Free Web NovelChapter 31: A Cooler Name. Plans Gone Wrong
Monarch of death.
That was the name everyone had subconsciously given moon.
His movements were swift and efficient. Before one would even realise they were dead they’d already been killed.
At a glance, people could tell this wasnt the work of the butcher.
The butcher would never kill so many people in a single night.
The butcher was merely a minor vigilante, but the monarch of death?
He was a monster who lived for the bloodshed!
A 24 day wide curfew was effected immediately. No one was to step out of their houses. Anyone found on the streets would be arrested immediately.
The entire cold moon district was shaken.
Within a secluded meeting room, a few awakeners were gathered.
They were the higher ups of the cold moon district, majority of them were C-rank awakeners with a B-rank awakener as their leader.
Eric stared at the footage that replayed itself over and over in his eyes.
White robes. The same familiar mask. Radiating the same immense urge to kill.
Ultimately he came to a grim conclusion.
"I have a speculation everyone."
The group quietened immediately since their leader was speaking.
He pointed in the direction of the screen and the image of the butcher appeared wearing his familiar long leather jacket.
The masks were different, yet eerily familiar.
"I believe these two are from the same faction."
"From the same faction?" jada muttered, furrowing her brows, "why do you say so, leader?"
The leader shook his head.
"Its just intuition." He paused, then added, "either that or someone decided to escalate what the butcher was trying to do. My question however is... why cold moon district? We’re merely a small state and couldnt have attracted the attention of such a powerful awakener."
The leader mumbled to himself and the surrounding parties began whispering.
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"That could spell doom for our district."
"Random citizens will begin putting on a mask over their faces and commiting crimes believing the armed forces will be scared to act due to their fear of the butcher."
Another man’s eyes brightened, "could this be what they want? To cause such a commotion within the state?"
Everyone glanced at each other and continued bringing up suggestions.
"We don’t know what the reason might be. For now we watch." The leader finally finished saying and the meeting gradually dragged to a closure.
...
Amon was stirred awake.
Recalling his intimate moments with kayla the previous night he couldnt help but smile as he stood up with a stretch.
Today he was in a good mood.
The moment he woke up, the system’s screen filled his vision.
It was now at 70 percent.
’Its better to not sign in for now, but wait until the system finishes upgrading so the reward would have a higher chance of being richer.’ Amon decided internally and placed signing in on hold for now.
Thinking about the system upgrading, amon’s head snapped in the direction of his daughter.
’It was time to find out what exactly was going on with ciara.’
With that in mind, amon stood up and walked to her little crib.
Ciara’s eyes were wide and curious staring around with not much thoughts running through her mind.
’Gosh, I’m so bored.’ Ciara thought feeling exhausted.
All she did was eat, cultivate and stay in this crib all day. It was completely boring. And ciara felt she was already losing some braincells due to it.
’I need to fight or something! Jeez!’ ciara rolled her eyes.
Suddenly a handsome face came into view.
’Dad?’ ciara’s heart skipped a beat and without hesitation she got into acting mode.
"Little ciara," amon smiled faintly as he pinched her cheeks, increasing his pressure on it slowly.
’Ow, ow, ow.’ Ciara muttered internally, feeling a stinging pain on her face.
Ciara was furious. How could he just wake up and the first thing he did was to pinch her cheeks?
Couldnt he tell it was painful?
Amon on the other hand watched his daughter’s expression intently with a scrutinizing look.
’With this much force... ordinary babies would have immediately started crying, however, she can still endure this much?’
His suspicion deepened.
He noticed the light pout on ciara’s face and was taken aback.
’It seems its just as I guessed, ciara possessed a measure of conciosness. She’s likely either a regressor, transmigrator or a reincarnator.’
Amon paused slightly. He didnt know what to think about this.
Was his daughter still ’his daughter’
A brief flicker of killing intent flashed through amon’s eyes when he came to a realisation.
His daughter was in the end still his flesh and blood. As long as that wasnt changed about her, then she was still his daughter.
Ciara who was still enduring the pain on her cheek suddenly felt as though she’d been plunged into the buttomless abyss.
For a moment, she felt a chill run down her spine.
’Is there danger?’ she frowned slightly.
She had only felt such a presence from her father whenever he wanted to head out to kill someone, so subconciously, she thought that perhaps there were bad guys around.
’Fortunately, there doesnt seem to be anything.’
"Ciara?" amon stopped pinching the little girl’s cheeks and said with a soft voice.
"When you’re ready to come clean about your identity, feel free to tell me." He paused then added, rubbing her head gently with a doting expression on his face, "in the mean time, I, your father will keep protecting you and your mother."
Ciara’s body stiffen. Her eyes went wide however amon had already vanished from the little crib.
The little infant was in a daze.
How did he know?
When did he discover?
Her heart pounded wildly as she tried to think of all sorts of excuses to make.
She could no longer act as calmly as she did before since her secret was already exposed.
’Initially I wanted to secretly increase my strength then help father, but since he already know there’s no point in hiding it.’ Ciara frowned slightly.
She thought for a bit.
Since she couldnt speak, there was only one way to communicate with her dad. Writing on a piece of paper.
She hesitated, however, not knowing what to say.
Amon stepped out of the room, giving his daughter the space she needed.
As soon as he entered into the parlor, he noticed his wife seated on the couch, her eyes glued to the screen.
Her face was a mixture of worry and apprehension.
On screen a male news reporter explained the news.
{A twenty four hour curfew has been effected immediately by the government due to the immense bloodshed that happened last night.}
{140 bodies has been found so far. And the armed forces have already begun an investigation to apprehend the person responsible.}
{According to reports, its said that both he and the butcher belong to the same Faction. And sources are calling him the monarch of death.}
Amon watched the news and a frown gradually formed on his face.
’It seems I might have made a mistake,’ amon thought grimly.
He wanted moon to be acknowledged as the new butcher so all the suspicions on him would be thrown off.
However rather than being acknowledged as the butcher, he was given a unique name.
’And it even seems cooler than mine...’
