Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power

Chapter 410: Chapter 410: Little contest

Chapter 410 - Little contest

Morning came, the first ray of light bathing the faces of Kaden and Rea.

They stood at the entrance of the strange house, their eyes directed toward the eight mountains looming far away from them.

Inside the house, nothing was left.

Kaden had taken all the paintings — without looking at them, not even with his perception — the couch, and even the strange multicolored carpet.

He didn’t stop at that. He pushed his greed further and snatched away the blue fire that was softly burning under the fireplace.

He told Blanche to take it. At first, the white phoenix was quite reluctant, finding the fire quite... revolting.

To her, Blanche described, that fire scented like rotten eggs would to humans. It was not something she wished to take within her.

But Kaden had been adamant, making the White Phoenix cry in injustice before finally obeying her master.

Though, she didn’t absorb it, simply storing it within her.

Kaden didn’t mind.

"Are you sure about your information?" Rea asked, eyes squinting at the faraway eight pale mountain hills.

Compared to yesterday when they came, now Rea felt like they could reach it.

How strange, she thought briefly.

"This is the only lead we have." Kaden shrugged, "I don’t think we have any other choice but to follow it."

"And besides," he continued, "it’s not like we will lose anything by trying."

"True." Rea nodded, acknowledging the truth behind Kaden’s words.

She exhaled, briefly closing her eyes. She snapped them back open not even a second later, her ruby eyes more resolute and cold.

"We start by which mountain?"

"The third."

"As you will." Rea nodded and took out a pair of gray, ringed daggers from her space ring.

At that instant, Kaden could no longer stop himself.

"Do you have a thing for rings or what?" His eyebrows arched upward. "You have so many of them. Hell, even your hair and daggers are filled with them."

’This is kind of worrying,’ he added inwardly, stopping himself from showing any kind of judgment on his face.

It was truly a difficult task, and he embarrassingly failed.

"Are you judging my aesthetic?" Rea asked, eyes narrowing.

"I am simply asking."

"No, you are judging me. Why? Did I say anything about yours?"

"Mine is quite normal, to be honest."

"So mine is not?"

"I mean..." Kaden didn’t finish his words, looking at Rea’s annoyed face. Clearly, she didn’t like him pointing out her weird style.

He slowly turned his head forward and coughed forcefully.

"I think we can depart now." He swiftly altered the subject. "We don’t have that much time to waste."

"And I know you can feel them too." He added, now smiling faintly. "Let’s see who kills the most of them."

"Why should I?"

"You are no fun, Rea." Kaden clicked his tongue. "But anyway, the one who loses will cook and make the tent to pass the night."

He spared her a sidelong glance. "How does it sound?"

Rea paused.

Along the way, Kaden had cooked one time, giving her food even though she was embarrassed.

It was delicious.

It had been a long time since she tasted something so good, for the Church of Sorrow loved to make everything about sorrow... even eating would give you the urge to cry.

Not in the good way, to be more precise.

She had been shy to ask him to cook, especially with her attitude toward him. However, hearing this, Rea now had a way to taste those culinary skills once more.

Visibly, her aura shifted, becoming more focused and determined.

"Let’s make it fair." Rea added, knowing Kaden was stronger than her. "You will lower your strength to Master rank."

Kaden suppressed a laugh.

"You think it will change the outcome?"

"Are you afraid?"

"Hm, trying to rage-bait me?" Kaden said. "Well, fine. I acce—!"

SHOOSHHH—!

Rea disappeared, becoming a blur of frayed light as she delved deep into the snow-white landscape.

Kaden barked a laugh. He clicked his fingers, burning the house behind him into white ashes that disappeared with the screaming wind.

Next, he summoned Reditha, his eyes focused on the monsters made of mist moving all around.

"You better move your ass, Kaden." Reditha said as she appeared behind him. "Lady Rea is long gone."

"I am not blind." Kaden said. "I am just giving her a reasonable advantage. I am a fair man. You know even at Master rank she won’t match me."

