Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe

575  Hatred and Anger

In the past, Alvertos would meet a frontman from the Umbra Thieves in the sewer on the first of every month to deliver crucial intel that he would have gathered in that time.

He feared that this person wouldn't be present today since they hadn't communicated in so many years.

If that is so, then I'll leave a message for him and meet him on the first day of next month, he thought.

The passageway he was walking through was claustrophobic, to say the least. His oil lantern cast a dim light ahead, revealing damp stones and vines that grew along the wall.

Every few meters, the tunnel would fork off into side passages, some leading deeper into the mazelike sewers, while others leading seemingly nowehere, ending abruptly in collapsed walls and debris.

Alvertos expertly navigated through the labyrinth, for he knew the way like the back of his hand.

As he pressed on, a strange energy seemed to fill the air as though something very mysterious lurked in the within these depths. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The walls seemed to breathe with him and the light inside the lantern flickered constantly.

Right at that moment, a cold gust of wind blew seemingly out of nowehere, instantly snuffing out the light in the lantern!

Before Alvertos could react, he felt a sharp and cold object pressing against his throat. Then, he felt a presence reveal itself right behind him.

"The night is full of shadows," said the malevolent voice.

Alvertos's shoulders involuntarily relaxed and he replied with a faint smile.

"The shadows hide the blood."

A moment of silence ensued, and the person wielding the dagger loosened his grip ever so slightly. However, he hadn't withdrawn it yet.

"State your name and division," he said.

"Alvertos Vyom, Castor Blood Division," said Alvertos. He paused for a moment before adding, "I serve directly under Lord Kissinger."

"State your code," said the voice.

"244-174-1111," Alvertos answered promptly, and while he did so, he canceled his spell and reverted back to his appearance.

Finally, the person wielding the dagger withdrew his hand. Then, one by one, the flame torches hanging on the walls lit up magically, illuminating the tunnel as well as Alvertos and the mysterious person.

Alvertos turned around, his gaze landing on an old man with a robust physique who was draped in a black cloak. He had long white hair that was tied into a ponytail and a set of dark brown eyes.

The most striking features about him were the three long scars that ran diagonally across his face.

"Rawlins, it has been a while." Alvertos burst into jovial laughter before stepping forward and giving the man a hug.

Rawlins patted Alvertos's back and grinned. "Thought those Flynn bastards would never let you see the light of day, old friend."

"I've been with them since I was a teenager," replied Alvertos. "They trust me too much."

"Hmm, you can never be too sure," said Rawlins as he stroked his chin. "But you coming here now would mean everything is in the clear, yes?"

"Yes." Alvertos nodded with certainty.

"Initially, when it was found out that the patriarch had been poisoned, I had been alienated by everyone in the family. But when I started taking action, hunting down and killing the Magi of our guild, their suspicions started to die down," he added.

"They never blamed you at all?" Asked Rawlins.

"Oh, they did." Alvertos's lips curled up into a sneer. "But it was only for failing to prevent the patriarch from getting poisoned, and not for poisoning him."

"Hahaha!" Rawlins laughed out loud. "I suppose that makes sense. You've been with them for what, a hundred, a hundred-fifty years?"

"Almost two hundred now," Alvertos grumbled.

"All these years you've stayed by their side," Rawlins began. "How is it that you haven't developed any familial sentiments toward them."

Alvertos's eyes flashed with immense fury. "For what they did to my father… the only sentiment I have toward them is absolute hatred!"

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he conjured his sword from his storage ring. He was about to slash it behind him when suddenly Rawlins patted his shoulder, stopping him.

"They're with me."

The next moment, two hazy silhouettes materialized from the darkness and made themselves visible under the light of the torches.

Alvertos sheathed his sword and thought to himself, Mana Liquefaction Magi? Seems like they've only just recently advanced.

The two Magic in black knelt on one knee and respectfully said to Rawlins, "My Lord, the tunnels are clear. No one was following Lord Alvertos."

"Good." Rawlins nodded.

He then looked at Alvertos and continued with a chuckle, "Now we can catch up."

Meanwhile, Elysande and Adam were standing less than ten meters away from the four Magi, completely hidden from their senses.

Elysande had clenched her fists so tightly that her nails had dug into her palms, allowing blood to trickle to the floor. Her eyes were bloodshot, spewing unbridled anger and shock.

She couldn't believe the conversation that was taking place in front of her.

A part of her wanted it to be nothing but a dream.

But she knew it wasn't.

Adam looked at her and whispered in her mind, 'Elysande, don't!'

However, it fell on deaf ears.

She thought back to the time when she was only a little child. Alvertos would take her out to play in the green farmlands west of Ravenfell.

She recalled the time when she had become a Mana Foundation Magus and how he would guide her through a session of mindfulness.

She thought back to the time when Alvertos would take her to the jungles and teach her how to hunt.

All the memories she cherished with this person, who was no different than a father figure to her, came crashing down in her mind.

How… how could you do this to me…

How could you betray me like this…

Adam clasped her shoulder and screamed through Mind Whisper.

'Elysande, stand down!!'

But she was unable to hear him at all. As all the memories she had with Alvertos shattered into nothingness, a wave of hatred and anger washed over her.

Her hand involuntarily reached out for her sword, and as she grabbed the hilt, a torrent of boundless killing intent emanated from her.

Then, she madly charged forward.

"ALVERTOS!!!"

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Esenel