No More Pain For This Villain.



Alver seemed taken aback by my firm refusal to help him. His face turned stern, his brows furrowing in frustration.

"Nope, I don't plan on helping you," I reiterated, my voice unwavering.

"And why is that?" Alver questioned, his tone laced with a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

"I don't want to be involved in anything....illegal," I stated plainly. It might sound hypocritical coming from someone like me, but the truth was, I didn't want to be entangled in any shady dealings.

"Illegal? There's nothing illegal!" Alver exclaimed, his voice rising in volume as he stood up from his chair.

"Ha-ha, like I don't know what those syndicates from the Grav Kingdom are up to, right? And what about bribing court officials? It seems like you're not unfamiliar with that either," I said sarcastically, a sly smile forming on my face.

"Wha- how? It's - no, what the-."Alver seemed taken aback, his words getting caught in his throat as he struggled to come up with a response. He mumbled incomprehensibly as he tried to process my words but soon his eyes turned sharp.

"How did you know that... those are criminal syndicates or that the people in my contacts are trusted officials from the Grav Kingdom?" Alver's aura shifted, as if he was genuinely interrogating me and growing increasingly annoyed.

"Well..." I remained unfazed by his intensity. "We're not that good of friends yet to be sharing those kinds of things, are we?" I replied, maintaining a cool and composed demeanor.

Alver seemed to be taken aback by my response. He paused for a moment, his expression softening as he realized the truth in my words. "You're right," he admitted, his tone is more measured now. "We're not close enough to share everything. But I can assure you that my intentions are not as sinister as you may think."

I raised an eyebrow, skeptical of his claim. "And what are your intentions then? Enlighten me."

Alver nodded, his gaze meeting mine with newfound determination. "I understand. I will do my best to prove to you that my intentions are genuine and honorable." He smiled, but doubt still lingered in my mind. How great of an actor was this guy?

Silence enveloped us as we awkwardly stared at each other, unsure of what to say or do next.

"Umm... so what now?" Alver broke the silence, seeking guidance.

I let out a sigh, feeling a sudden surge of pain coursing through my body. The timing couldn't have been worse. How embarrassing.

As I looked down at myself, the pain intensified. My left hand bore the brunt of the damage, with the skin mostly peeled off, exposing raw muscles and blood.

It was from the time Alver pulled me from the spatial rift.... I didn't notice it because of other things,

"I guess I'll have to tend to this," I said, a hint of annoyance in my voice. "Take care, Alver. Don't make me quiet the guild... Guild Master." With that, I turned to leave the room, clutching my injured hand.

Alver's expression shifted to one of concern. "Wait! Let me help you," he offered, his tone sincere.

I paused, considering his offer. "Nah, this is fine," I replied dismissively as I walked towards the end of the shattered window.

"Ren!" Alver called after me one last time. "Just remember, if you need any help, ask me." His words fell on deaf ears as I chose to ignore him.

'Smokeball,' I called for... the parasite,' I know you are here.' I jumped down from there and soon felt someone swoop me in the middle of landing.

'Well looks like you've had a rough time princess.' Blaze said as it didn't take us even a second to disappear from that place to directly ahead a few hundred meters in the sky where nobody would be able to see us on this cloudy night.

I looked up in astonishment as Blaze, in his majestic feline form, swooped down from the sky and caught me in his claws. I found myself suspended mid-air, my body cradled securely against his sleek black fur. The sensation was exhilarating, the wind whistling in my ears as we soared through the night sky.

Blaze effortlessly maneuvered through the air, his wings gliding with grace and power. The world below us appeared miniature, with city lights twinkling like stars in the distance. We soared higher, ascending to a height where the clouds embraced us, wrapping us in their misty embrace.

Lying on Blaze's broad back, I marveled at the breathtaking view. The night sky stretched endlessly above, adorned with a tapestry of stars that shimmered and danced. The cool air brushed against my skin, carrying with it a sense of freedom and possibility.

I bought a few healing potions from the store and gulped them down my throat before answering,"Yeah,take me to a tavern for now, we'll leave this place first thing in the morning.

Guided by Blaze's keen instincts, we navigated the night sky, invisible to those below. I trusted his abilities implicitly, knowing that he would lead us to our destination with precision. The tavern, a sanctuary in the bustling city, awaited our arrival, offering a temporary haven where we could regroup and plan our next move.

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[Alver's POV]

"Hey, wait -!" I ran up to the edge of the shattered window, my heart pounding in my chest. But to my surprise, Ren Hilton was nowhere to be seen. He had vanished into the night without a trace.

"How...?" I muttered, my mind swirling with confusion. This encounter had left me with more questions than answers. How did he manage to escape so quickly? Why did he decline my offer of help? What was his true motive?

Frustration welled up within me as I replayed the events in my mind. Ren Hilton was a enigmatic figure, shrouded in mystery. From the moment I met him, he had sparked my curiosity and piqued my interest. But now, he had slipped through my fingers, leaving me with a lingering sense of unease.

I leaned against the window frame, gazing out into the darkened cityscape below. The streets were filled with bustling activity, oblivious to the turmoil raging within me. I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to Ren Hilton than met the eye.

I still couldn't wrap my head around the mysteries surrounding Ren Hilton. How did he possess knowledge of things that were kept secret from the entire world? It defied logic and reason, leaving me even more intrigued by his enigmatic nature. 

But what truly astounded me was his resilience and seemingly invulnerable nature. Despite being pulled forcefully from a spatial rift, an experience that should have caused excruciating pain, he showed no outward signs of discomfort. It was as if he possessed an extraordinary resilience and control over his own body.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that Ren Hilton was no ordinary individual. There was something extraordinary about him, something that set him apart from the rest. Perhaps it was his exceptional physical and mental strength, or maybe there was something deeper, a hidden power or ability that he possessed.

"And damn," I groaned, feeling a sharp pain as I gingerly removed the bandage from my abdomen. The wound itself was healing well, and I had already taken measures to filter out the poison from my body. But what truly frightened me was not the wound or the poison—it was the impact of the powerful punch that Ren Hilton had delivered.

In all my years as a skilled fighter, I had never experienced such force. It was as if he had channeled all his strength and unleashed it in that single punch, shattering two of my ribs. The intensity of the blow was unlike anything I had ever encountered before, leaving me astounded and somewhat apprehensive.

To think that Ren Hilton, someone who appeared to be below my level, possessed such raw power was a sobering realization. It made me question the true extent of his abilities and what he was truly capable of.

"Mother, it seems that your son will be able to...... conquer," I whispered, gazing up at the sky. The moon had not yet risen, and darkness enveloped the world around me.

"Demacia Guild is not just a means to an end, but a symbol of my aspirations," I declared, my voice filled with determination. "It will rise to become the world's top guild, for it is through its success that I shall attain what is rightfully mine."

Taking a deep breath, I resolved to uncover the truth. I would delve deeper into his past, his connections, and his intentions. There was a reason why he caught the atten

tion of Clay, the old man who had mentored me and entrusted me with the Demacia Guild.

"The world will witness the rise of Demacia Guild," I whispered,"And they will know the name of Alver, the guild master who forged its path to greatness."

.... silence...

"Yuck, that was cringe." I cringed at my own words instantly but still it is what it is.