Hero of Darkness

The next morning when the inhabitants of the city started their day at the dawn of sunlight, another horrifying scene of a brutally tortured and cut down body was put on display in the same square of the city.

This time, it was a short and slim elf who was crucified on a metal pole. It was none other than Levi Strabrort who Azrael hunted down by infiltrating right inside his mansion under the protection of 400 people. The whole clan was in an uproar now because their clan head was dead & the successor also went missing.

The body of this elf who appeared very young because of his species characteristics was now hung up in the same square where the incident of powerful people publicly condemning a young woman to a fate worse than death and making her brother watch as they rap*d her happened four years ago.

Many people who had come to watch this body and had already heard of what happened 3 days ago felt nauseated after they saw the mangled body of this elf.

Many people in the crowd vomited after looking at the body and the onlookers belonging to the Elven race were enraged to the core after looking at how brutally Azrael had tortured this one.

Not because they felt sympathy towards this noble clan heir.. But because of how Azrael had trampled upon the pride of the elven race from the way he chose to kill this heir.

All the members of the Elven race always prided their intelligent minds and clever nature throughout history. But the body had the skull portion above the eyes cut off cleanly. His half-cut brain was on display for everyone to see.

The right side of this elf was melted down and his rib cage bones were visible as if he was tortured with some acid. The left side was burned up and had many claw marks on it.

This time, there were was nothing left in the nether region. But what enraged these Elven onlookers was something else.

For Elves, their biggest pride was long and sharp ears. In their culture and customs, their ears were treated as the most sacred part of the body. It was what differentiated them from normal humans. Their ears were what established their identity and their existence in this world.

But on the body of this dead elf.. His ears were cut down. They were cut down in a way that made them look exactly like a normal human ears.

Azrael had kicked down the very pride of the Elven race with this public display. He had gained the misgivings of every elf who came to watch this body.

The whole incident with his declaration of war with the noble clan heirs had already garnered the attention of everyone in the city and had been a talking subject no matter where one went.

Plenty of the masses who still remembered the incident that happened 4 years ago had thoroughly supported his actions and to them, he was now their hero. To them, he was someone worthy of worship.

Although many were doubtful of his capabilities because it was a different thing when you ambushed someone and when your enemies knew that you were coming, the majority still sided with Azrael.

But by today's display.. It was made very clear that Azrael was someone who could face an entire noble clan by himself. Otherwise, the heir of the 3rd most powerful noble clan in the city would not be hanged right in the middle of the city.

This would definitely make Azrael an unforgettable figure in the history of this city.

At this moment, Kahn was having his breakfast in his house and ate as if nothing had happened yesterday night.

"Alright, I'm full. I'll be reading in my room. Don't disturb me." informed Kahn to Jerome.

"Sir, aren't you going to partake in the war against those monster hordes that are coming out of the Bromnir dungeon?" asked Jerome.

"Not my problem. The military & the adventurer association can deal with it. Besides, no one has come asking for my help or tried to hire me either." replied Kahn.

His hands were already full with gathering information and doing reconnaissance on the capabilities and reach of these noble clans & their heirs, he was in no mood of getting mixed in with these affairs even though it was him who cleared the dungeon and caused the outbreak.

If Kahn were to partake in the forces who were repelling these monsters, many watchful eyes would be glued to him and he won't be able to properly execute his plans and hunt down these noble heirs.

After the second heir was put on a display.. It would be a matter of the prestige of the clan. If they couldn't even protect their heirs from Azrael, they would no longer be seen as strong and powerful people but posers who were scared of just one man.

On the western end the Flavot city, there was a mansion made of black and hard stones which gave it a similar look to a fortress. A meeting was currently being held in the main hall of this mansion and more than two dozen respected members who ran the clan were having heated discussions with each other.

All these members belonged to the Tigerkin species and the colors of their furs varied like a rainbow.

"No! I'm against it. We can't act like we're scared of just one man!" an elder of the clan spoke.

"Are you out of your mind?! Azrael entered right inside their house and took the boy out. He even killed their clan head despite being surrounded by the army of mages which even we had to be wary of in the past. Do you still think he can't do anything against us because he's just a single person? Use your little brain for once!" rebuked another elder.

"Silence!!" a domineering and authoritative voice shut all noises up.

At the end of this hall, a 4 meter tall green tigerkin was sitting on the seat of the clan leader.

"The House of Odelschwanck has never cowered against anyone. Even those bastard Elves had to surrender us against our numbers in the past. So why do we care if some nutjob thinks he can come and kill one of our own?" the clan head's voice resounded in this tall and wide hall.

His gaze then landed on a red tigerkin man who was 3 meters tall and was named as the successor for the clan head's position.

"Tell me what do you think of this, Reiner?" he asked the red tigerkin.

Reiner Tu Odelschwanck, an intermediate master rank warrior who was extremely talented in hand-to-hand combat and was also seen as the guy you shouldn't provoke because of his body full of bulging muscles.

Reiner stood in response and spoke.

"I would like to propose relocating me. It's clear that this Azrael has the means to infiltrate the most guarded places easily. Compared to us, those elves are far better at using detection spells and magic formations. But they still failed to guard against him. Even someone as strong as their clan head also died by his hands." said Reiner. And continued his words again.

"What I mean is keeping me out of his sight. Since he won't be able to find me here, there would be no reason for him to fight against our clan. That way, we won't lose unnecessary manpower either. And in the meantime, we can search for his real identity or the whereabouts of that blacksmith.

This is not us being afraid of Azrael.. It's called making a tactical retreat till we have an opportunity to find and kill our enemy." said Reiner.

"I agree. This is far better than losing hundreds of our warriors just to catch one guy." suddenly, a black tigerkin spoke who was seated the closest to the clan head. It was the main advisor of the leader.

In the next second, the clan responded in his majestic voice.

"Fine. If both of you propose this approach, then I leave it to you. Now, let's create a plan on how we kill this Azrael."