On the evening of the same day, Kahn woke up after a long nap. For some reason.. He had the best sleep ever since he came into this world.
The content feeling of fulfilling his promise that he had made to both Albestros and himself made him feel like he was born anew.
The feeling of able to finally being able to do what he felt was right gave him a newfound sense of fulfilment.
He had alright decided that it was about time he finally moved on from being a warrior of justice and prioritized again on what was best for him.
Because he realized how one would fare if they relied on someone or something such as number of people you had at your disposal or the connections you had with powerful people.. It wouldn't make a difference if someone who is far more powerful than you decides to trample on your life.
Albestros was the living example of it. All his reputation, all his connection didn't do anything when it came to fight against a powerful clan.
Even Kahn barely managed to kill all their clan heirs one by one and that too by doing things covertly and avoiding a full scale war against them.
This day would forever be in etched in his memory. Now, he only wanted to take a break till he is prepared to leave this city for good.
"Sir, have you're finally awake!" spoke Jerome when Kahn finally entered the living room.
"Why are you so jumpy? Something happened?" asked Kahn.
As if he couldn't wait to tell Kahn.. Jerome started recounting the morning events and how Azrael delivered judgement on the last clan heir.
His eyes were full of worship for the man. Little did the young man know that his idol was sitting right in front of him.
Kahn let the housekeeper ramble on about the heroic deeds of Azrael for 10 minutes and asked him to bring food. Although he could survive without food and water for weeks now.. He still felt the urge to eat as his brain reminded him about the routine.
For the rest of the day.. Kahn didn't leave the house. And on the night, he visited Albestros again.
"What will you do from now?" asked Kahn to the old blacksmith.
"I.. I don't know. There's nothing left for me to here. As soon as I'm finished with your armor and sword.. I will leave this city." replied the old man.
"I intend to do the same. So why don't we leave together? Besides, you'll need my help to get out of the city undetected. Those noble clans are still hunting you." spoke Kahn.
"I have some friends in the capital. Maybe I can go there and find some work. And these noble clans from here don't have any authority in the capital. Even the Volstov clan doesn't qualify to be counted as one of the weakest organizations in there." explained Albestros.
"Fine then. Just stay hidden here until you're done and then we will leave together. I too want to see how great this capital is and how many strong people are in there." replied Kahn. He already had the same idea because at the end of the day.. He was still a frog in a well.
There was a vast ocean out there with people and beings so strong that he could not even fathom their strength and abilities.
Two days later, Kahn visited the golden crow restaurant again and was sipping his cheap yet very aromatic tea. But then, the news of new skirmishes and small scale battles happening all around the city reached his ears.
Ever since Azrael declared the war against the noble clans, and finally delivered upon his promise.. It gave all the people who were oppressed and tormented over the years a sense of courage.
It wasn't just his victory.. It was the victory for everyone who had suffered at the hands of these powerful noble clans. And his last speech had ignited the flame of war for these common folks.
But as a result.. Hundreds of people had died while fighting against these noble clans and their forces. They weren't organized, nor had proper training or enough weapons.
Kahn on the other hand didn't feel any guilt about this matter. This was something he already expected to happen when he gave that speech.
What he intended wasn't to cause unnecessary bloodshed. But give the people of this city a final push.. An outlet to the anger that was pent up inside them from decades.
Although it would cause chaos in the city and many lives will be lost; in his opinion, this was a necessary sacrifice or the things would never truly change. The foundation of a revolution was always built upon the blood and bones of the oppressed. In time, they'll get organized and make their existence known.
But in the grand scheme of things.. It would make a statement.
A statement that the if you trample upon the lives and honor of the commoners.. They will fight back!
And no noble clan or any of the powerful force will ever dare to replicate what happened with the Albestros's children ever again.
And the news of Azrael killing the Semi-Saint rank clan head of Volstov clan already spread like a wildfire. Even when one of the three strongest fighters in the entire city of millions was killed by Azrael.. Who would dare to incur his wrath? It would be no different than having a death wish.
This had put Law & Order in shambles.. The city security could barely provide thousands of guards for preventing these fights and maintain peace.
The Military and the entire Adventurer Association on the other hand had their hands full ever since Kahn had cleared the Bromnir dungeon.
Everyday, thousands of monsters were killed, hundreds of soldiers and adventurers died as the dungeon would release its residents from each floor one by one periodically. The only relief was there weren't any of the floor bosses from the lower floors Kahn had already killed.
Otherwise, the amount of dead bodies piling up would be in thousands every single day.
The main culprit of putting the entire city in chaos returned back to his home at evening.
After taking notes about all the happenings in the city, Kahn had finally stopped caring about the consequences.
It wasn't that he had turned heartless.. It was just something that he couldn't stop.
After having dinner and getting back in his bedroom.. Kahn took four dead bodies out of his space ring and placed them in the center of the room. He didn't take out Bartholomew's body who was an Intermediate Grandmaster. It'd be a better choice to use him to merge with a subordinate in the future.
These corpses of the three peak grandmaster rank assasins and the semi-saint rank clan head were now lying on the wooden floor.
Kahn was exhilarated just with the thought power boost he'd get after absorbing their abilities, skills and eating their cores.
These four dead bodies were his food.
And he was Hannibal Lecter.
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