Celestial Bloodline

Kyle's eyes glazed over for a moment as he locked his gaze on the man standing in the doorway. Hubert stepped back towards him after tossing the chair aside.

However, Kyle's eyes stayed focused on the man in the doorway until Hubert covered them with his hand because the old man noticed... he noticed they were losing their light and getting dull due to the amount of anger and hatred within them.

Hubert whispered slowly and noticed that his voice wavered in the middle.

"Don't... it's okay now."

Kyle's breathing turned uneven, but even with the hand covering his eyes, he didn't close them. He tried, he really tried, but he couldn't forget the empty eyes of the man who watched him being devoured by the monsters.

The very eyes that are watching him right now. His ears buzzed with the noise of the monsters who crowded his body from all sides just moments ago. But for some strange reason, instead of beating loudly in his chest, his heart rhythm began to slow down, even slower than usual.

Hubert noticed it as well how Kyle's body quivered for a few seconds before it stilled under him. The old man closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath.

He couldn't believe something like this happened right under him, and he wasn't able to get to the scene in time.

The old man's pupils started to shine as he turned his head to gaze at Aze, as blue scales started to appear on his face.

"I SAID LEAVE."

His voice thundered in the air. It was so loud that it echoed through the entire village or maybe even further. Immediately, the air around him began to quiver under the weight of the powerful pressure that radiated from his body, wholly directed at the man standing in the doorway.

Azazeal tilted his head with an unbothered expression, unfazed by the pressure. He raised the notebook in his hand and ignored the old man before speaking directly to Kyle because he knew the silver-haired human could hear him loud and clear.

"This plain notebook... I believe it's yours. You probably dropped it a while back."

Kyle's body tensed on the bed, and even Hubert noticed it as he still had his hand on the human's eyes. Kyle wanted to check his clothes because he remembered that he always kept the notebook in a pouch hidden within his clothes. However, it was as if his body failed to listen to his command and stayed still in the bed, even though he so badly wanted to move. Not to mention, his mind failed to process the fact that his clothes were torn previously, and right now his upper body was completely bare.

Hubert had reached his limit. He withdrew his hand from Kyle's eyes to seize the notebook because he understood its importance if it belonged to Kyle.

However, before his fingers could even touch the book in Aze's hand, a chilling voice whispered beside his ear.

"Stay out of this."

Immediately, the old man collapsed to his knees, his expression betraying his shock. He already suspected that Aze was more powerful than him... but to what extent that he couldn't even raise a finger? How many individuals in the universe could match his strength... he knew the count was limited, not to mention those who surpassed him.

Azazeal gazed at Kyle, who returned his gaze with a much calmer expression this time. However, Azazeal could clearly see the hatred and anger concealed within those green eyes as he held the notebook higher in his hand for Kyle to see.

"You want it back, don't you? But unfortunately, you can't take it from me right now due to your condition. So, how about we make a deal?"

The book in his hand disappeared, and an image formed above his palm. It showed the same celestial spirit that he and Kyle had encountered just a short while ago.

"You recognize this entity, right? I'm sure you do, and I trust you won't forget it since you acquired this memory within the No Mana Land, not outside."

The image faded as Azazeal's lips curled into a forced smile that seemed unsettling due to his vacant eyes.

"This is a celestial spirit. Get me just one of them, and I will give you back the notebook when we meet next time. I believe that you can easily find the spirit because of the thing within your body."

"But Kyle don't you dare to absorb it... because your body is too weak and it would burst if you consumed the spirit before reaching the supreme rank. Moreover, I am placing a mark on you so the moment you found the spirit I will know."

Azazeal's body began to fade as he glanced at Kyle one last time with a fake smile that had no happiness whatsoever. He saw the human eyes and noticed that they were slowly but surely resembling his.

"So, farewell until our paths cross once more..."

"My friend."

Kyle's eyes trembled, and after the man's figure vanished, he finally lost control of his emotions and let out a loud scream that echoed through the whole house.

Hubert closed his eyes as he grabbed his knees and stood up from the ground with a solemn expression. He didn't intervene to stop Kyle from releasing all his pent-up emotions through screaming.

'I need to find that man... if not, at least I need to know who he is and where the hell he came from. Did he just come here to make Kyle miserable...?'

The old man raised his head and let out a deep sigh. Then gazed back at Kyle, who had stopped screaming and was now staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Kyle... just close your eyes and rest for a while. Your injuries are healing due to the strange ice around your body, but your mind need plenty of rest."

Hazel entered the room with her husband and glanced at Kyle.

The duo heard the commotion, but a layer of curtain stopped them and the other people who had gathered outside from entering. Only now that everything has turned silent were they able to enter.

Hubert stepped back when the old woman approached Kyle to check on him. But even though she asked Kyle repeatedly if he was alright, he didn't respond for a long time and just stared at the ceiling with a vacant expression.

She glanced at Hubert, who shook his head to signal her not to force it. After a whole day, Kyle finally spoke up, but the words that came out of his mouth were different from the ones everyone wanted to hear. He gazed directly at Hubert and spoke in a voice that accepted no refusal.

"We should resume training."