Chapter 20

He asked in a worried tone. 'I… I can't!... This man… this is the only man I could never kill… why?... why?... what is this emptiness I feel inside?' She continued to sob as Satoru examined her in search of a wound, but her wound was not a physical one.

Her soul had been torn into two parts, fighting for dominance. One was her lust for power, the other was something else. A desire, a need… something she only realized now she was missing all her life… happiness.

The happiness only Satoru gave her. In that moment, she admitted her defeat. She raised her tear-stained face to gaze at Satoru's mask.

'If I tell him the truth he will hate me, but if I don't we will both die. He is powerful, but even he couldn't challenge Eight Fingers. If I wasn't so stupid and told him sooner, we could have asked the help of the princess or the adventurers… Now our only hope is to escape this city…' She swallowed hard, before she made her final choice and opened her mouth.

"Satoru, I-I need to t-tell you s-s-something…"

And so, she explained everything to him; Eight Fingers, her mission, her spying, her life, her desire, her final choice.

It took almost four hours to explain everything that happened. As soon as she concluded, she closed her eyes, not wanting to see his reaction.

Even with his mask on, she would be able to tell his reaction thanks to her experience in reading body language. Was he disgusted by her? Was he angry? Did he hate her?... would he kill her?

As she awaited her fate to be decided, she heard heavy steps approaching her until they stopped just in front of her.

Then she felt a gloved gentle hand grasp her shoulder while the other pushed her head forward against something soft. Her eyes snapped open.

He had pushed her head against his elegant robe as a mother would while consoling her child, not that Hilma ever experienced such a thing.

"It's all right. Everything will be alright…"

He said as he caressed her long blond hair. She felt tears return to her eyes. 'It was a lost cause from the start… how could I kill him? If there is something truly good in this world, he must be its incarnation. There is no way I could strike him down…'

"W-we need to r-run away from here." She whispered.

"No, we are going to fight them." At his words she shook her head.

"I-it's impossible. We don't have time t-to ask help from the princess and r-recruit adventurers."

"Who said anything about asking for help? They both tried to abduct me and ruined countless other lives… This will end today."

He said in his usual calm tone. Hilma raised her eyes to look at his mask, confusion evident on her face.

"I think the time has finally come for me to descend on the battlefield once more…"

At his words, a storm of power engulfed Hilma; dark, cold, raw power like she never felt before.

She opened her eyes wide as if she were a newborn who saw the world for the first time. And as any innocent and naïve child, she believed him.

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Two figures walked on a path made of gravel in the middle of the night. They were not too far outside the capital and they could still see the lights produced by the city in the distance.

One of the figures was tall, a little less than 2 meters, and very bulky. The other figure was smaller, around 1.7 meters, and very thin. They both wore black cloaks that covered their entire bodies.

Their destination wasn't far from there, just a few hundred meters. The two figures already noticed that they were being observed from the shadows around them.

Of course, the place where they were stepping toward was well guarded; even more so today.

The only reason why they weren't attacked yet was the fact that they were just two and seemed to have no weapons, or at least not big ones.

The two didn't seem bothered by the silent stares that came from the trees and bushes and continued to advance without hesitation.

In front of them stood a giant villa with robust looking walls and an iron gate. Even at this hour of the night, almost all the lights inside and outside were on, as the two expected.

The two figures approached the big iron gate. The smaller one knocked twice, waited several seconds, then finally knocked three more times.

The gate immediately opened, revealing a small fat man. He was bald and his eyes resembled the ones of a pig.

"You know the code, but I was told not to expect anyone today." He said with his raspy voice.

The smaller cloaked figure removed their hood, revealing a beautiful young blond woman with deep purple eyes.

"It took a bit more time than expected, but you could say I managed to complete my mission."

A sly grin appeared on the pig-like man's face.

"Oh, that's good Hilma. When I heard you died, I was truly saddened. I thought for a moment that I would have to find another little bitch to service me."

The woman didn't seem to register his comment or if she had, she didn't acknowledge it. The bigger figure shifted a bit under his cloak.

"Are they all here?" She asked with a stoic expression.

"Yes… you know they are not gonna like it. Even if you succeeded, you forced them to have an emergency meeting, causing them to cancel or delay important projects…" The man said as his grin became almost inhuman.

"Just go and tell them I need to speak with them."

The man waited a moment.

"Oh, but you are forgetting something important… It is protocol to inspect all those who come inside." He said, the smile never falling from his piggish face.

"He is a magic caster. You can't take away his magic and I'm a high-ranking member… You have to inspect nothing." She retorted.

"Oh, but you are going to meet with the high ranks here. I can't simply let you pass. The magic caster is okay, but you… I need to inspect you."

He didn't wait for an answer and began to move his hands towards her breasts, his mouth slightly opened, allowing some saliva to fall down from his mouth.

A second before he could put his hands on her breasts, he felt a large hand on his shoulder stopping him. He turned around annoyed at the thought of being interrupted during his fun.

"Hey! What do you think you are do-"

He stopped as soon as his eyes laid on what was under the giant figure's hood. An infinite darkness with two shining blue lights in it and inside the lights, two red dots shined even brighter.

He felt his whole body freeze up and a moment later, he felt a hot liquid beginning to run down his fat legs. His breath became irregular and he tried to take several steps back, but his body was still half frozen and he lost his balance falling on his fat ass.

"Go now."

The deep voice of the giant figure commanded and now he was happy to obey. He would do anything to get away from there. He ran away toward the entrance of the mansion.

"Thank you." The blond woman whispered.

"Think nothing of it. This is more disgusting than I thought it would be." The big figure said, then continued after a moment.

"Did he really-"

He didn't manage to finish his question as Hilma answered.

"Only once when I was younger… I was still a common whore at the time… He likes to boast about it. Now that I have a high position... one of my most… unpleasant experiences." She said.

The male figure nodded in understanding.

"I see… I will remember it."

Soon another guard arrived. This time wearing a cloak that covered their body, walked up to them.

"Follow me."

He said, revealing a young male voice. They didn't hesitate and let him guide them inside the mansion.

{Satoru's P.O.V.}

The magic caster known as Satoru was being escorted through the Eight Fingers' mansion alongside Hilma.

He had prepared himself for something disgusting, but what he saw was even worse than he imagined.

He could hear faint screams of women and laugher of men coming from above them and the deeper they descended into the basement of the mansion, the worse it became.

The screams and crying seemed to come from the walls themselves as if they had absorbed those sounds over the years.

'This place makes me sick… even as an undead… At first, I thought this was like the Yakuza back home, but no, this is much worse…

At home, it was no secret that the Yakuza and government worked together with clear rules between the two parties… But here… this organization has no rules.

They are above the government and they know they can do what they want and go unpunished.' His thoughts darkened as his eyes fell on the young woman next to him once more.

'Is this the place you lived your whole life in, Hilma? At first, I thought this organization could be exploited, but this… this is making me want to burn it all down.'

His thoughts wandered without restraint. Since he became undead the act of killing seemed like a trivial act in his mind, a natural thing, almost like walking.

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