Free Web NovelChapter 26: 26. Nebula (I)
"What do you mean he is still alive?" an enraged voice boomed in the darkness of a room.
Its source, the silhouette of a man, visibly shaking in rage.
His glowing pink eyes, the only luminance in the room
"The mission was accomplished..."
"Then why is he still alive?" the voice interrupted the transmission from the telephone he held.
"It seemed the Thunder Princess was in possession of a legendary grade healing potion."
"Huh..." The man pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"That was a miscalculation on my part." His voice calmed as he realized his blunder.
The mother and son duo had been in the Elven kingdom for almost seven years now.
It should have been apparent that they possessed a legendary grade portion.
"Will another attempt be possible?" he inquired.
"Yes, but you will have to pay us double the usual price."
"Do...uble?!..." he exclaimed.
"The Thunder Princess is not as sickly as you made us believe..."
"What?!..." The man tilted his head in confusion.
He, like the majority of the people on the continent, believed Raika was unable to use her magic.
Following the explanation of the voice at the other end of the call, he came to an understanding.
"That cunning bastard," he gnashed his teeth.
"I will double it, no, triple it, if you will take out the Thunder Princess while you’re at it..."
"That will not be possible, we don’t have the manpower to assassinate the Thunder Princess." The voice rejected the request.
"What?... Why?!..."
"Most of our best men are serving as mercenaries for the war, Nebula is now filled with assassin-class mages."
"And?!" He couldn’t understand how that could be a problem. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
They were Nebula, the most powerful paramilitary group on the continent.
Espionage, assassination, sabotage, subversion, and infiltration.
They were the best at them all.
They had the largest number of sixth-resonance mages, and rumours had it that their founder was a Supreme, the godlike seventh-resonance mage.
Due to this, they were infamous for fearing no one.
If paid to assassinate the king, they wouldn’t bat an eye as long as the pay was good.
The name Nebula meant they were above the rules of the world.
How could such an organization say they couldn’t take care of a measly fifth-resonance mage?
"And... as I said, we can’t help you with that?" The voice sounded a bit irritated, making the man confused.
"What..."
"Send the money and we will proceed with the operation in a week’s time." Before the man could ask anything else, the transmission was cut off, as the voice hung up.
"What?..." The handset of the telephone hung loosely in his hand, mouth agape as he couldn’t believe they could treat him like that.
"Huu!!" He let out a steaming hot breath of air, his frustration calming.
"I will go to the headquarters and get both of them killed. They can’t come back to the estate..." The handset hit the cradle with a snap.
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The Red Lotus Village.
"They aren’t back yet?" Rhodan said out loud, sucking his teeth in frustration.
Cole looked around nervously, fidgeting with his thumbs like a shy girl.
"Why don’t we forget about this..." he said hesitantly.
"..." Rhodan didn’t reply, pretending as if he hadn’t heard him.
"Bram, help me out here..." Cole turned to Bram, the latter’s head on the table, eyes listless.
He had already prepared himself for death and didn’t care how.
"These f*ckers..." he looked around nervously, now biting his nails.
The locals in the inn looked at them curiously, murmuring to themselves.
Most of them were around when their unconscious bodies were moved out of the inn.
They had all seen the holes in their pants.
Every man holding their jewels reflexively.
The women with looks of mockery.
They knew they were no longer men, but prokaryotes.
Most snickered, gossiped, some even laughing outright, but none dared to mock them to their faces.
They were still warriors after all.
Cole didn’t notice their hushed whispers or mocking gazes.
He was too preoccupied with his impending doom to care what the mob thought.
"I have to get out of here... These guys are insane, I don’t want to die..." His gaze shifted between his two comrades.
They’d been partners in crime since their respective coming-of-age ceremonies.
Joined at the hip through thick and thin, but this... this wasn’t thin, it was oblivion.
He didn’t want it.
"I should get out of here."
"Where are you going?" Before he knew it, he was already on his feet, Rhodan grabbing his arm, brows raised in irritation.
"I am going to the john," he lied through his teeth, and Rhodan knew it.
"Sit the f*ck down..." He forcefully pulled Cole into the chair, the latter’s forehead kissing the edge of the table.
Cole groaned, eyes moist with tears, not of pain but of helplessness.
The people in the room gasped, quickly averting their gazes as they noticed Rhodan turning to the crowd.
"..." He glanced at them briefly and averted his gaze.
Most didn’t know what he was up to, but the look in his eyes was of a man who had nothing left.
The most dangerous type of man, as they wouldn’t mind taking the whole world down with them.
People began to leave.
They were curious who he was waiting for, and the events that would transpire.
But as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat and satisfaction brought it back.
Well, the cat had nine lives, and they only had one.
They all left, the lobby empty except for the three and the lone receptionist who wished she could teleport.
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Several minutes later,
Alaric and his group entered the inn.
Alaric in the arms of his mother, who had kept silent, her gaze sharp, an almost tangible killing intent emanating from her.
Philip and the captain followed behind, as quiet as mice, their hands clasped together like scared schoolgirls.
"They are here..." Rhodan turned to the door, his gaze meeting the bloodshot gaze of Raika.
His last sight as his vision blackened.
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