Chapter 447 - 447: Not Your Home
The small group was escorted to the luxurious Carriage, which was waiting outside for them. But just as they were about to enter the carriage, a dark-haired n.o.ble stopped them.
"You can"t go back in that. That"s only for n.o.bles," he told Lucifer.
Taking off his eyes from the beautiful carriage, Lucifer turned back.
"Are you seriously repeating that nonsense?"
"It"s not nonsense. It"s the Law!" The man expressionlessly stood, keeping his arms folded.
"Where was this Law when you brought us here? Whatever, it"s better if we walk anyway. I"m not going to argue with you. But just know, you are an idiot.." Stating his mind, Lucifer started leaving.
Ignoring the carriage, he calmly walked back. The others also followed behind him. The Dark Haired n.o.ble didn"t walk with them though.
Instead of walking with them all the way like Feronia did, he entered the carriage, which followed the group of four people.
Lucifer and Salazar walked in the lead while Caen and Heath walked in the back. They walked through the city, observing the surroundings.
They didn"t go directly back to the Palace though. Instead, they roamed through the city, casually taking a walk.
Their casual approach frustrated the dark-haired man in the carriage, who ultimately stepped out of the carriage.
"What are you doing? Go straight back! I don"t have all day to babysit you!"
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"I"m not leaving this room. You want to talk to someone or do work, go ahead. But I"m not leaving. If you want me to leave, then make an appointment for me with your leader."
Refusing to budge, Jia remained seated in front of Kellian, who had asked her to leave.
"You really need to act your age. Don"t act like a kid. I don"t owe you anything," Kellian retorted. "If you"re not leaving, then I"ll leave. Stay here."
Kellian stood up. With his phone in his hand, he walked towards the door.
Ring~
Just as he reached the door, the phone started ringing. He picked up a call without even looking at the name.
"Yeah?"
"You talked to him? What did he say?"
Hearing the words over the call, Kellian nodded in satisfaction.
"That"s good. I won"t call him then," he let out, disconnecting the call. He kept the phone back in his pocket before walking back to his chair.
"I"m done. Now tell me what you wanted to say?" he asked Jia as he moved the chair back before sitting.
"I already said what I wanted to say. I want to meet your leader, and I want to interrogate your men about the plane blast," Jia declared.
"If that"s all you want, then you can leave. Your request is denied. I can confirm we had no hand in that accident, and I would know that. I won"t let my men waste their time over this nonsense."
" As for meeting our leader, come back after making an appointment. He doesn"t meet anyone without an appointment."
"I think next month his schedule is free. I can book your appointment for that time. Come back then. Maybe he"ll meet you. That would be all."
The calm on Kellian"s face as he dealt with the Warlock Council Envoy was certainly impressive. He didn"t seem like he was intimidated at all. Instead, it seemed like he was talking to ordinary people here.
The crimson walls of his room seemed to be painted with blood, matching the red door and the grave atmosphere in the room.
Dallas also wore a red shirt which seemed the same as the paint on the walls, making him become one with the wall in the back for the most part. He stood with his arms folded, calmly looking at the events happening.
As one of the strongest Warlocks of the Uprising, he appreciated the uncompromising att.i.tude of Kellian since it matched his personality. He was a Warlock who didn"t speak many words. He only spoke through his actions, gaining many achievements in the Wars.
The conversation between the two sides reached a dead end as Kellian refused to entertain even the thought of letting the Warlock Council have their way here.
"Are you sure you want to go that way?" Jia asked, frowning.
As she grew upset, a strange mist filled the room. The white mist was mostly transparent, not affecting the vision by much, but something else was there about it, which was special.
A sword made of mist took shape behind Kellian, placing itself on the neck of Kellian. Even though the Sword was made of mist, it was so sharp that it could easily slice someone"s head off.
"Is your answer still the same? Why don"t you try saying that again and see if you remain alive after that or not? The Warlock Council isn"t a toy that you can play with as you wish. I can destroy you in a second if I want to."
Jia glared at Kellian with squinted eyes as she threatened him.
Unfortunately for her, it didn"t have the effect she intended to. There was no fear on Kellian"s face as he heard the threat. Instead, a calm smirk decorated the lips of Kellian.
"I should say the same thing to you," Kellian told Jia as he picked up a gla.s.s of water, taking a sip of water.
He placed the gla.s.s back on the table. Jia remained confused, wondering what he was talking about when she felt something touching her neck.
She lowered her head, only to find a pitch black shadow sword resting on her neck. A shadow had appeared behind her out of nowhere.
"Miss Jia, please remember. This isn"t the Warlock Council, and you aren"t a big shot here. If I want, I can kill you a thousand times while staying perfectly safe." Kellian"s voice filled the room, coming from a different place.
Jia grew surprised, hearing the voice as it didn"t come from Kellian. Instead, Kellian stood in front of her with his lips closed.
She turned around, wondering who had spoken, only to find Kellian standing near Dallas with his back resting against the wall. His right knee was bent as his foot rested on the wall behind him.
Stunned, she turned back to look at Kellian, who was sitting before her to find him disappear, turning into thin air as if he wasn"t real.
The real Kellian walked back to the chair and sat again.
He stared deep into the eyes of Jia as he continued, " You can"t give me a single scratch while I can cut your body into a thousand small pieces. Just remember that. It"s not we who are at your mercy, but it"s you who are at our mercy."