Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 180

Chapter 180: The Secretary Chapter 180: The Secretary On the rooftop of the mall, people were smoking and talking nonchalantly.

Not a lot of them, but several groups occupy some parts of the area.

Just then as their laughter and excited banters reverberated in the air, on one of the circle-shaped seats with decorative plants at its hollow center-a man appeared, manifested through a sway of a silvery light column made entirely of ether.

Of course, this man was none other than Lucivar.

His body curled forward a little as he covered his mouth, holding back the blood threatening to burst.

Soon, his body hummed with a greenish light that seemed to ease his pain.

Lucivar used the God strands to heal his internal wounds.

Slowly but surely, the pain inside subsided along with the corner of his mouth curling upward sinisterly.

From the moment Lucivar saved Thalia, he already knew that he would be involved at a larger play that he needed to be wary of.

Saving her was a declaration to the Crimson Wolf Clan that he was on Thalia’s side, the Feradith Family’s side.

But the night at the hotel broke that declaration completely.

He forsaken the Feradith Family for the sake of his own personal gains.

It was a selfish act that spoke of his character.

Leaning back, Lucivar rested for a second as he still had time before meeting with the representatives from the Trading Union, “I had a gut feeling that this would happen.

I’m guessing that night at the hotel, they were also there.

What I did showed that I’m a man of my own, of course, the Crimson Wolf Clan is going to contact me.

Something like this is trouble so why… why am I feeling excited?” Glancing down at his hand, Lucivar could see that it was trembling uncontrollably.

Fear wasn’t present inside of him so it could only mean one thing, excitement.

Perhaps knowing that this was an opportunity made him unconsciously excited.

As for the danger this poses, it doesn’t matter.

Only a loser would focus on the bad things, winners-the strong focus on the good things.

Dying is a probability in the dangerous game-but what if he didn’t die?

What if he could make use of this opportunity for his own benefit?

What if he succeeded in going with his plans, achieved all of the benefits, and got closer to his goals?

Now that-that puts a smile on Lucivar’s face.

“What do both of you think?” He suddenly mumbled.

Gandr and Sha appeared.

Gandr was coiling on his shoulder while Sha was sitting in a cat loaf position, both were looking at him.

“Personally, the punch is unwarranted.

I’m suggesting we take his arm no, both of his arms” “It has always been to one’s greatest interest to make themselves look weaker than the foolish” Upon hearing this, Lucivar waved his hand.

“I’m not talking about that, I’m talking of which side I should choose,” He clarified.

As soon as he said that, Gandr and Sha paused for a second-looking at him intently.

Then, both of them spoke simultaneously, “Isn’t it obvious?

You should side with that person” “Hah…” Lucivar exhaled deeply.

“I guess this confirms it” Moments later.

Lucivar walked along the mall, searching for the place where the meeting would be held.

He was told that the place was called ‘El Theodore’, it should be an upscale café.

Soon enough, after asking a question to the security, he reached the place-located at the corner of the second floor.

A café that adopted a black and wood theme and it was quite spacious.

From a quick scan alone, the tables could fit around fifty people.

Just as he stepped inside, one of the staff approached him.

“Sir Lucivar?” She asked, tilting her head inquiringly.

Lucivar gave her a nod and he was then brought to a door at the backside.

Having been attacked half an hour ago, he was on edge and was alert about everything but there didn’t seem to be any malice coming from the other side of the door.

Inhaling deeply, he pushed the door open and saw two figures sitting on a table, seemingly waiting for him.

One of the figures was a man in a neat and sleek grey suit who looked uptight.

He was standing behind the woman sitting on the chair across the table.

Unlike the man, the black-haired woman exuded a polished air of professionalism.

Dressed in a crisp white shirt with the top button undone beneath a tailored dark blue blazer, she wore sharp glasses that framed her focus gaze.

She has the poised demeanor of someone who could easily pass for a high-level secretary or executive assistant.

Stopping behind his designated chair, Lucivar squinted his eyes.

“What is your name?” He asked.

Finding this position odd, the woman gestured towards the chair, “Please, can you sit down first?” “Okay then, Ms.

Secretary,” Lucivar ignored her.

“Care to tell me why you’re alone?” Catching a flicker of confusion behind her eyes, Lucivar added, “I thought Dullan would be here” “Sir Dullan has a packed schedule this week, he sent his regards but he couldn’t attend this meeting.

I hope you can understand,” the woman continued, fixing her glasses in place.

“He’s a very busy man, I assure you this is nothing like you think” “Is that your way of saying he doesn’t value me as much?” Lucivar questioned again.

His tone was now a lot sharper than before.

“No, you have to understand, he wouldn’t agree to this if he didn’t value you,” the woman replied.

But this only prompted Lucivar to scratch the back of his head in annoyance.

Clicking his tongue in displeasure, finding that this was going to be a waste of time as talking with the secretary wouldn’t amount to anything as she didn’t have any say, Lucivar turned around to leave.

