First Light of a New Age

Chapter 125: Definition of Despair

The confusion written on Scyllary's face only got even more palpable by the second.

He saved her, yes, but now he then started to harm her for some reason.

Her heart raced and a certain fear began to surface.

A fear that perhaps... she was not in control of the situation.

'No! No! No!'

"Guard, I command you by the Slave Crest to explain yourself."

No response.

"Release me!"

Nothing.

"Protect me!"

No word was given back.

Scyllary wheezed as she looked at the man in the mask with shock and downright confusion.

None of this made any sense.

"W-why... isn't this working...?"

"You're quite the idiot." His voice suddenly echoed in the air, and for the first time since they arrived in the room, he looked straight into her eyes.

His glowing blue gaze caused her body to tremble in a feeling she could only associate with fear.

No... despair!

"You still haven't figured it out?"

Scyllary didn't know what he was talking about. Figured out? Who could possibly understand this paradoxical event?

He was her slave, yet not only was he not responding to her Slave Crest, but he was displaying abilities that she never knew existed.

The man before her was already beyond mortal when he was loyal to her, but with these new sets of Skills that he was displaying, she didn't know where to place him.

Scyllary didn't understand him.

"W-who... are you...?"

Wasn't he her slave? Wasn't his name...?

'H-huh? His name? What is his name? What is... huh?'

As Scyllary stared at the white mask with nothing short of stupefaction, the man behind it spoke.

"Who am I? Well... you're about to find out."

'I'm about to... find what out?'

As Scyllary had this thought, she saw a finger of the masked figure draw close to her.

'N-no! Stay back!' Her thoughts echoed as it neared.

Unfortunately, she could do nothing to stop its advance. Before long, it completely closed the distance and reached her forehead.

~Tut~

Nothing but a gentle tap reverberated through her head as the finger made impact.

However, the moment Scyllary relaxed her body...

~ZZZTTZZZZ!~

...The true inflow arrived.

"ARRRGHHHHHHH!!!" Her screams filled the massive room, followed by convulsions all over her body.

Her head particularly swayed as her hair whipped all over. Like a madman, she constantly bobbed her head and her face showed hints of insanity.

Tears descended down her eyes, causing her mascara to melt. The cause was a dream of black lines streaming down her cheeks.

Perspiration covered her face as well, which caused most of her makeup to be ruined.

She just had the worst experience with that man in black not too long ago, and now she is experiencing another level of pain by her own guard, the same one who saved her from death.