*Click*
*Click*
*Click*
Walking into the room, Elizabeth and Theron's footsteps echoed through the formerly noisy hall.
Looking at the Elders who locked her up before, Elizabeth couldn't help but want to strangle them.
Unfortunately, not only were they stronger than her, but she knew that what they did was for her sake.
After all, for an incident that even her husband couldn't deal with, going there was akin to suicide.
However, despite knowing this. Elizabeth still didn't give them face.
*Humph!*
Glaring at elder Crowe, Elizabeth just snorted coldly as she headed toward her seat.
Behind her, Theron had a wry smile on his face.
His right arm was still completely covered in bandages; not only that, but some magic symbols were drawn on those bandages, seemingly sealing something.
His lower abdomen, similar to his arm also wrapped; his footsteps slow but steady.
"Ha ha, Elder Crowe, Elder Magnus, it seems you both are still as lively as ever."
"Don't mind Elizabeth, she's just angry cause she missed me."
"Hahaha!"
Laughing calmly, Theron's grin remained as wide as always, regardless of Elizabeth's deadly glare
A scene that made the surrounding Elders smile wryly.
It seemed even in such a situation with mysterious enemies at all sides, their patriarch's Charisma was retained.
"Thank you, patriarch, but no need to flatter this old man. If anything, I am the one who should be telling you that"
"Looking at the state you arrived in, the other elders and I imagined you'd still rest for about a week more."
"But then again, the house doctor did mention that for some reason your body was healing extraordinarily fast, but still. Isn't this too fast?" Said Elder Crowe, stroking his white beard as he faced Theron, who at this time had made his way to the throne.
"Indeed, just like Crowe said, the doctor reported that your body seemed to be different. Also, can you explain more about what happened? We're trying to decide if we wage war on the empire or not?"
"Although committing treason after serving them for generations might be a bit regretful, however, if necessary, we can show them that the empire's shadow is capable of devouring the light."
Trying to calm his anger, Elder Magnus spoke to Theron, wishing to tear apart all the bastards who dared betray the family.
And hearing this, both sides of the Elders, including Elizabeth, looked at Theron on the throne, to make such a decision, only he could decide what to do, as this was a move that would make or break the family.
However, to the anticipation of everyone, he neither agreed nor disagreed.
Instead, thinking back to what just happened, his smile slowly disappeared as an unstoppable pressure began to spread throughout the room.
His pupils and retina turned pitch black, carrying a hit of evil aura on them.
The Elder's shoulders began to feel heavy, cracks appeared on the ground and walls.
Even nearby vases shattered the world trembling under his mood.
Looking at his face, it was hard to imagine that this was their patriarch who was just laughing a minute ago
Thankfully, before the pressure got too much, Theron looked at Elizabeth, who was struggling under this pressure
Her fist clenched and head bowed, she obviously did not want anyone to notice her face under pressure.
A scene that stuck his heart like a knife
*Damn, what are you doing? Calm down, Theron! Calm down!*
Talking to himself, Theron's chest rose and fell, his breathing controlled and steady as he slowly calmed down.
"Sorry, everyone, ha ha, it seems like my situation is worse than I thought."
Retracting his aura, Theron raised his right arm covered in seals and pointed to everyone, and explained.
"Before I begin to tell you about what happened, the first thing you should know is that what happened just now was not my intention."
"As I was leaving the battlefield, that bastard Void demon god, through his followers, tried to infect my body through cultists."
"Luckily, I managed to seal my hand before anything could happen."
Talking casually about something so dangerous as infection and demon gods, Theron ignored the shocked faces and continued to explain.
"Unfortunately, looking at things now, it seems my seal wasn't so successful," he frowned as he looked at his right arm in thought
"If I let my emotions get out of control even a little bit, the void immediately begins to erode my mind and rationality."
"As expected of a demon god, even without actually descending, his means are not something a mortal like me can predict or control."
"I'm sure even cutting off my arm wouldn't change a thing, because of that, I decided to seal it."
"ha~! Funny, isn't it? The world's strongest man being forced to such a state."
"I hope those gods in heaven at least taught his ass a lesson."
Waving his sealed right arm, Theron spoke as if he didn't have a care in the world.
But the Elders, especially Elizabeth, could not sit still.
"Damn Theron! What Gods, what seal! What the hell happened on that battlefield?" With her eyes widened in shock, Elizabeth could not believe what she was hearing
Gods? Demon Gods? Being infected? You know, anything regarding God's in this land was almost impossible for humans to interfere with
However, now her husband just spoke about encountering one as if he had just met a friend in the park??
How could she remain calm?
The more she heard, the more she understood it was a miracle that he came back alive.
Realizing this, she looked deeply into his eyes, wanting to hear exactly what happened.
Even Elder Magnus, who had always been so angry and confident, kept quiet as he realized this matter might not be as simple as getting revenge on the empire.
And Theron, as if ending their Thoughts, waved his hand, expanding a black barrier around the room
" Voss' secret art: Room!"
Covering the whole room with his mana, and sensing his no one could peep into the call. He slowly began to talk
"Alright, where do I start? Was it when I was ambushed by two eighth orders? Or when I became immortal?"
Saying a sentence that no one could understand. Theron began telling his story.