Daimon was a bit confused at Ereman’s reaction, even if he didn’t get the terror contractor skill, of he decided to not kill him, he would have made him sign a contract similar to the one used by the academy anyway.
“Why are you so shocked, of course I wasn’t going to leave you freely wander around, you know?”.
Ereman tried to resist, but his body didn’t obey him as he answered in a monotone voice.
“That’s because without anyone knowing, we skin tailors aren’t affected by soul contracts… not even other undead know about this, we work for the sake of our race only because we will die in a short period of time and we can’t cultivate, so we have no chances of ruling the black marsh galaxy”.
“So even if on the surface you made me sign a soul contract, I would have only feigned to be bound by it and then I would have notified my superior, so they will send someone to take care of you”.
“But now I can’t find the strength to go against your orders, I’m willing to show my loyalty by confessing my most guarded secret, we skin tailors have formed a secret society with the pass of the years, we gather from time to time and badmouth other undead and look for ways to extend our lives”.
“Oh?”, Daimon looked rather interested in Ereman’s words.
So far, the only race where there haven’t been internal strives are the undead, unlike other races they are ruled by just one existence, Salazar Inferas also known as the Lich Emperor and the eldest “living” being in the whole stellar chart.
It’s not like there aren’t other half emperors between the undead, but they all respect Salazar since he is the wisest among them, and the one who created their noble like lifestyle.
Contrary to what one would expect, not all the undead look like rotten corpses or abominations of created by sewing parts of different creatures, there are some species which doesn’t look different than humans with the exception of their naturally pale skin tones and different eyes.
But that only applies for undead who can think which are the minority formed by the species that have always existed, or the “original” undead, all the others were created through experimentation or selective breeding.
The mad chimera which the hybrid woman created inside of the prison was a degraded version of that, and of course the result was a mere imitation since she wasn’t strong enough to create a decent undead.
Still, whether they are original or not, thanks to the lich emperor everyone has the right to ascend in the ranks… everyone but the skin tailors which were created to be special, but ultimately disposable.
And after tens of thousands of years that grievance has created the first known flaw in the unity of the undead society, but no one cared because skin tailors sign a soul contract to pledge loyalty, or at least that’s what everyone thought, but now Daimon discovered that wasn’t the case.
The sinister smiling expression of the masked man in front of him made Ereman confirm his previous believing that Daimon isn’t an inquisitor from the light faction, but that only made him fear Daimon even more.
“Someone who has a light element that harms undead more than the corrosive light of the humans, but without their moral brainwashing… to the point that he didn’t seem to care about my diet as long as I’m not the one killing, in other words he is an unleashed monster”, he thought.
And he was right, while Daimon did feel disgusted by the undead’s custom of eating the meat of other “rational” living beings, it’s not like the guy who became Ereman’s dinner was an acquittance of him, nor a friend or a member of his family… so he didn’t give a damn.
There was so many things going on in Daimon’s mind, he found an opening the iron wall of the undead, but without further investigation it was just a mere illusion.
He took out a generic sigil lector and placed it on the table.
“You will receive further instructions later, for the tiMe being besides the list I gave you, I want a specific report of the people that buy corpses from prisons like you and a detailed list of your sources of information understood?”, he said before activating the hollow suit again this disappearing into thin air from Ereman’s point of view.
Ereman didn’t see anything but he still bowed his head towards the place where Daimon was a moment ago and then returned to his studio to start working on his new assigned task.
Aura used space shift and they changed positions from the inside of Ereman’s house to the sky above the town.
Daimon saw Liz’s confused and slightly angered expression and he sighed.
“You are wondering why I didn’t kill that guy right?”.
Liz doubted for a moment but she still said what was in her mind.
“Undead are the worst, a skin tailor was involved in the ambush on which my grandmother was lethally wounded… sis, mom and me don’t want to have anything to do with them”.
Daimon dragged her into his embrace, he understood how Liz felt, because he has the same kind of hatred towards the Naktis, the kind that won’t disappear unless they rip the flesh of their enemy and spile their blood on the ground.
But something Daimon learned thanks to Evangeline was that being blinded by hatred is never a good thing, hatred is a motivation and good weapon against your enemies as long as the one in control is you.
“And that’s why we will make them pay, using that guy we will discover whoever was involved in that and I will personally hand them to you three, even if have to turn the whole black marsh galaxy upside down to find them”.
“But for now, those guys will be useful to secure the future of our family, okay?”.
Daimon caressed Liz’s face a couple of times, although she acts childish and all that, she has never complained nor said anything about his decisions before.
Liz rubbed her face against Daimon’s hand and after a moment of contemplation, she nodded.
“You are our husband, if you say it is for the sake of our family then I won’t complain… but you will have to explain it to mom♥”, she said as she stuck her tongue at him.
Daimon smiled seeing Liz returning to her usual playful self, but her words were actually true.
Liz and Elaine didn’t get to know their grandmother, so while they have something against undead for that, their hatred for them is just a little fraction of what Erin must feel, on the other hand, Erin is not recognized as the most cunning woman in the whole stellar chart for anything, there is no way she is as narrow minded as to deny a chance to find out who caused her mother’s death.
In other words, just by letting the small fishes free to wander around, they will bait and catch the shark.
He kissed Liz and then nodded at Aura, it was nearly midnight by now and they still had to return to the mansion and take a bath, because who knows what the things that he touched in Ereman’s house might have covered with.
Daimon shook his head to get rid of the thought and instead focused on all the things he will have to take care of this weekend when they return to the Revy family.
“Sigh, scheming is not as fun as clashing swords for me, luckily, I have Erin and Elaine for that… I have to prepare a good gift so those two don’t accuse me of favoritism hahaha”.
The rest of the travel back was just the usual, both Aisha and Liz clung onto Daimon while Aura pouted, because she couldn’t do it since using space shift required her to focus all her attention on the points, she connects to create the shortcut.
But then she licked her lips and her tail wagged as she spoke out loud.
“Since you two are taking advantage of the situation, it’s only fair that I get to have the first turn once we arrive at the mansion, or more accurately once we are in the bathroom ♥”.
Aisha who was kissing Daimon, nearly bit his lips due to Aura’s shameless words, she stopped the kiss and replied.
“No way, it’s a mother’s duty to help her son bath, besides it’s quite late already and my darling needs to rest after using demon light, so tonight we will only pamper him ♥”.
Liz saw Aisha separating from Daimon to argue with Aura and she didn’t miss the chance to “monopolize” him.
She dragged him into her arms and buried his face between her breasts.
“If that’s the case who can be better than this older sister, to spoil “little Daimon”, just like back then hehehe ♥”.
Both Aura and Aisha turned to see Liz and as if they have practiced it before they said.
“You cunning fox woman”.
Liz laughed, “Arguing between each other is prohibited in the family, right Daimon… hyaaa ♥”.
Daimon smiled, he firmly spanked Liz, as he whispered.
“Calling me little Daimon is also asking to be punished”.