Silva didn’t want to endure White Fang’s rage. He was a dragon, and no one yelled at him like that.
“To hell with your world! If the strongest in your world couldn’t stand against a minion of Ragna, how will this bloody world survive?” Silva yelled back, his veins popping.
“That’s not the point here, Silva. This war could have been avoided if you had told us about these people coming to you,” Elaine said.
“Cut the crap, please! You think I tell everything I should? Huh? Then what about you? Why don’t you tell us our fates, since you can see them, after all?
You know if we die or if we live, so why not spill the truth right here, so we know how to prepare?” Silva said.
“You know I can’t do that, Silva,” Elaine replied.
“Exactly, you can’t, because the repercussions of telling us are massive, and so were mine. I couldn’t just open my mouth and blab.
Let’s go on the surface. Why should I trust you with such information—that a very powerful being is after my life and will keep coming to this world until he finds me?
The first thing you guys would do is isolate me and observe. You’d treat me like a damn test subject.
Because I am a demon king candidate, you wouldn’t kill me; you’d just keep me in captivity, testing me every single day, trying to find the truth of the issue.
And if I were deemed enough of a threat, you’d either seal me or, regardless of my status, kill me. Now tell me, where is the gain in telling you back then?” Silva asked.
“And what stops us from doing that now?” White Fang asked.
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“Oh, you can try,” Silva looked at him with cold eyes.
“As long as I have my blessing, even with that clown of yours, you’ll never win,” White Fang said.
Silva immediately made all ten clones, and then the clones, along with him, transformed into the joker of the abyss.
“You want to bet on that?” Silva asked, ready to duke it out. “You have yet to see the true power I carry. Don’t be cocky because you have a blessing,” Silva warned.
“You are just full of never-ending surprises, Silva. Why didn’t you go all out when I came and fought you? Why did you hold back against me?” White Fang asked.
“I didn’t hold back. I was simply trying to use my base power to fight you, but it fell short. If I had used my extended power, it would have been completely different.
Your blessing is dreadful, and in front of more than two heroes, I might lose, but for a fact, I know that I’ll send you into hell, and if I can’t, I’ll scar you forever,” Silva said coldly.
“I can see why you have such terrifying enemies, Silva,” White Fang said.
“Sigh, take it easy, Silva. A fight is the last thing we need. We need to know when Ragna will come to our plane and plan around it.
Also, it seems you have deep connections to the goddess—something even we heroes and demon kings don’t have. Can you explain that?” Elaine asked.
“My connection with the goddess is my business, and I can’t tell you anything about it. All you should know is I have instructions, like I told you and the demon kings before.
Also, Ragna is unpredictable. I don’t know what to say concerning his coming, and I doubt there’s much we can do in the way of preparation. Seriously, what can we do?
Let’s just go back to our normal lives. The war can take years to come, or it might be tomorrow; no one knows, only Ragna,” Silva said. He paused for a while and then spoke.
“Don’t tell anyone anything about this—the war, Ragna, the weeping angels. Do not speak of them to anyone,” Silva said adamantly.
“And why should we not tell them? We have to get ready for war,” White Fang said.
“And what do you tell them when you get there? ‘Silva has triggered a war. When will it happen? I don’t know. We have to just prepare; it might take a decade.’
And after that, they capture me because I am the cause, me—the only person who might be able to get information on the war.
Here’s my offer to you: keep quiet about it and continue our normal lives, and I’ll find a way to make it easier for all of us.
Report it, and I’ll vanish—completely vanish—and go to a place no one knows,” Silva said, starting to walk away.
“Silva, with the way you’re going, you’ll end up clashing with even us—the heroes and demon kings,” Elaine said.
“I know. I’ve seen so much about my future that the mention of war has started to hold very little meaning to me.
You worrying about Ragna and his war is pointless. After all, there will be many other wars that you all will instigate very soon,” Silva said, spreading his wings and taking to the air at top speed.
White Fang and Elaine watched him go, confusion evident on their faces.
“What did he mean all by that?” White Fang asked.
“I think you already know, White. The random forced portals that have been happening, the Empire’s move to create demon blood, the tension between the Holy Empire and the Spirits over the artifact of the goddess.
Also, the Dragons’ underground plan to start a war soon. All this might come to pass soon, and I think Silva had an inclination about it,” Elaine said.
“Sigh, we have so much power, yet we can’t help but fight against each other when the time comes again . In the end, we are puppets acting like the puppeteer,” White Fang said.
“The curse of the blessings and the curse to live as weapons and to die as weapons,” Elaine said, her voice very solemn and pained.