“Why don’t you go and capture him yourself? You are very powerful yourself,” Anon asked, his voice laced with confidence.
“I can capture him, but if I showed myself in the outside world, someone will definitely find out my true identity because of my Infinite Charm skill. That’s why I am asking you to do it,” Kol explained, his tone determined.
“Okay. It’s a deal. I give you my word that I will bring this guy here before tomorrow’s sunset, but if you betray me from your side-”
“Don’t say anything else. Let’s form a mana pact. I don’t want to listen to some useless threats,” Kol interrupted, assertive in his response.
“Yes, that’s one good idea. Why didn’t I think of that?” Anon said as they both formed a mana pact.
“I will be on my way now,” Anon said, confident in his abilities. As they finished forming the pact, he stood up and started walking towards the exit of the gate.
“Human,” Kol’s voice called from behind.
Anon halted his steps and looked back at Kol. “Yes?” He asked.
“Be careful of what you do next… These guys are not as simple as they seem from the outside,” Kol warned, his expression serious.
“Oh, don’t you worry. I am the biggest motherfucker here,” Anon said with a smirk before he exited the room.
“Let’s go and have a talk with the guests inside the prison,” Anon spoke as he started moving towards the City’s prison, his stride filled with confidence.
Anon approached the prison, and an ogre guard standing in front of it greeted him.
“Good Morning, Your Majesty.”
“Are they here?” Anon asked, his tone commanding.
“Yes, Your Majesty. Let me open the doors for you,” the ogre guard spoke as he swiftly opened the doors to the prison.
“Listen, close the door as soon as I enter inside,” Anon commanded, his authority evident.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” the ogre replied dutifully.
Anon entered the prison, and the ogre soldier closed the gates immediately, enclosing them in darkness.
<Light>
Anon used the skill, and a small ball of light formed over his palm, illuminating the room.
As soon as the light spread all over the room, a shouting voice was heard.
“Now.”
Tang
Silk and Ren came at Anon from both sides, brandishing sharp swords.
<Wind Armour>
Ting
But as soon as the tips of their swords touched Anon’s body, they got bent immediately.
“Hello, kids?” Anon said with a casual yet intimidating tone as he effortlessly kicked Ren on his stomach and grabbed Silk’s hand.
Ren hit the wall, and Silk got rolled into Anon’s arms.
“Hello, darling. Are you alright?” Anon asked Silk in a low voice, his words sending a shiver down her spine.
“Leave me,” Silk immediately pushed Anon back and summoned another sword in her hands, her defiance evident.
“Sir, Ren. Are you alright?” She asked Ren, showing concern while pointing her sword’s tip at Anon.
“Ouchh… That fucking son of a bitch,” Ren said as he stood up from the ground, summoning his holy sword this time.
“Sir, that’s your family’s royal treasure. I don’t think you should summon that yet,” Silk advised.
“It’s better than getting beaten up by a commoner,” Ren retorted, displaying his pride.
“Well, well, well… Seems like you two are very angry with me, huh?” Anon spoke with a wry smile, reveling in the tension.
[Okay, first, I will go for his right leg, change my direction at the last moment, and when he gets distracted, she will cut his head off. Yes, that was plan B.] Ren revised the plan they had made if plan A failed.
But he didn’t know that Anon was listening to his plans.
A sly smile appeared on Anon’s face as he looked at them.
[Just focus on that neck, I will have to cut it off in one go.] Silk thought, strategizing her next move.
“Sir, Ren,” Silk said, signaling Ren to charge forward.
“Holy Strike…” Ren said as a golden hue covered his sword, and he charged forward to attack Anon’s right leg with his full power.
Silk also disappeared from her place as she charged from the left side where Anon wasn’t looking, but he knew she was coming from the left.
As Anon already knew that Ren would go for his left leg, he turned his left leg 90° back as he let his right leg stay in the same position.
‘What? He moved his left leg instead of his right leg. Did he already know that I was coming for that leg? I can’t change the position of the impact. Fuck, it’s a blank strike. We failed.’ Ren thought, realizing that their plan had backfired.
Silk came at Anon from the left side and swung her sword at his neck with full pressure.
Anon immediately bent backward to dodge the deadly blow, avoiding both of the strikes in one fluid motion.
Chk
Chk
‘Fuck, it didn’t hit,’ Ren and Silk thought simultaneously as they retreated again.
“Woah, calm down, ladies,” Anon said with a grin, impressed by their efforts.
“Anon Agreil, you are good in combat. I have to give you that,” Silk praised Anon, acknowledging his skills.
“Enough playing,” Anon said, his tone firm and commanding as he looked at them and used a skill…
<Hypnosis>
Both of their eyes shined purple for a moment.
“Now, who do you want to kill again?” Anon asked, his voice ringing with authority.
“YOU.” Both of them spoke at the same time as they raised their swords, their minds under Anon’s control.
“Well, your swords say otherwise,” Anon said, coolly observing the situation.
Both Silk and Ren were pointing their swords at each other’s necks, manipulated by Anon’s hypnotic influence.
“Madam Silk, what is the meaning of this?” Ren asked, bewildered by his own actions.
“I can ask you the same question, and my hands are moving on their own,” Silk replied, feeling the strange compulsion she couldn’t resist.
“Mine too. He is doing this to us… He is controlling us like puppets. He has some type of ability that can control the body of others,” Ren spoke, his voice tinged with frustration.
“I know, you idiot. Don’t teach me,” Silk snapped, trying to resist the influence but feeling powerless. ．
“Since you two are now cool. Why don’t we get to some talking?” Anon said, nonchalantly taking a seat on a wooden chair, his calm demeanor contrasting with the tense situation.
“You will pay for this. My father must be searching for me by now. He will be here any moment. There is no place my father can’t reach,” Silk threatened Anon, trying to assert some control back.