[Host has become New Hatchery Maiden!]
[1/2 requirements met for entering the Crimson Purgatory!]
[Achievement! Made your own Disciple!
- Rewards:
• Level up x2 (Level 93)
• Draconic telepathy]
[Name your new Disciple: _____]
Minho read through the system messages, then he turned to Ah-Ra. Her aura and mana release far exceeded that of his other three disciples.
This role must've been a really important and significant one, he thought.
His eyes remained on her for a second longer before he sighed. "Ah-Ra."
[Fourth Disciple, "Ah-Ra" has replaced the former Hatchery Maiden and has joined the Dragon Court!]
"Replaced?" Minho muttered to himself. Did the former Hatchery Maiden die or something? "Hmm," he hummed.
He dismissed Ah-Ra as he did with the other disciples and walked over to Go Gun-Hee who was still unconscious.
He crouched close to the old man, checking if his bruises had disappeared. Unlike his disciples, he couldn't see any life bar or so. The air suddenly grew colder than it already was and a smile suddenly stretched on his lips and he stood back up.
CLANG!
Minho's hand was partially transformed into that of a dragon's, sparks flying as he held onto a dagger aimed for his neck.
Following the hand on the dagger's hilt, his half-lided eyes landed on Jinwoo's. "You're late Mr Protector," Minho said to him.
Jinwoo gritted his teeth as he drew back the dagger. He gave a spinning kick, but Minho calmly stepped back, dodging it by a fraction.
"My my, you really are in for a fight today. I see you've been boiling since the other day. The students didn't let us have fun," Minho mused as he dodged two more slashes from Jinwoo.
"Why did you kill them?" Jinwoo's voice was low and serious as he cleaved a clean arc over Minho's chest. "You faked everything. Caring about the humans during the dungeon break. You just killed the orc because I was there, didn't you?"
"You're funny, y'know. You think I'm scared of you or something?" Minho blocked it just in time with his transformed arm, the cut made damage and he felt the sharp pain for a second before his grin stretched.
"I almost forgot the thrill that came with pain," Minho muttered, summoning Antares's Dagger and swiping at Jinwoo's shoulder.
The Shadow Monarch twisted his body, dodging by fraction, but he had failed to predict Minho's next move, earning him a knee to the rib.
He flew back, skidding to a stop.
Minho slowly walked towards him. "Kill them? You think I'd kill them without them being either shredded or becoming ash? Don't make me laugh, Ashborn."
In a blink, both of them moved, daggers clashing and sending sparks flying in the air. Their movements were streaks of crimson and purple light, cleanly slicing off whatever was close by.
Their speed was too much, that everybody they came to close to would just burst.
A wave from a clash sent them both skidding back. "I should've known you put on an act so you could do this," Jinwoo muttered. "You and the other Monarchs have—"
"Oi," Minho interrupted, his smile disappearing instantly. "Don't even think about grouping me with those pieces of shit."
There was a slight crack in Jinwoo's seriousness. It was curiosity. He wondered what Minho meant by that.
"Understood?" Minho's smile returned.
'What exactly is he up to, right now. I can't use my full powers yet. I need to be careful with him,' Jinwoo thought.
Minho dismissed the dagger and stood still, eyes locked on Jinwoo. "So, yes I killed everyone here," he pointed at his throat, his smirk returning. "Kill me… if you can."
"Hm?" Jinwoo raised a brow.
The moment Minho's hands dropped, the space was occupied by Jinwoo's dagger as he now stood in front of Minho.
The dagger was just an inch away from Minho's throat but he didn't even flinch or blink.
"Why do you do this?" Jinwoo asked, wanting to know why exactly Minho's statements seemed odd even from their first meeting.
"Because it's fun," Minho replied instantly. "I was born to destroy, wasn't I?"
Jinwoo got annoyed and drew his hand back, about to strike when a voice called out. "Hunter Sung wait!"
Jinwoo hesitated, turning to see Chairman Go standing.
Minho however, still had his eyes on Jinwoo. "Go on. Are you scared?"
"Why are you both fighting? Hunter Minho just saved my life," Chairman Go said, walking to them.
"Saved your life?" Jinwoo mumbled to himself.
"Hey, that's a dragon in human flesh, not the Chairman. I killed him and made him a subordinate," Minho added to his earlier statement.
Jinwoo turned to Minho, his jaw clenched, but he slowly, reluctantly, took down the blade.
By the lower part of Minho's throat was a reddish glow that seemed to come from inside. It dimmed out after Jinwoo took away his dagger.
Minho was literally about to use his Breath of Destruction if Jinwoo had mistakenly decided to attack. He could feel the hesitation in Jinwoo's movements, which made him able to predict if Jinwoo was actually going to strike or not.
His hand had turned normal before Go Gun-Hee could come any closer.
"Hunter Minho, thank you so much. But, how are the both of you here? Weren't you inside the S-rank gates?" Go Gun-Hee asked.
"Told you I'd win," said Minho, casually, as he turned his back on them, walking away.
"How did you heal—" Go Gun-Hee's words weren't completed when Minho leapt, ricocheting off the fourth floor of a building and landing at the top of the opposite building.
"How did he jump that high?!" Chairman Go's eyes widened in pure shock.
As the cold night wind brushed his face, Minho looked down, glowing crimson eyes locking with Jinwoo's.
Jinwoo stared back at him with a blank expression. His grip on his dagger tightening. "What is he hiding?"