He was fuming inside, ‘I bothered pestering Fabio and even risked my life coming here and this fucker did not even attend.

Fine, I’ll check the Trading Union off my list of sponsors’ Even though Dullan was favored by Loki’s opportunity light, he wasn’t going to stand this.

If he stayed any longer, he would’ve exploded.

Just as he was about to reach for the door, a hand grabbed his shoulder from behind.

Lucivar slowly turned with bulging eyes and saw the bodyguard of the secretary was the one who dared to grab him by the shoulder.

Almost instantly, the thread of reasoning inside of Lucivar broke-but the woman continued, “Sir Lucivar, we can talk about this.

I will inform the CEO of your feelings if you’re at least willing to discuss this” Instead of gaining an answer, a scream suddenly echoed inside the soundproof room.

“Raargghk!!” Startled, the woman’s breath hitched sharply as a gasp escaped her lips.

Her bodyguard’s scream-a raw, harrowing sound she had never imagined could come from him ripped through the tense air.

His body twisted in agony, covering Lucivar’s stature in front of him.

Then, the woman sucked in a cold breath when Lucivar slowly came to vision.

She was granted a chilling glimpse of the situation.

At the sight, her face went slightly pale-she saw the bodyguard’s hand that grabbed Lucivar’s shoulder earlier was crushed beyond recognition, twisted grotesquely in the wrong direction.

Also, she saw the glowing crimson scarab mark on Lucivar’s forehead, exuding ominous energy.

Just the mark alone shows that Lucivar had invoked the Triune Scarab ability.

And one look at the scarab told the woman what she needed to know.

‘He has a named bloodline, a powerful one that is,’ She frowned and sweated a little.

Before coming here, she had already done her due diligence, researching Lucivar and found from the academy tests-that he was a Harpy Hybrid.

So seeing such a mark, one that no Harpy Hybrid has had shows that he was unique-certainly had a named bloodline.

On the other hand, Lucivar snapped.

Going through the trouble to come here after begging Fabio-and even being ambushed by the Crimson Wolf Clan had taken a toll on Lucivar’s pride, but he had swallowed it all to attend this meeting.

And yet, Dullan didn’t attend, sending only his secretary in his stead.

Such an act reeked of blatant disrespect, one that Lucivar couldn’t tolerate.

Especially after what he had gone through to come here.

Recovering from the initial shock, the bodyguard’s ether flared, bathing his form in a crimson glow as he prepared to retaliate.

But Lucivar remained unfazed.

With a simple motion, he delivered a light but effective punch to the bodyguard’s throat.

Almost instantly, the bodyguard collapsed, gasping for air, clutching at his neck as his breath failed him.

But Lucivar wasn’t done there.

He stepped forward, pressing his shoe down on the man’s remaining hand, grinding it mercilessly.

His contempt was cold, unspoken-but his glare, it burned brighter than any flame.

“Who do you think you are?” Lucivar whispered chillingly.

“To think you’re allowed to touch me” Coming back from Kalinan City, he wanted to lay low and plan as the tournament was getting nearer by the day.

He didn’t want any problem, wanting to focus on Caldaros.

Wanting to focus on what kind of torture he would use on Caldaros, what kind of mental trauma, and even how Caldaros would end.

But reality would never go how he wanted.

Just then, Lucivar lifted his foot-liberating the man from the pain.

“No, I shouldn’t have blamed you,” Lucivar whispered before he turned towards the woman.

Realizing that his focus was now on her, the woman unconsciously held her breath.

In a rushed manner, Lucivar walked towards her, causing her to lean on the chair tensely-before her eyes flickered as she reached for her black briefcase beside her.

Before she could grab what she needed, Lucivar’s hand was already softly wrapped around her neck.

He could feel her warm skin vividly, the blood inside of her was pumping frantically.

Even then, her face remained professional and composed.

Other than her paleness, she tried to be emotionless.

“Do you know how much effort I needed to make to be here?” Lucivar asked, his eyes glowed golden.

He then reached for her face with his other hand, “I am really angry right now, Ms.

Secretary.

And like all people, when I’m angry I tend to be violent” Feeling the grip tightening around her neck, the woman reached for his hand.

“T- Then let me make it worthwhile,” She quickly said through a choked throat.

Upon hearing this, Lucivar tilted his head, “And how would you do that when your boss isn’t here?” “I…” the woman locked eyes with Lucivar seriously.

“I knew the stages of the tournament!

I have all the details in my briefcase, we’re willing to offer you the information about the tournament as long as you accept us to be your sponsor” “Oh…?” Lucivar blinked, mildly surprised by this proposition.

Pausing for a second, he kept staring at the woman.

Once he found that she was telling the truth, she let go of her neck, allowing her to breathe easily again.

She cleared her throat and tidied up her collar as Lucivar sat across her.

“Let’s hear it then,” Lucivar said firmly.

“But don’t think this will undo your disrespect, I will still hold your boss accountable for that”