Chapter 642 The Executioner [Pt 2]
Esme got the [Executioner] Skill at the most tragic part of her life.
Back when she witnessed the state of her family—how they had been subjected to such torture and were reduced into entities less than human.
She killed everyone back then, and as a result of that… the Skill awakened.
{Skill Details}
[Executioner]
Tier: A
Ability: Releasing an Aura of death that can have varying effects on your targets. From mere incapacitation to insanity, to even their demise; depending on the intensity of the aura and the resistance of the target.
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And so, when push came to shove… Esme chose to rely on this Skill for the first time in a very long time.
And, just as she expected, it didn't end well.
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"G-guarrrk!"
"Keuk!"
"Uuu-uwaahhhhh!!!"
The Young Ones fell to their knees as they held various parts of their body, screaming for help throughout. Some held their heads, others clutched their chest, and a few embraced themselves very tightly as they quivered in both pain and fear. Their screams pierced the air, up to the point where the non-intervening Elders finally began to move.
In just a few seconds, the Elves were foaming in the mouth, sprawling on the floor, as their faces begged for forgiveness—or at least some semblance of mercy.
"S-stop your actions!"
"You're… you're hurting them!"
"D-do you have any idea what you're doing! Cease at once!"
Once the Elders rushed to the scene to assist the Young Ones, their concerned voices catching Esme's attention, she looked at them with slightly annoyed eyes.
The next thing that happened was their downfall as well.
They too slowly crumpled to the ground, their bodies unable to move due to the intensity of her Skill. All the surrounding Elders gasped as they stared at Esme with both shock and fear—most especially the former.
They could never have imagined that a Half Elf would be able to subdue so many at once.
An average Elven Elder had a Level over one hundred, and she also had at least one A-Tier Skill. Stronger ones had multiple A-Tier Skills, with higher Levels reaching the two hundred mark. Esteemed Elders had Levels in the two hundreds, with at least an A-Tier Class, alongside one S-Tier Skill.
All of this was only possible because of their long lifespan, and since Half Elves didn't inherit such long lifespans, it was never the case to see one overpower an Elder.
It never happened!
But not only was Esme easily subduing one Elder, but she was doing so to every single one around her. Both the Youngs and Elders were kneeling before her, completely at her mercy as she coldly stared at them.
Then—
~Fshuuuu~
—The intense pressure disappeared, almost as soon as it appeared.
The Youngs had all passed out at this point, but the hundreds of Elders around still had their consciousness—albeit very weakly.
More Elders were also approaching, whether from their homes, or the procession with Rey, and Esme could see the look on their faces as they saw her and the scene that was playing out.
Her home was ruined, and all the Elves were at her feet: it was easy to deduce what happened.
Still, it was obvious what the Elves would think.
Before any of them could say anything to her, or accuse her of more offenses that they generated out of their biases, she opened her lips and spoke up.
"I am not a filthy vermin, neither am I an abomination! I have done nothing wrong to you people, so you have no right to treat me like this!"
Her strong voice echoed in the ears of all the Elves around—both nearby and far.
"Why can't you just accept that I am a part of you the same way you are a part of me. I have tried to deny and cut off my ties with you, but I can't. Is it so hard to understand that I share some connection to your Race?"
There was pure silence as all of the Elves looked at her.
"Come on! Say something! Anything! Why do you look at me with such eyes? I have done nothing wrong to you since I arrived here. Maybe consider that your views of me are wrong! Maybe get to know me before judging me!" Esme's voice quivered even more as she strained her voice to pour her heart out.
It puzzled her that an outsider like Rey—who was a human, as well as someone from another world—could be accepted by the Elves while she was completely dejected and hated.
'I wish I had some kind of great scent that could just solve all of this, or I could say the right words, or just show them that I'm not who they say I am, but…'
"But—!"
"Look here, Half Elf… those Young Ones made a mistake. They were ignorant, and their actions were… impulsive, albeit well-intentioned." One of the Elves finally spoke up, causing Esme to stop dead in her own words.
"We as Elders know better. We promise not to hurt you… but do not mistake it as a sense of kinship from our end at all." Another spoke up.
Esme's heart experienced a sharp sting as she heard that.
"Half Elves should not exist. You are only being kept alive due to Nature's mercy… so it is not in our place to inflict judgment on you."
Esme shook her head at this point, completely unable to balance the growing frustration she was feeling with the anger and sorrow that slowly consumed her heart.
"Y-you people… ARRGH!"
~WHUUUUM!~
In one swift ascent, Esme launched herself into the sky and flew off, leaving the Elves to cater to their stricken ones. They stared at her with both hints of fear and disgust still, none of them even the slightest bit sorry about their actions. In their own eyes, it was good riddance.
"What the hell happened here?!" Right as the Elves were still recoiling from Esme's departure, the voice of yet another unlikable person echoed in their midst. Her presence was enough to cause many to groan, but they turned to her regardless.
It was Kara Verte.