Chapter 11 - The Repercussion of Your Actions (IV)

Achille's face was colder than ever, his eyes as red as snakes, fixed on his youngest son. His words still echoing in his mind.

Consort of the Crimson Moon.

Humiliation bubbled up in Patriarch Agrece's heart, he was so furious that the shadows in his office began to deform. They turned into the most horrible monsters anyone could imagine.

Roars and growls echoed from the shadows, it seemed as if the whole world was about to turn into a world of shadows and nightmares.

Alastor looked at his changing surroundings with a gleam in his eyes. The pinnacle a human could reach, changing the world with his own will, forcing reality itself to bow to his mere whims.

This was a Beyonder who had reached the Special Grade.

Alastor was still far from that level, but he was confident of becoming one when he turned sixteen. He had the capital to aim for the pinnacle of power in the mortal world at the age of sixteen.

He was the most powerful Agrece since his ancestor, Amon, who had made his name known worldwide for performing a feat that many humans could never have thought of or even dared.

The greatest sacrilege, the greatest Blasphemy - Killing an Outer God. 

Amon, son of Cain, had as his grandfather the very progenitor of humanity - Adam.

For this reason, Alastor was confident of reaching the pinnacle of the human world at sixteen. And perhaps aim even higher, to become something more, a being also capable of killing an Outer God.

Calming his anger, Achille's face returned to its usual inexpressiveness, but if anyone looked into his eyes, they would see the purest form of violence reflected in those snake-like eyes.

"Alastor, from now on, you may only go out on missions or to parties accompanied by Gregory. Under no circumstances should you go out alone, you're not strong enough." Looking down at his son's small body, Achille's face showed a rare concern in his expression and ordered with a cold, unquestioning tone.

He couldn't underestimate the desire of a Son of Chaos, especially the Crimson Moon, responsible for the whole concept of femininity in the universe.

Alastor was not surprised by his father's reaction, and although he was reluctant to end his privacy, he was not a normal ten-year-old boy, he could understand the gravity of the situation he found himself in.

Death would be a better scenario than becoming the Consort of an Outer Goddess.

Achille looked at his son's devilishly handsome face and, for the first time in his life, wished that the Agrece weren't as beautiful as the angels of the Heaven Realm themselves.

Beauty without strength only attracts disaster. This phrase had never been more real to Achille than at this moment.

Seeing the despondent look in his son's eyes, Achille spoke in a calm tone.

"I've received the report of your mission and the mistakes you made on it. But, in the end, you did a good job without even getting hurt against a Grade 2. Just kill the target first so something like this doesn't happen again."

Achille knew that his son had made some mistakes, mainly by letting his emotions control him during the fight, but thinking that he had forced Alastor to carry out missions at that age, it was perfectly normal for something like this to happen.

That's what happened when you put a ten-year-old boy on missions that would usually only start at thirteen. Beginner missions were safer and less visually striking than the mission he sent his son on.

Given the report he received from Tereza about the hellish scene in the Wood Shed. The fact that his son hadn't vomited already showed that he had nerves of steel.

"As for the child you brought, if she has great talent, let her be your Hunt Maiden." Achille spoke with a calm tone, every person who entered the mansion would have to have his permission, obviously he knew about the child who would be Karl Lambert's next victim.

He had seen her once, she had talent given what he sensed in her, but he didn't know the extent of that talent. If she was strong and worthy of being his son's maiden, he would let her live in the mansion.

Alastor, who thought he would never see the girl again in his life, couldn't help but be surprised by his father's words. The girl's talent was a surprise.

The human race had three different professions, all created by humans and developed over millennia of exploitation, sweat and blood.

Witch, Knight and Medium. There were sub-professions derived from these three, such as Sun Knight or Shadow Witch.

Witches was a profession exclusively for women and only women could be witches. Witches were women versed in the arts of mysticism and natural elements.

A witch when starting her studies usually chooses a specialization, a field they would like to specialize in such as Elemental Magic, Spectral Magic, Mental Magic, Emotional Magic and many others.

They were strong in long-range attacks and generally weak in close-range combat. Although there were exceptions, all witches had these strengths and weaknesses.

There were sub-professions derived from Witches, such as Alchemist, Controller and whatever else you might expect. There were no limits to mysticism, only your own talent.

Knights on the other hand were the most common profession in the world, it was a much more accessible profession for those with lesser talents and it didn't matter if you were male or female, you could become a Knight.

People who followed this path had extremely strong bodies and extraordinary senses. They used firearms or melee weapons.

There were sub-professions derived from the Knights, such as the Knights of the Sun, as in the church, or Knights of the Earth. However, instead of witches, Knights possessed a Breathing Method along with potions to mutate the human body.

Mediums, on the other hand, were one of the rarest professions you could find in the Human World, you had to have talent, your blood determined how much talent you would possess at birth.

Whether it was Alastor, Roxane or Achille, all three were some kind of Medium, but they didn't call themselves Mediums.

House Agrece had an exclusive profession, Hunter or Grimms for the more fearful.

However, even the profession of knight, which was considered the weakest, had minimum talent requirements, after all, not just anyone could survive the mutations forced on their body by Potions.

"Now, go and rest, you deserve it." Achille ordered him to leave while keeping his gaze on the flickering flames of the fireplace. His expression impassive and his eyes cold.

Alastor said nothing and bowed, turned and walked out of his father's study in inaudible steps, leaving Achille sitting alone in the chair behind the desk.

"You think my son is something you can claim, Daughter of Chaos. He was born an Agrece and will die an Agrece." He muttered as he watched the flames flicker in his vision.

The shadows around him kept twisting and turning into a person's innermost nightmares. An atmosphere of fear, terror and death hung over the office.

"Perhaps Alastor should take the Inheritance Test before he completes his Sixteenth Winter." A trace of hesitation flashed through Achille's eyes, but as it so quickly appeared, the hesitation disappeared. There was only a cold, indifferent look.

"Difficult decisions must be resolved by a cold and indifferent rationale, only when you are indifferent can you judge and decide on an important decision." A whisper escaped Achille's lips, words he had heard from his father, Ares Agrece.

A soft knock on the door woke Achille from his thoughts, he looked at the door and identified his Butler, Gregory.

"Come in." He spoke in a regal voice.

The doors were opened in the next second and Gregory bowed before entering.

"My duke, the girl's talent has been successfully tested, I must say I was surprised at the talent displayed." He spoke, causing Achille to raise an eyebrow in surprise at his butler's words.

"She has achieved a high level of resistance to madness and her soul is exceptionally pure." Gregory spoke with a calm and composed tone.

Achille nodded, looked thoughtful and replied. "Train the girl, she'll be the Hunt Maiden of Alastor."

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