potential aggression by the Beast-Kind," She stated firmly. After a moment's pause, she continued, "That's why I also want Kase to go with you. Kase is not ready to face the demons, but Kase still can be used. Kase's presence holds strategic value. If Kase is in the territory of the Dark Elves, the Beast-Kind will think twice before attempting to invade a territory where there are two S-Ranks. Rest assured, we will exert every effort in our negotiations with the Beast-Kind to prevent such aggression."

I don't like the idea of ​​being used as a pawn, but if I can travel alongside Syvis and Ilene, it's worth a try.

"Leave the city as soon as possible, and don't return until an alliance between Humans and Dark Elves is formed, and the risk of Beast-Kind invasion into Dark Elf territory is eliminated," The Queen commanded, her voice leaving no room for objection.

"Understood, Your Majesty," Syvis replied with a slight bow, though I could see her hesitation. I sighed internally, swallowing my pride and frustration.

"Your Majesty, we accept your orders," I said, trying to maintain my composure despite the humiliation she put me through.

I promise that I will reclaim my place as the Guild Master of Oblivion when I return, and one day, I will make the Queen pay for what she did to me today.

"That's all," The Queen nodded before turning away, signaling the end of our audience. Syvis and I exchanged glances filled with mixed emotions.

As we were about to leave, Arthur's voice suddenly echoed throughout the room, halting our steps, "Your Majesty, there is still something important I'd like to discuss," He said, concern etched on his face.

"Go on, Arthur," The Queen responded, her voice stern yet attentive.

"Something strange is going on with Darx," Arthur began, "People close to Agnes or Oblivion have already posted several quests for Darx's capture, offering high amounts of money, yet there's no official arrest warrant against him. Why is that?'

I frowned at Arthur's words, wondering why he even cared about Darx. But Arthur was right; it was odd that the Queen seemed to be ignoring the main culpable. Upon reflection, it seemed as though the Queen deliberately avoided discussing Darx despite him being the most responsible.

"Before I lost consciousness in the battle against the demon," Arthur continued, "I saw Aelbrecht, the Guild Master of Dark Dragons, just standing there when he could have done something to stop the demon that took Darx. Instead, he did nothing," Arthur turned to look at Aelbrecht, "What are you hiding? It feels like there's something deliberately hidden about Darx. As the new Guild Master of Oblivion, I would like to know what is going on."

The room fell silent as Arthur's words hung in the air. After hearing Arthur, I found myself questioning Aelbrecht and the Queen's motives, too. Did the Queen know more about Darx than she was letting on?

"Your concerns are duly noted, Arthur," The Queen finally said, breaking the silence, "Rest assured, we are investigating the matter further. At the moment, we can't take any drastic measures until the investigation is finished. As for Aelbrecht, his loyalty has always been indisputable. I suggest you not worry about that and focus on your new responsibilities as the Guild Master of Oblivion."

Arthur didn't seem satisfied with the Queen's answer, but he didn't press further. He simply bowed and acknowledged her response, "As you wish, Your Majesty."

As we left the throne room, I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something was amiss. The Queen's words seemed hollow, and now I couldn't help but think she was hiding something regarding Darx. The reaction of the Queen and Aelbrecht was strange. I hadn't thought about it until Arthur mentioned it, but after seeing them, I have the feeling that they know more than they say. Who exactly is Darx? How did someone acquire enough power to overcome an entire guild? And why did the Queen give off the impression she was shielding Darx? I'm utterly baffled by what's unfolding.

"Syvis," I called out, trying to catch her attention. She stopped but didn't turn to face me, "About our trip tomorrow... I think it would be best if we discuss our plans tonight."

"There's no need for that," Syvis replied coldly, still not looking at me, "I will meet you at the city gates tomorrow morning. We'll depart then and discuss our strategy on the way." With that, Syvis walked away, leaving me standing there.

"Kase," Ilene said softly, approaching me with concern in her dark eyes, "What are we going to do?"

"The Queen didn't leave me many options. We'll leave tomorrow morning." I replied.

"I will go too?" Ilene asked.

"Of course. As my wife, you need to be by my side."

Ilene hesitated for a moment, her eyes looking at the floor, "A-Alright, Kase. I'll start preparing for our journey."

A quick announcement

Even though Kase's storyline isn't fully completed yet, his relevance in the story would no longer be so prominent. As a result, I will no longer interrupt Darx's chapters to switch to Kase's perspective since the upcoming part of the story is the part that took me and reaper the longest to develop. I think it would be best to put an end to the long waits when I switch to Kase's perspective. For this reason, I will only release Kase's chapters sporadically during weeks when I don't have to publish a regular chapter.