"I understand you don't like to consume children since you have a kid of your own." She briefly looked at Solmira, then turned back to Theron. "But aren't they more juicy?"
Upon hearing this, Theron Noirvale, who was displeased by her sudden change in tone, relaxed his expression and leaned back. His lips curled up as he laughed lightly, showing a mocking expression.
"...Why are you laughing?" Arwen Evcartin asked, dumbfounded by his behavior. She had expected Theron to be shaken. Her words had been a kind of warning. Since he knew the nature of the organization she meant, if he disobeyed them, they would place his daughter on the list.
So why is this guy laughing, as if he doesn't care? Arwen Evcartin thought perplexedly.
Unknown to her, the man sitting in front of her was not the Theron she knew, but the Heavenly Demon Cheon Ma, a demon above demons.
To this demon, cannibalism was a practice he had grown bored of; consuming impotent humans, who were intertwined with karma, felt disgusting.
However, in the early stage of cultivation, cannibalism can be a huge leap. From what she said, there seems to be an organization that practices cannibalism, and both she and Theron are part of it. This means that if Theron attends the gathering, he will be able to perform many rituals that will significantly boost his cultivation progress far beyond what normal methods could achieve.
"Kekeke. Interesting." Theron's interest was piqued. His smile stretched across his face, brimming with ambition, reaching his ears in an eerie way.
Shiver!
Seeing his eerie smile, a chill ran down Arwen Evcartin's spine. She felt uneasy and couldn't understand why Theron was acting so unusually.
Then, Theron Noirvale eased his smile and asked expressionlessly, "So, when is this gathering taking place?"
"...It's on July 14 at the Rothschild branch family." she replied.
Today was 18 June. There was less than a month remaining.
"Ok. I'll be there."
"Wise decision," Arwen Evcartin nodded. "Then I'll come to the academy to pick you up. Since we're going to get married soon, we should travel together… that's what young master Aether wants."
Married? Is she Theron's fiancée? Theron was slightly taken aback by her identity. He had assumed she was only a fellow alumna tied to some shady organization. As it turned out, she was his fiancée.
Moreover, didn't Theron have a daughter?
Right then, Solmira Noirvale, who was far away from them, ran loudly toward Theron, stepped between them, and glared at Arwen Evcartin before speaking disapprovingly, "You're a mean lady. Papa won't marry someone like you..."
At her childish protest, Arwen Evcartin looked at her with a gaze full of contempt. She was disgusted by having to entertain such words, so she stayed silent.
"You make Papa sad and treat him terribly. You pretend to be kind on the outside, but you're evil inside…"
"Watch your tongue, child," Arwen Evcartin cut in, her voice edged with cold disgust.
Frightened by her tone, Solmira fell silent. Tears welled up in her eyes as she buried her face into Theron's chest and clung to him tightly. Next, she started complaining about Arwen Evcartin, urging Theron to sever ties with her. Her voice was shaking, and genuine concern was evident. However, Theron showed no particular emotion toward her. He just stood by as a bystander.
Right then, a voice echoed in his mind.
- You should teach her proper etiquette. I won't tolerate such behavior after our marriage.
'!?'
Theron slightly raised one of his eyebrows. The voice just now was from Arwen Evcartin; however, it didn't reverberate around him. Instead, it felt as if she had whispered directly into his head.
'Voice transmission!' Theron instantly recognized the technique. It was a method that uses vibrations in the air through sound waves and conveys words by channeling internal energy. This secret technique allows one to communicate directly into another person's mind without speaking aloud. It was a technique widely used in the Murim World.
Arwen Evcartin's voice continued:
- It makes me want to throw up, thinking you had her after killing your own mother. Huh, how revolting.
'!?'
Upon hearing her words, Theron slightly furrowed his brows.
- I'm sure you had her by raping her mother, just like you raped me that night. I'm certain you raped her to death and then ate her, you psycho bastard.
"....."
The more the conversation continued, the more surprised Theron became. Just moments ago, he had learned he belonged to a shady cannibalistic organization, and now he was discovering he had killed his own mother, raped Arwen Evcartin, and possibly raped Solmira's mother.
'Just who is this Theron Noirvale I transmigrated into?'
Theron grew curious about the original Theron's identity. It wasn't just because of the man's dark past, identical to his, but also becaus he felt a sense of connection to him — a connection through Demonic Nature.
'How strange... It feels as if I'm hearing about myself...'
Meanwhile,
"Eugh, Let's go, I'll lose my appetite if my gaze fall to this vulgare thing. " Arwen Evcartin clicked her tongue and stood up from the couch. Her personal maid nodded, walked to the door and opened it.
Creek...
Arwen Evcartin approached the door. Before leaving, she paused and reminded him, "Make sure not to disobey them."
"....."
With those last words, Arwen Evcartin passed through the door elegantly, and her maid slowly closed the wooden door, the echo of it resounding through the room.
Creek... Thud!
As she left, the atmosphere gradually calmed. Solmira, who had been sobbing, had already fallen asleep in his arms. It was quite late at night, and for a six-year-old child, her mental exhaustion from Arwen Evcartin's words and relief in Theron's presence were understandable.
Although there was a possibility that what Arwen Evcartin said about her mother might be true, Theron couldn't care less. He was long past such trivial emotional drama.
Thus, Theron dismissed Arwen Evcartin's accusations and carried her to one of the beds. It was a small bed with colorful cartoon bedsheets and stuffed dolls; he laid her down gently before covering her with a blanket.