The Archangel of Death - Chapter 169

169: Reasons 169: Reasons Chapter 169 “Again?” Rafael asked with a face that could only be described as someone fed up.

“Yes,” Sirius replied, also fed up.

Two deformations followed Adrian in the span of just two days.

Not to mention the dungeon in the academy was also a deformity and out of all the chain dungeons, the one in which Adrian was, was the only one to deform.

‘He’s bad luck.’ Both the old men thought inwardly but didn’t say it out loud.

It had been almost nine hours since Adrian went inside the dungeon.

The dawn was approaching but there was no sign of a change.

The dungeon still didn’t allow anyone to enter and the gate was still up because the person inside was still alive.

Given how long it had been, there was a good chance that in just three hours, the deformity might settle down but even if it didn’t, if Adrian managed to live for so long, then he must be able to remain alive in there for a little more while.

“So have you decided to ally yourself with the empire?” Rafael asked since nothing else could be talked about right now.

“Not with the empire.” Sirius simply replied.

That was all the answer he needed to say and that was all the answer Rafael needed to hear to confirm the underlying meaning.

As the first elder of the empire, he was very well familiar with the inner politics of the empire.

At the moment, there were three main candidates for the throne.

The current ruler was getting old and the next ruler was said to be incompetent.

Even the sentient throne knew that so even though it refused to let Harvey sit on it, it might not do the same for the rest of the family members.

In the first place, the need to select a candidate stemmed from the incompetence of the next ruler however, now that Adrian wasn’t the same incompetent as before, the matter of candidacy was now a headache for the empire, not a solution to their precious problem.

Adrian wasn’t a threat before but he was a threat now, not only that, his supporters weren’t just anyone as well.

Although in the empire, he had only one supporter, that supporter was a grand duke, not just a duke.

Not to mention, there were rumors of his good relationships with the apostle, the saint, and through the saint, the first elder, and finally, the head of the Bellator city.

Although his supporters were few, they were too strong to dismiss Adrian and that made him a target.

The rulers couldn’t help but consider whether the attempts on him were a coincidence or not.

In such a case, when Sirius said that he stood behind Adrian, not the empire, the meaning was simple, if you want me, then make Adrian the emperor.

“The boy must have promised you something very good for you to say that,” Rafael commented.

“He didn’t promise me anything.” Sirius replied which somewhat confused Rafael as he asked, “What do you mean?” “What I mean is that, unlike the other candidates who promised me cities and many more if they became the rulers, Adrian gave me what I wanted.

A promise may or may not be fulfilled, a transaction is fulfilled every time.

In such a case, who should I stand with, the one who has shown me the dreams of heaven?

Or the one who has been honest with me?” Sirius explained his own reason.

Rafael could understand that though.

Adrian had never made a single promise to anyone.

Whatever he wanted, he gave something in return for that first.

He never made promises but transactions.

Such a person was more honest.

“And what about you?” Sirius asked, now pushing the topic at him.

“Well, in my case, although he hasn’t promised me anything, I know he will keep Alicia safe.” Rafael gave an ambiguous answer.

The spiritual essence of the world tree.

If he had asked for it and hadn’t used it, then the answer was simple.

He knew of Alicia’s secret.

A secret that only a few knew.

So if he had still asked for the essence, then it was obvious who he was going to give it to.

That would only increase Alicia’s chances of survival when her secret came out in the open and humanity would hunt her.

At that time, her status as a saint wouldn’t matter anymore.

The church would hunt her, the empire would be obligated to hunt her and even the gods would issue the demise of her, in that moment, if Rafael proved insufficient to save her only family, he wanted her to at least have the power to protect herself.

In that case, Adrian’s actions only meant that he was also there for her.

“For me, it would be gratitude.” Rafael finally said after a long contemplation.

For him, Adrian was an object of hate, the person who had tried to force himself on her precious granddaughter.

But now, after a few series of events, after he lost his memory, he had become the perfect leader, the perfect person to entrust his granddaughter to.

“I see,” was all Sirius said in reply since he could somewhat grasp Rafael’s inner thoughts due to his age and the wisdom honed along with it.

As they just peacefully stood, just waiting, the only thing they could do when suddenly, a wave of mana passed through the surroundings.

The mana was strong, matching that of an SS ranked monster.

It wasn’t just a simple wave either but the mana was dense enough for everyone to know to what monster it belonged, the dragon kind.

“Rafael,” Sirius said.

Rafael nodded simply in return.

He wasn’t worried about the monster though because he was sure he could take on anyone below the divine rank.

The problem was, with a monster of such caliber, the scale of destruction and the collateral damage to both landscape and people would be too great.

That was what Sirius was worried about.

He could also kill an SS monster on his own but the above-stated reason was why he had addressed Rafael, the only space magician in existence.

Rafael waved his hand and everything in the vicinity began to disappear.

It began from the people closest to them until the entire site was covered in the almost invisible wave that emanated from Rafael and everyone who was engulfed in it was teleported to a safe place far way away from there.

“So he met his end, huh?” Rafael couldn’t help but mutter with pity.

Adrian was a talent and everyone admitted that but if there was a monster coming out of such a caliber, then it only meant one thing, the undefeated talent was defeated today and met his demise.

“It is a pity.

But, maybe that’s how life is supposed to go.” Sirius replied as he prepared his own spells to deal with the upcoming enemy.

Even with the two of the powerhouses, the battle ahead won’t be easy since they were facing a dragon-kin, dragons were inherently strong beings from birth, their children even began at the rank B and some might even show a talent and be a bit stronger than that.

A head poked out of the gate.

The old men didn’t react and waited for the monster to fully appear to assess the situation and make a suitable plan to deal with it.

“But, what’s done is done.

All we can do now is avenge him.” Sirius said as he aimed his fully prepared spell at the wyvern that was in full view.

The first to attack would win because they couldn’t let the monster take flight.

“You’re right,” Rafael said as hundreds of blades appeared all around the wyvern.

They seemed like they were made of crystals but in reality, they were made by compressing the space around them.

Just as both of them were about to unleash their attacks, a voice fell in their ear, an annoying one that sounded quite conceited sometimes.

Sometimes too much.

“Aren’t you two killing me so easily?” Sirius and Rafael halted because they recognized the voice.

They halted, thinking that Adrian had also found his way out somehow at the same time this monster did.

If they attack now, they would risk killing him as well.

“Don’t attack,” Adrian said as he appeared from behind the wyvern.

“What are you doing?

Get away from it!” Sirius yelled but Adrian simply stared back, without saying a word.

“Krr…” A growl was heard from the wyvern that put both of the old men on guard but they couldn’t help but be dumbfounded when Adrian said, “Exactly.

But that’s because of his age that he is so rude.

But don’t worry, he won’t call you ‘it’ from now on.” Adrian turned to the old men and said, “Hello, old friends.

Meet my new friend, ‘Sairal’.

The elder wyvern of the grey dawn wyverns.” “…..What?” was all that the old men could say.

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