"You forgot she uses fear to enhance herself." Reditha interjected. "Do you know the limits of that skill? Maybe there is no limit."

"There must be one. Every skill has one."

"Still, it could be high enough for her to win. And don’t you notice it?" Reditha’s voice lowered instinctively. "The scent around Lady Rea."

Kaden’s face became a little more serious.

"I do." He said. "I did since the first time I saw her back in that tavern. The scent of Divinity is thick around her. Especially her head, and where her Origin should be."

"And it’s a Divinity we already came across in addition." Reditha added. "Sorrow."

Kaden said nothing. This made him remember the event of Rea’s uncle wishing to kill her.

There was also the vision when he saw Luke kneeling in front of a grail-skinned woman. Kaden was not himself back then, but now, thinking back on it, he knew that woman had the Divinity of Sorrow.

Sorrow... Sorrow... Sorrow...

"Blanche, do you know the goddess of Sorrow?" Kaden asked.

’Only by name.’ Blanche croaked. ’She is called the WoefulOne. A high-ranked god among gods.’

’High-ranked?’

’Yes. All gods are not equal. They have ranks, though I know nothing of them. I am not a god.’

Kaden tilted his head. ’I thought you were. Your family, I mean.’

Blanche laughed. ’We are Myth. We are born from many aspects of the Seen and UnseenWorlds. That made us have a unique power and a high level at birth. But we cannot advance. The only way to do so is...’

’Bind yourself to another being.’ Kaden guessed.

’Yes,’ Blanche nodded. ’That’s why our family conducted rituals and tests to find our Host. BloodandAshesrituals, we called them. A ritual of death and rebirth through blood and ashes. But...’

Blanche’s voice became strained with unresolved feelings.

’...but all of us became dust scattered by the wind of time. I barely remember what happened in the last thousands of years. And I can no longer find my siblings. Where are they? Are they okay? And why did I forget?’

’I am now alone. I...’

For the first time, Blanche panicked openly.

She had been trying to act strong until now, but there was hardly anything as horrific as not remembering a large part of one’s life.

She felt a sense of void deeper than anything. A void she didn’t know how to fill.

Kaden and Reditha fell silent, acknowledging her insecurities and fears.

After a couple of seconds,

"You are not alone, chicken." Reditha said. "Or do we not count?"

Kaden smiled. "Yes, Blanche. I mean, we are stuck together now, aren’t we? And don’t worry, I will find all your siblings."

’Will you?’ Blanche screeched happily.

"Of course." Kaden nodded. "I was going to do it anyway. I need your family’s fires after all. But now, I will also do it for you. I am sure they are alive somewhere."

It was Blanche’s turn to fall silent. But it didn’t last long as she squealed, appearing in a burst of flame and kissing Kaden on the right cheek.

"Thank you, sweetie!"

Kaden chuckled. Reditha smiled.

But then their smiles froze on their faces as they realized something...

"Kaden..."

Reditha whispered.

"Yes... I know." Kaden’s lips twitched heavily. "I actually forgot the contest with Rea."

He laughed awkwardly, then grabbed Reditha tightly, shifting his position and holding her in a throwing stance.

He pulled his right hand backward, his muscles bulging and cracking, causing the air around to sizzle.

"Well, I guess I need to go a little harder on her."

He grinned.

"Go, Reditha. Kill all of them."

Kaden pivoted, swirling upon himself, and threw Reditha high into the air.

A detonating sound, like the explosion of a collapsing building, boomed around as Reditha ripped open the air, going high above.

Once she reached the highest point, she halted and shifted her stance so that her tip pointed downward.

Blood weaved out from her, painting the sky like blood ink on a blank sheet of paper.

The blood gurgled, swirled, then transmuted into crimson swords.

In one frightening moment, the sky was riddled with swords.

Rea paused in her killing spree, looking overhead.

Her lips twitched heavily as she witnessed the storm of swords plunging down from the heavens with no delay nor mercy.

"Damn Kaden."

—End of Chapter 410—