462 Wittral Gets Chased
"City Lord, how long are we supposed to refrain from killing her?" A Royal stood at the terrace of the City Lord's mansion and stared in the direction of Varahan Mansion, glaring at Yarsha Zahara. "I'm pissed just by staring at their existence."
Veins protruded on his face to a grotesque extent, causing blood to fill his eyes as a golden spear hovered bedside him and whirred at breakneck speeds, "I want to torture these disgusting fuckers!"
He wasn't in the slightest controlling his bloodlust and emanated waves of Prana that pulsated far and wide, managing to even reach Yarsha Zahara, causing her to shoot a glance his way. A moment later, she resumed her fight, ignoring him.
"This bitch…" He poured Prana into his Spear and elongated its length to over twenty metres. If it were to strike, the rocky pillars that Yarsha Zahara had created and used as a defensive cover will be destroyed. All that would be left behind will be a crater, nothing more.
"Control yourself." The Fentan City Lord patted his shoulder and said, his tone retrained, "We cannot afford to kill her."
"Why can't we…" The Royal growled in rage, "My children died because of the Boar King. I can't sit still until these impure humans are wiped out from the face of this world."
"I understand your pain. My greatgrandchildren died too." The Fentan City Lord said, "But, focus on her left earlobe once."
"What is…there?" The Royal tried his best to control his rage and focused on Yarsha Zahara.
"Do you sense anything?" The Fentan City Lord asked, his demeanour patient.
"I…don't." The Royal gave up after spending a minute glaring at Yarsha Zahara, "Please tell me, City Lord."
"A Minor Treasure." The Fentan City Lord said, explaining upon noticing the Royal's shock, "Don't forget that she's the Boar King's wife. It's not absurd that she has a Minor Treasure. Moreover, I fear this Minor Treasure is able to transmit news of her condition to the Boar King."
"Does such a Minor Treasure exist?" The Royal asked in disbelief.
"We have one ourselves." The Fentan City Lord said, "It's in the hands of a Prince that is roaming the wilds far away on a secret mission. His status is transmitted to Her Highness the Empress."
"But whatever her Minor Treasure might be, it cannot protect her from me," The Royal grunted in anger, "She has a mysterious power, but I can see that her Human Avatar only covers her finger. My Spirit Weapon is fast enough to evade her Spirit Weapon and cut off her head."
"Yes, you're able to easily do that." The Fentan City Lord nodded, "But we're unprepared to the event that will happen following Yarsha Zahara's death."
"Currently, the real body of the Boar King seems to be far away from our Empire. But if he returns upon sensing his wife's death, he'll rampage in the Empire." He stared at the Royal, "Do you want a repeat of Fentan City to happen throughout the entire Empire?"
"No…I don't dare make such a wish." The Royal bit his lips until blood bled, indignant, but unable to refute.
"So, we have no choice but to wait until the Raid Team is ready." The Fentan City Lord said as his eyes glistened with a chilling intent, "The Raid Team will be preparing itself to face a 3-Life Stage Boar King. They'll be equipped with a variety of Minor Treasures and personally lead by the Emperor. When they're ready, we can start by killing the Boar King's family."
He then stared at the Royal, muttering softly, "You're not strong enough to be a part of the Raid Team. So, control your anger and leave your revenge in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor."
"Are you…in the Raid Team?" The Royal stared at the Fentan City Lord.
"I wish…" The Fentan City Lord sighed powerlessly, "The Raid Team is comprised solely of the best of our Ministers with combat excellence. The weakest is at the 9-Life Stage. The heads of all families will be part of the team. Currently, they're busy transferring all their political power to their successors."
"Whether we win or lose, the Brimgan Empire must function steadily." He proclaimed in reverence, "Even the Emperor is stepping down for the purpose."
"How long…must we wait frustratingly like this?" The Royal asked, "My family…is crying. It's hard."
"We must endure, no other choice but that." The Fentan City Lord sighed, "That is what it means to face an existence touted to be the strongest Mystic Grade Pranic Beast in Sumatra's history."
"A mistake, and the Brimgan Empire will be reduced to a mere legend part of history." He said, "We'll be wiped out if we fail to kill the Boar King. There will only be one chance."
"I understand," The Royal nodded and calmed down. As he watched Yarsha Zahara continue to fight, he asked, "There was one more individual that was involved with her. What happened to him?"
"A team has been dispatched to capture him." The Fentan City Lord said coldly, "Once we apprehend him, we'll be able to know his motives. But there has been some interference with our work."
"Interference?" The Royal became pissed at the statement and asked, "Are there still Boar King worshippers in our Empire? Didn't we eradicate them in the previous crackdown?"
