The Villain's Story

Chapter 594 House of Shivalkulan.

In her hand this time was not a drop of ichor(?) as black as the night sky, and as terrifying as it... But rather a blue drop of water?

No, it was still Ichor, but the drop resembled water more, provided that there was no golden shine within it as well.

The drop of Ichor also had an effect on the surroundings, albeit much less than the effect of Ariel's. Instead of discoloring the surroundings and bringing an insane pressure...it was serene, and cold.

The temperature dropped immensely, and a normal being would have died already, but due to Alan being almost immune to the cold...he actually found it to be very nice.

It was like he was in the middle of summer, his body drenched in sweat, and suddenly entered a room where the air conditioner was at full blast. It was very nice, to be honest. He didn't have to even use Dragon eyes to know whose blood it was.

"Yours...?"

He muttered, Lanesha, obviously heard him and said.

"Of course, Since you are now my 'son', I have to do this, so that you can fool the other supreme."

Alan recoiled a bit, then asked in a confused, and unbelieving tone.

"Fooling the supreme beings...? Isn't something like that nearly impossible?"

He couldn't understand how one would fool them, provided that Lanesha and Ariel's specialty wasn't even in subterfuge and illusions. Supreme beings...were the best of the best of the best, each one had overcame trials so hard and vast he couldn't even fathom them to get where they were right now, Beings who ruled entire galaxies. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Lanesha, noticing his disbelief and confusion, sighed and looked at the drop of Ichor floating in her hands.

"Yes, Things are moving a bit too fast...but fret not, My powers may not be in the realm of subterfuge, neither does my mother specialize in it... But you may be underestimating my mother a bit, Alan... Or should I say your grandmother?"

She ended her words with a slight smile of amusement on her face.

Alan looked at the drop of Ichor warily, he hadn't underestimated the Supreme beings...he had underestimated a being above them.

Perhaps he was the only one to do such a thing. The first and the last.

"Alan, But...there are some who will still recognize you... or the vessel you're in, They can peer much deeper than you think, So to combat that I will simply have you look for my brothers and get their lineages as well..."

"Why would I need theirs...as well?"

Lanesha didn't respond for a while, silently looking at the stars and the moons above in the dark sky, It seemed to be part of her character to wait before answering a question.

"To hide you more...and since you're part of the house of Shivalkulan now, you would have had to do it anyway."

Alan grimaced at the fact that he had to absorb three more drops of Ichor, including the one Lanesha held in her hands.

"No, you don't need to consume theirs, not right now."

"Huh?"

Lanesha winked, and rendered him unable to move, it was so sudden Alan didn't even expect it...not that he ever would have thought Lanesha would do this.

Strangely enough, he could still speak, just not move anything else.

"NO! Please!"

And all that came out were pleas, a barrage of pleas that wished for only one thing, to give him some solace, a moment of respite. Alan truly didn't want to go to that pain again.

Lanesha ignored his cries and shoved the drop of Ichor down his throat, enjoying the pain of her son, or perhaps she enjoyed seeing this side of him.

Like the previous time, the drop of Ichor slipped down his throat with ease. Lanesha's voice reached his ears.

"And don't worry, This is the last one you need to consume right now, And there are 'three' more you need to consume, Not including mine."

Alan couldn't wait to know who the last dragon whose ichor he had to consume was, if he was being honest, he didn't want to know. Hell, he would do all that he could to avoid meeting that damn dragon.

Little did he know If Suleras heard what he was thinking of, He would probably be sad, if not a little mad.

'My Ichor is lesser only to Her highness Ariel, you brat!'

That would probably be his response, Alan was completely unaware of it, right now.

Surprisingly, as he tried to ready himself to feel pain... Pain so deep he would rather die... But it did not come.

"Eh?"

He let out a strange sound, and examined himself all over, but felt nothing. He winced, expecting it to come at any moment, like a sudden downpour...but there was none.

"Ehhh...?"

"Haha!"

Lanesha's boisterous laughter echoed throughout the entire forest, She wiped her teary eyes like a child and exclaimed.

"I haven't laughed like this in a while!"

A tinge of red appeared on his face, it was clear he was embarrassed? Who wouldn't be after they acted like a baby who did not want to eat vegetables? It was shameful.

Lanesha patted Alan's head, her mana wrapped around him and formed loose garments around him. He had just realized he was buck naked, the clothing he wore ripped and torn due to consuming Ariel's drop of Ichor.

"I am not as cruel and spartan as my mother. I'm her delicate flower, after all." She gestured him to follow, materializing a lantern made of obsidian that glowed with a blue light.

Alan stood up, his face still a bit red and his mind filled with curses to Ariel, his 'grandmother'.

He followed Lanesha, who was wandering through the forest, her figure slowly disappeared, the only indication of her being the ominous blue low.

Along the way, she asked Alan.

"Alan, do you think you can change fate?"

Alan stopped, studying her for a while, he could only see her towering figure, not her face so he didn't know what kind of emotions were apparent on her face, but he had an inkling.

'Fate again...huh.'

"Sure, I guess I can."

He answered, hoping to just get past this topic.

Lanesha remained silent, facing something he couldn't see.

"Well...let's see if you can."

She finally turned to look at him, and a blue box appeared in front of him.

[You have received a quest from the Supreme of Frost, Lanesha.]