Free Web NovelChapter 33: The Missing Son
"It seems one can’t underestimate the Head of the Veyrion Clan."
David’s eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on the masked golden figure before him. His body tensed, every muscle coiling like a spring ready to release. Beside him, Valyra shifted into a combat stance, her amethyst eyes sharp and unblinking.
The air became tense, heavy, suffocating, charged with an unspoken threat.
For such a figure to pass through their clan’s protection without causing any alarm, and to reach the core of the clan without alerting anyone, was no small feat. This was not something an ordinary figure could do. The masked figure’s strength might be beyond what they could withstand.
David bit the bullet. He attacked.
He raised his hand, fingers pressed together like a blade, and struck toward her with all the speed and precision of a seasoned warrior. The air whistled as his hand cut through it, aimed directly at the masked figure’s throat.
But she didn’t flinch.
She raised her hands too and swung them like a spear, her fingers piercing through the air with insane speed. The force behind her strike was sharp, precise, and devastating.
Both attacks clashed against one another, causing winds to blow through the room as some objects were knocked from their places. The impact sent a shockwave rippling outward, rattling the walls.
David squinted his eyes. "Who are you?"
The Veyrion Clan were known as the strongest blade clan. Their bloodline, or rather, their entire existence, was focused on the blade. Every generation produced talented bladesmen who rose through the ranks of the clan.
Yet surprisingly, this masked woman had been able to counter his attack, dispersing the force behind it as if it were nothing.
"Hmm, how would I introduce myself? Well, at least I came with no ill intent," the masked woman said in a joking manner.
David frowned because he could feel no ill intent from the masked woman before him. He turned to his wife, who nodded at him.
After seeing her confirmation, he slowly relaxed, though he didn’t let his guard down completely.
"What brings you to our clan?" David questioned.
There was no way such a figure would come without a motive, having infiltrated the clan to this extent.
"Well, I came because of your son..."
".... Lucien Veyrion." The masked woman said it word by word.
This time it wasn’t David that made a move but Valyra. Her movement was untraceable. She appeared before the masked woman in a sudden manner, her eyes beheld coldness.
"And what happened to my son?" Her cold gaze was on the masked woman.
"Well, he’s missing." The masked woman’s words were like detonated bombs in David and Valyra’s minds.
And of course, the masked woman was Seraphina. She had traced the Veyrion Clan to this island.
There was no way she could reveal her identity; she didn’t know how Lucien’s parents were since they sold him off in a transaction. But when she peeked and heard their conversation, she was surprised. So they did it to protect him.
This made her feel a bit of goodwill toward them.
And now she wasn’t planning on revealing her identity or relationship with Lucien. She was planning on being a third party.
Valyra was shocked, her amethyst eyes widened before they became cold. She didn’t believe it. "What do you say?"
"Lucien Veyrion, your son is currently missing."
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On a dark red ground, under the red sun, a figure lay beside a corpse that was already missing some flesh. The corpse had been partially devoured, its form mangled and incomplete.
The figure’s skin seemed red, giving off a bloody aura that blended with the crimson earth. Its hair was beyond rough, tangled and matted, making the figure look like a caveman, like a feral survivor of this brutal land.
The figure snapped its eyes open, looking at the surroundings in surprise, then its expression turned to shock.
It stood up, checking its environment in disbelief, then the shock transformed into excitement.
"I am alive." Lucien cried out inwardly with a huge amount of joy. His heart swelled, his mind racing with the sheer relief of survival.
Nothing could replace the feeling of being alive. But the excitement was doused as he remembered what had happened before he lost consciousness.
"Have I become the slave of that Volkoid?" Lucien muttered, his expression turning ugly. It seemed he hadn’t been able to escape this ill fate.
He surveyed his surroundings to look for the figure of the giant snake, but he couldn’t find anything. No massive coils, no molten golden eyes, no sign of the serpent.
He checked his body, searching for any slave brand, but there was none. His skin was unmarked.
A few minutes passed, and there was still no appearance of the giant snake. This made him realize something, it seemed that something might have scared the giant snake away.
If it had been killed, he would have seen the damages to the ground or its corpse. But there was nothing.
Was it Seraphina that saved him again?
Thinking of that golden-haired, golden-eyed figure, his heart suddenly felt warmed. She had saved him twice here, even though she wasn’t physically with him.
Thinking of her actions in their past life, his expression became complicated as his heart was tangled up.
As he was thinking, a sudden wave of exhaustion and weakness washed over his body. Lucien was surprised by this as his body began to stagger. His legs felt heavy, his arms trembling, his vision swimming at the edges.
He felt as if he had done something extreme that had caused his body to feel sore and weak, as if he had pushed himself far beyond his limits.
He staggered toward the corpse of the wolf where the snake hadn’t eaten. Cutting part of it, he began to roast it to eat.
After eating one bite, he was able to regain a bit of his energy. He felt confused and curious about what had happened when he was unconscious.
Especially the state of his body was surprising, it felt as if something had been drained from him.
What Lucien failed to notice was that behind him was a giant tattoo of a coiling snake that looked realistic.
