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Chapter 403: Chapter 403: Meaning of Hero
Chapter 403 – Meaning of Hero
The Silver City was once again destroyed. And after this event, the folks began to believe the city itself was cursed.
The folks who succeeded in escaping thanks to Kaden’s mercy babbled about seeing nothing except flashes of crimson, followed by utter destruction.
They said, almost like a preaching, that the culprit of such destruction could not be a man walking on earth like any of them, but a god that came to deliver punishment.
It was not all; they all witnessed a woman high in the air, visage too blurry to be seen from afar, yet all could hear the clacking sound that followed the movement of her hair, and the sentiment of deep fear eating them from within each time they looked at her.
It was harrowing.
In a span of time too short to ponder, the news of the state of Black Dwells, past name Silver City, traversed far away, reaching all who were interested.
As if fate was in a joyous mood, Rome was already on his way to Silver City in order to prepare for the great display of strength his lady planned to do on the day of her coronation.
He found nothing but tendrils of smoke and a heavy stench of blood and death, making the newcomer knights spill everything from their stomachs.
Rome almost went back, reluctant to stay in that cursed place any longer. But then, a bloody glint caught the corner of his eye.
He paused, taking a deep breath, heart hammering against his ribs.
At the back of his head, a song was playing. He paid it no mind.
Focusing back, he saw the origin of the light.
There, in the middle of the ashed city, was the corpse of a wolfkin and his wolf, he assumed. They were kneeling on the ground, their empty sockets burning with flickering crimson-gold fire as if alive.
In front of the two kneeling dead beings was a necklace with a moon swallowed by fire linked on it.
On the ground, words were etched.
Rome told his knights to wait, then he stepped away from them, approaching the necklace to read the words.
Thinking he was close enough, he halted and began to read.
An Empress now? Gods, I pity those under you, Golden Voice. Even so, take this as a small gift. It was a memorable day, wasn’t it?
The day we killed the Moon.
Rome read, and as he did, the song playing at the back of his mind increased in intensity.
He jerked, suddenly noticing that it was one of his lady’s songs.
But how? he wondered, looking around the destruction. And he seemed to hear something else inside the song.
Something...
"Bring it to me."
Rome and his men froze in sudden panic, listening as the song shifted to convey Sora’s voice.
"Bring the necklace to me. And that, in the fastest way possible. I want it before the official coronation."
Yes, that day was the day of Sora’s coronation into her new role.
As an Empress.
Listening to Sora’s voice, Rome sensed how his lady’s voice seemed to crack, as if holding herself from crying.
He looked back at the necklace and the display of horrors around, his mind unconsciously going to a young boy for no reason.
Black-haired and red-eyed.
But hey...
’A boy?’ Rome chuckled dryly, licking his dry lips behind his helmet. ’A boy no longer. A man even less. A god, a devil. It doesn’t matter the name. But...’
He breathed, squatted down, and took the necklace into his gloved hand,
’...he can’t be human.’
...
The second destruction of Silver City, this time, didn’t just mainly affect the Celestial Empire. No, there were those who had a plan behind the transformation of the city.
A plan that now crashed down all because of two beings.
"Are you still sulking?" a woman, a wolfkin with blue slitted eyes and a blue-furred body, whispered gently to the man sitting at the edge of the bed, chin resting atop his coiled fingers, eyes pensive.
His hair was a deep, unfathomable dark with such a luminescence it was a sight to behold. His eyes, pink and with pupils shaped like a heart, were staring at the void in front of him.
His beauty was staggering. If Sirius saw this man, the Prince would doubt his own beauty.
And compared to the wolfkin woman, the man was human to the bones, with nothing beastly in him.
"Sigh..."
The wolfkin sighed, took out the white bedsheet covering her naked body. She put herself on all fours, crawled slowly toward the man with a slow, steady pace.
The bed creaked under her movements, followed by soft shuffling sounds.
Soon enough, she was already behind him, her breath caressing the neck of the beautiful man.
"I don’t like to see you in this way, Dancer," she whispered into his right ear, voice sultry. "If you want me to use my position and power, I can do it for you."
She kissed his neck. Her tail flicked excitedly behind.
"You just need to ask."
"I am just curious," the man, called Dancer, said, his voice like a breeze on a beach. "How is it possible? It was not what was planned. That city was supposed to be destroyed either by the new Empress in a way to prove herself, or by the past Emperor who decided to end this farce."
"In any of those ways," Dancer continued, his voice deepening, "we would have obtained the desired result. For I know these arrogant men would want to make a display. But..."
He paused, exhaling softly to regain his breath and calm his stomping heartbeat.
"But all I got is a massacre, Sophie."
"The culprit had left some people alive," Sophie said, "and I managed to get some of them. However, nothing they have said could be of help to us."
She clicked her tongue in irritation.
"All of them are nothing but old women, children, and such."
"The most vulnerable," Dancer scoffed.
"So you can guess what we have here," Sophie followed, smiling faintly, pressing her chest on his back even further, her hands wandering all over Dancer’s body.
"It’s just someone who fancies the little act of a Hero," Sophie continued.
"The type of being I dislike the most," Dancer said, sighing.
"Oh, why?" Sophie murmured. "Aren’t you a hero in a way?"
She hugged him tighter, her voice loving.
"Finding me trapped in my gilded cage, yet you set me free, making me learn how to be a woman; making me aware that I deserve love. If someone should be a hero, it’s certainly you."
Dancer shook his head, slowly grasping the soft hand of Sophie. She purred, her wolf fang sinking lovingly into his flesh.
"I hate heroes, and anything close to that," Dancer repeated, his voice holding an obvious note of distaste.
"Why?"
"It’s always the same, Sophie. All of them are the same, and they all preach the same concept. Concepts of honor, of faith, of love, of loyalty."
He made a gesture with his lips, almost as if he wanted to spit, but swallowed it back.
"Nothing else but ego-filled beings who need to do something, to be hailed, in order for them to feel important. But even all of that is nothing, Sophie, compared to the true issue."
He paused, then turned to stare Sophie face to face. Sophie’s heart was at her throat.
What a beautiful man, she thought in a haze.
"Tell me, my love?" she leaned even closer to him.
"It’s a simple matter, really," he said, eyes slightly distant.
"And it’s that the world only needs a hero for a specific amount of time. After that, what it needs is not a hero, but a legend. A myth for the generations below to follow."
"Do you know what that means?"
He didn’t wait for an answer.
"The Hero of yesterday will become the Tyrant of tomorrow unless he crucifies himself today."
"The Hero needs to die. If not, he will lose his Hero epithet."
Sophie cocked her head. The words of Dancer were profound. But in all honesty, the only thing in her mind at that moment was the body of Dancer.
Not what a hero is, nor their eventual fate.
Still, she smiled and gave the most sincere answer she could muster.
"You are my hero. And I will not let you or anyone else crucify you."
She leaned forward and kissed him.
"You are my light, Dancer. And I cannot lose you, for then I will lose my guidance. So tell me, what do you want me to do? If you wish, I will do my all to find the culprit. Hero or not."
Dancer smiled at her words, knowing it was time he dropped the heavy subject of heroes.
Instead, "I just need you to do one little thing, Sophie."
He kissed her lips.
"Tell me everything," she moaned.
"Time to dance, Sophie. On your knees."
Sophie grinned widely, licking her lips sensually. She approached Dancer even further, plastering her naked body on his own naked one.
"As you will, my love."
And the moans began.
—End of Chapter 403—