Chapter 291: Trauma

Ravena stayed silent for a while before finally saying, "Don’t make any mistakes, and do it as fast as you can."

Ciaran simply sneered and said in an annoyed tone, "No need to tell me that. I will be sure to succeed. He is just a 15-year-old kid. What can even go wrong?"

Ravena simply nodded and didn’t ask anything further.

’If he is really that confident, then there is nothing to worry about. And even if he fails, it won’t matter much, since we are sure to clash with Edward anyway.’

With that thought in mind, Ravena didn’t continue questioning him.

Ravena then looked at Ciaran and said in a serious and commanding tone, "You are free to leave now, and you are also free from imprisonment. But don’t try anything funny, or else you will die."

Ciaran didn’t say anything.

He simply turned around and left the room without another word.

Ravena also didn’t say anything further.

After Ciaran left, Ravena was left alone in the room.

’There is no need to worry about the Vampires and the demons of the Central Region. Since I have already talked with Blood Saint, this matter is almost done. Now, the only thing left is to talk with the other two Noble Demon Clans.’

There were three Noble Demon Clans across the entire Demon Continent.

The first was Mortalis, which consisted of Vampires.

The second clan was Vaelgrim. Most of its members were either Empath Demons or Lust Demons.

And the last clan was Netherkin. Its members came from various species other than the ones belonging to the other two clans.

The Netherkin had the highest number of demons among the three Noble Demon Clans, but they were also the weakest when it came to the number of Immortal-rank Demons they possessed.

Ravena frowned just by thinking about meeting them.

She didn’t know what she was supposed to say to convince them. There was no way they would simply believe her that easily.

The only thing she could do was try to make them understand the gravity of the situation and hope that they would understand.

"That coward bastard got me into this trouble, and he is probably drinking his juice right now. I am sure about that," Ravena muttered while slightly leaning backward in her chair.

"I wonder how he would convince that Nightmare Saint."

...

At Night.

12 AM.

In Asher’s Living Room.

The living room had a sofa, two chairs, a table, and a large TV.

There were also four large simulation pods beside the wall. All four of them were closed, and someone was already inside each of them.

And then, all four of the pods opened at the same time.

Asher and his teammates came out of the pods.

Noah and Adam’s faces were completely blank as they stepped out of the pods. They looked as if they had just gone through some kind of trauma.

Asher, on the other hand, had his usual casual expression, as if there was nothing wrong at all.

Aria’s expression was also a little pale.

Noah then slowly moved toward the sofa in the living room and sat down.

Adam also sat on the sofa beside Noah.

Aria took one of the chairs.

Only Asher remained standing.

He then took four juices out of his subspace and looked at the three of them, who were still completely silent.

Asher tilted his head slightly and asked in a confused tone, as if he genuinely couldn’t understand what was wrong with them.

"Why are you so silent today? Wasn’t it fun?"

Noah slowly raised his head and looked directly into Asher’s eyes.

He then asked in a tired tone, "When did getting holes in your body from bullets, dying because you got burned and blasted by grenades and getting run over by a car?"

And then Noah stood up from the sofa and looked at Asher, his face already twisted with anger. He then said, in a loud and enraged tone, "AND GETTING EATEN ALIVE BY DINOSAURS, ZOMBIES, AND GOD KNOWS WHAT OTHER TYPES OF MONSTERS! AND THEN GETTING CHASED BY SOME GHOST INSIDE A HOUSE FULL OF GHOSTS AND INSECTS IS FUN!?"

Noah said all of this without even stopping for a moment to catch his breath. He continued speaking so quickly that, by the time he finally finished, he was practically gasping for oxygen as if he had just run a marathon. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and yet he was still glaring at Asher with the same enraged expression, as though he was waiting for him to finally understand just how ridiculous the whole situation had been.

While Noah was practically losing his mind, Asher simply took another calm sip of his juice. He looked completely unaffected by Noah’s outburst and then said, in a genuinely confused tone, "It wasn’t?"

As soon as Noah heard those words, his face twisted with even more anger. His eyes widened in disbelief, and without thinking twice, he immediately ran towards Asher while shouting, "THIS BASTARD!"

But before Noah could reach him, Adam quickly stopped him by grabbing his hand. He held him back and then said in a tired tone, "Noah, stop. It’s useless to argue with him."

Noah stopped struggling for a moment and then turned his head to look back at Adam, clearly still furious. He then said in a loud and frustrated tone, "What do you mean, stop!? I almost pissed myself when that ghost suddenly appeared right in front of me with that scary-looking face of hers! I won’t even be able to sleep tonight, maybe for a week!"

He then turned his attention back towards Asher, who was still standing there completely relaxed and casually sipping his juice as if none of this concerned him in the slightest.

Noah stared at him for a few seconds, completely baffled by Asher’s calmness, before finally throwing his hands up in frustration.

"And then this guy has the audacity to ask if it wasn’t fun!?" Noah exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief and irritation.