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Chapter 609: Growth Correlates with Time?
After storing the son’s corpse in his spatial storage and the syringe in a black container, he had a voice echo into his ear - resounding from an earpiece.
"Status report."
The voice belonged to his brother, Marek, otherwise known as the Crown of Roses and the current head of the Roselles.
Placing his index and middle fingers on the side of the earpiece, the Gardener answered:
"Target eliminated. I have also collected an interesting item that is in need of research."
"Is what you found a syringe, perhaps?"
"You’re aware of it?" The Gardener asked in surprise.
Marek hummed in confirmation, "Veil of Roses had encountered one as well, along with Thorn of Roses. We have yet to get any report back from Blades of Roses, but I suspect he might be dealing with them as we speak."
"I see... what’s the situation on your side?"
"The head of the Nightravens and I are having... issues... tracking down the Patriarch. We’re suspecting that he may have employed some kind of measure to disrupt detection."
For the past week, the Roselles and Nightravens had been working together to take down the Darkhounds.
The two families were close in relation, but had never joined together on a scale this large - well, not in a long time, to be accurate.
This team-up had only formed when the Nightraven contacted them one day, having been informed that the Darkhounds were in cahoots with the Cult of Jesters.
Apparently, the Nightraven’s informant was one of their very own.
’Even if the information about their cahoots were to be false, it still links to our theory about their relationship with the Cult of Jesters. It’s better to just wipe them out now than to be sorry later.’
"How’s my daughter’s condition thus far?"
"Hm?" The Gardener raised an eyebrow, "Your daughter, huh? Theoretically, her condition should be stable as long as she continues to take her lover’s blood."
"I see... I still find that treatment unorthodox, but I suppose as long as it works, it’s alright." Crown of Roses whispered.
"I still believe my idea of her adapting to it would’ve been far more effective, rather than having her constantly taking suppressants." The Gardener commented, "If she were to ever rampage, just one of us would be enough to suppress her."
"..."
The Crown of Roses fell silent on the otherside. But a second later, he spoke:
"The Corruption, unlike some may think, is a living thing." Marek paused for a split second before continuing, "It was said that anything that holds godly essence will eventually give birth to intelligence in some form.
"And like all living things, the Corruption ages as well - growing smarter after each passing year. And the smarter it gets, the more likely it is to grow to become a threat.
"Being the host of the Corruption is torturous enough. Having to endure its full, brutal attempt to take over your mind is far more than what I want her to go through. For now, the Corruption within my daughter is only a year old - having been contained by the Saint of the Vermilion Bird - so she still has time to grow her potential and strength, while also getting more familiar with how to suppress it.
"A person’s growth always correlates with time, my dear younger brother."
After saying that, the Crown of Roses went silent, having cut off the communication line with the Gardener of Roses, who sighed exasperatedly.
"Growth this and growth that..." He muttered frustratedly, "He keeps on limiting her growth. If I ever have a child, I would be sure to push them to their very limits."
Pushing himself up from his crouch, the Gardener turned around - finding over a hundred ravens flocking towards him; they all transformed into humans upon reaching him.
The Gardener was also working alongside members of the Nightravens.
"Ah~...! My dear companion, I see that you’re done here as well?"
Walking up to him, a handsome man with long hair came up to him; his hair was black and had streaks of silver, despite appearing to be in his 20s, and he had bright violet eyes.
This man was a Nightraven, more specifically, one of Emilio’s uncles.
The Gardener turned to him, his frustration alleviating swiftly to hide his emotions, "Hm? I see that you’re done taking care of the branch?"
"Absolutely, my dear fellow! I’ll say, those chaps put up quite the fight. To think this branch had a Tier 4 mage." The Nightraven sighed with sorrow, "I’ve lost a few good men, but we reined in victory in the end."
"I see..." The Gardener nodded slightly.
Then, he asked out of curiosity, "This has been bugging me since the moment we met, but why do you sound like a Westerner? You’re from the East."
"Hahaha." The Nightraven chuckled, "Well, my dear fellow, even though I’m from the East, I don’t have an eastern name, do I?" The Nightraven chuckled, "I’m also quite a fan of the cultures in the west, it’s truly a sublime place to go to for vacation. But, only if you’re able to tolerate all those villains. Those runts are always trying to cause a ruckus."
As the Nightraven continued to talk, the Gardener slowly began to regret speaking to him. He remembered the reason why he hated interacting with the Nightravens.
It was because...
’They’re always so chatty.’
***
Lillian gulped at what she heard. This was her punishment? Being tied to a chair? For the entire event?
The Rabbit moved her arms against the chains, finding them to be nothing special. What stopped her from breaking free?
Seeing that Lillian was rather confused about the punishment she laid out, Marionette smiled widely.
"Try and use your magic to break free."
Upon hearing this, Lillian narrowed her eyes and willed her mana throughout her body. Then, she manifested a blade of water in the air, intending to slice through the chains that bound her.
But when the water blade appeared, the devices on the walls brightly lit up. And when they did, the water blade she created suddenly evaporated.
This caused Lillian to widen her eyes.
"Eh?"