"It seems we missed some." The Fentan City Lord grumbled, "And those few proliferated their ideology and managed to recruit more people into their fold."
"They're unfit to be Free Humans!" The Royal cursed.
"You're right." The Fentan City Lord nodded, "If I didn't have to keep a watch on the Varahan Mansion, I personally would have participated in cracking down these parasitic organisations."
Tummal City!
"Haah…hah…dammit, I messed up big time!" Hidden in a secluded valley of a city built on a Geyser Cup, Wittral gasped in exhaustion, almost exhausted of all Prana.
The Brimgan Emperor's orders resulted in him getting trapped at Varahan Mansion. Following that, Loot's attack destroyed the mansion, following which the Boar King buried underneath surfaced and killed most of the people in Fentan City.
At that moment itself, the moment the Boar King showed himself, Wittral ought to have distanced himself from the group. But when the Boar King thanked him and promised to reward him for the favour in the future, Wittral subconsciously considered himself part of the team.
As a result, he created the cloudy platform to support Yarsha Zahara and her kids. Unfortunately, that was a blunder on his part as dozens of Royals witnessed his actions. He wasn't attacked during the return trip—after Loot was captured—
because of the Boar King.
But once he split off from them, intending to reunite with Amita Brimgan, people began to chase after him. It seemed one of the Royals had recorded the scene of him walking alongside the Boar King and his family and spread it to other cities.
Media outlets sent messengers that announced the news, selling the scene transcribed into Information Slips made out of the most common minerals. As a result, people from various cities began to learn the information in a matter of hours.
And then, they raged. Fentan City was a popular city, filled with a lot of scenic spots. Moreover, it was where people arrived before heading to the Karuta Hill. At present, all these tourists lay dead, with not even their bodies managing to be found amidst the rubble.
The relatives of the victims naturally targeted Wittral to vent their anger upon. Soldiers were dispatched to capture him, but even if they wanted to be impartial and decide on his punishment only after investigating his involvement with the Boar King's family, they couldn't.
After all, there were soldiers whose family members died at the Fentan City. So, they would most probably intend to kill Wittral first before investigating his corpse.
It wasn't just the soldiers, but the people too. The Brimgan Empire didn't shy away from a fight. Rather, they were an invasive species in the region, constantly raiding the territories of Pranic Beasts all the time.
Hence, armed with hatred, they took matters into their own hands and chased after Wittral. He had been living here for a decent number of years, having a decent understanding of the people here. Therefore, once Wittral understood that he had no future left in Brimgan Empire, he changed plans.
He avoided meeting up with Amita Brimgan, for doing so might implicate her. Instead, he intended to flee the place and take a breather in the wilds where he could assume his Empyrean Snapper form and remain invincible.
Later, he would find a way to communicate with Amita Brimgan and bide time until the Major Treasure shows itself in a decade. 'But, it means I cannot live with her until then.'
He hated that, unable to imagine such a life. After he had let go of his connection to the Cooter Clan, Amia Brimgan was his only family. Hence, he was unwilling to be separated from her. 'But dammit, I have been running all along, but the pursuit is endless.'
He expanded his senses and heard looking searching for him nearby. Some of them were right in the next street. Surrounded, he had no way to avoid.
Tertiary Nature—Kinesis Deity!
Wittral condensed a Chakram that had the same range as a Brimgan Royal. With a thought from him, the Spirit Weapon would sever the bodies of all his pursuers in a flash. But if that were to happen, his location would be revealed.
And the moment he was labelled a terrorist would be when Amita Brimgan too might take the fall for being associated with him, despite being recognised as a Royal. 'She's finally able to live a carefree life of joy and laughter. She's family. I cannot put her through misery. It seems I have only one way to escape this situation.'
"I hope this doesn't fuck up my mind." Sighing in response, Wittral activated his Secondary Nature of Royalty, taking on his female form, the second time that he had assumed this appearance. Using Subtle Terrain Dominance, he transformed his clothes into a dress suitable for women, make use of the latest fashion trends that he learnt from Hayaya.
"Quick! Chase after him!" People bellowed one after another as they rushed past Wittral, ignoring the woman that was purchasing a bag of fruits from a local vendor.
"What is happening?" Wittral sported an expression of confusion upon seeing the group of people armed with Spirit Weapons.
"That?" The local vendor eyed the group and shook his head, "They're chasing someone affiliated with a terror group. It's not something average folks like us have to bother."
"That is true." Wittral conversed as he grabbed the bag of fruits, paid a fair share, and walked away.