[A/N: Since I’ve locked my chapters, curse words will no longer be censored.]
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“Hey, Architect.” Silas whispered to the masked man next to him.
“Call me Archie around these people.” He whispered back.
“Yeah, uhm. Why did you choose white hair? It makes me look old.” Silas combed his hair back. For some reason, they insisted that he should cut and comb back his hair before applying Gilea’s equivalent of gel.
Both Archie and Death looked at Silas with flabbergast.
“You’re a kid!” Death whisper-shouted.
“Didn’t know you cared about those things.” Archie raised his hand to his mouth to stifle his laughter.
After a few seconds of trying to not laugh, Archie whispered back to Silas-
“Just remember the script. Don’t explain too much, but don’t explain too little.”
“I know how to do this. I’m not a child.” Silas rolled his eyes.
“You sure as hell don’t act like one.” Death sneered, making causing Silas to stare at him with contempt.
“You sure do have the pettiness of one though.”
“Don’t make me rip that tongue of yours out.” Silas snarled.
“I’d like to see you try.” Death stuck his tongue out.
“And you say I’m the child.” Silas chuckled mockingly.
“Stop bickering.” Archie commanded, making Silas shrug and Death harrumph.
Silas didn’t really know why, but he was the one holding Nymira while Death held the head. On the other hand, Archie was guiding the rest of the Earth dragons with a long lead connecting them all.
He didn’t really understand why, but if he knew anything about the Architect, it was that he wouldn’t do things for no reason.
They were almost alike in that aspect, even though Silas had been slipping recently due to having too much comfort while surrounded by his family.
Maybe it was good for him to be surrounded by like-minded individuals.
“Archie! Death!” A woman with sky-blue haired waved them over while a burly man stood behind her, clad in steel armor from top to bottom.
When they got close enough, the two individuals peeled their gazes from the two adults and looked at the two children.
“Who’s the kid?” The burly man asked with a raised brow, completely ignoring Nymira, who they seemed to recognize.
“Oh, him? He’s my pet project.” Archie let out a creepy smile.
‘The hell is that supposed to mean?!’ Silas shuddered.
However, Silas had to give credit where credit was due. This reply had immediately silenced the two and quickly moved the subject onto something else.
“Alright. When are the rest coming?” The woman asked.
“There aren’t any more coming.” Death leaned onto one of the trees.
“What do you mean? Did the commander lose?” The woman instantly frowned.
“Worse…” Archie walked passed them, the sound of his teeth churning against one another entering the woman’s ears.
“They’re dead.”
“What!” She grabbed onto Archie’s shoulder.
“I would rather not explain this more than once, so how about I get it over and done with as quickly as possible.” Archie spoke, his voice laced with an icy, suppressed rage.
Or at least that’s how it would seem to everyone else.
Silas and Death knew better.
Archie quickly walked away, and the rest followed behind him.
Despite this being a temporary camp, Silas couldn’t help but widen his eyes at the sheer size of it.
Maybe that’s what it took to house so many individuals. 75 was not a small number, and there were possibly even more waiting in the camp, such as healers or the benefactors.
They all had tents of all kinds littered throughout the entire camp. Most of the tents were murky green and as small as a military-style tent back on Earth. Though some were as big as houses, one looked like it could be called a town hall if not for the fact that it was made out of fabric.
However, one thing that caught Silas’ attention was the fact that there were close to no people roaming outside the tents. According to his now-enhanced mystic eyes, most were either inside the tents or not in the camp at all.
Archie walked into the second biggest tent in the camp while Silas and the rest followed him in. Looking inside, Silas saw three individuals sitting around a round table with wine glasses in their hands. Others smoked out of some kind of pipe while waiting.
One was slightly older. Most of his hair had turned grey, but that seemed to be a product of stress and genetics rather than age. He wore royal red robes trimmed with beautiful gold. He was also the one smoking.
The other man wore white and yellow robes representing the church, yet Silas had never seen him before.
‘Maybe he’s from another church?’ Silas narrowed his eyes.
“Archie. How did the raid go?” A man with black hair and silver eyes spoke, a friendly smile plastered over his face.
‘So this is the man who put my family in danger.’ Silas narrowed his eyes and activated mystic eyes.
He had to make sure that the men in the room had no way of identifying him. No one knew about Silas’ emerald green eyes since he always used mystic vision to its lowest setting. At most, his eyes would look green at certain angles, but now that he reached the topaz core and was using mystic eyes to their maximum output, they shone like two bright emerald stars, impossible to miss but not very memorable.
After all, what catches more attention than a kid with a full head of white hair?
“Mr. Oliver Skylark. Please, call me Architect. I do not deserve to be in a first-name basis with you.” Archie bowed slightly, his voice filled with humble acknowledgment and awe.
‘He’s a good actor.” Silas thought to himself, suppressing his rage whenever he looked at Oliver.
“It’s fine. Please, sit down.” The black-haired man smiled warmly.
Everyone quickly sat down, but the burly man clad in armor was ordered by Archie to take Nymira to one of the infirmaries.
“How did the raid go? Also, where’s your commander. Should we wait for him?” The red and gold-robed man asked before taking a puff of his pipe.
“The commander is dead, and as his right-hand man, I am the temporarily in charge of the Darkless organization until a leader is chosen.” The Architect spoke with a solemn tone.
“Then what about the raid?” The three individual’s faces turned dark.
“The raid was mostly a success.” The Architect glanced at the white and red-robed individuals before stopping when he looked at the Skylark representative.
“You failed?!” Oliver Skylark’s face morphed into one of rage as he slammed his fist onto the table.
“Do not speak to me with that tone you filthy commoner!” Oliver roared, his hand reaching for the dagger at his hip.
“I suggest you calm yourself, Mr. Skylark.” Silas released a controlled amount of his killing intent while gazing into Oliver’s eyes. However, due to his recent breakthrough, the power of his killing intent had skyrocketed, causing him to release a little too much.
They all froze as their eyes turned toward Silas, who was sitting in his seat with his fingers intertwined and his blazing emerald eyes piercing toward the Skylark representative.
“Who’s the child?” The white-robed man asked with a quiver in his voice.
With a smirk, Silas stood and suppressed the killing intent that was screaming at him to let it go.
“The name is Game Evergreen…”
‘I’m going to kill you…’
“Nice to meet you.” Silas smiled warmly.
‘Every single one of you.’
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