Chapter 200 Chapter 201 Paying the Price (Part 2)
Young Master Is was anxious, bringing several followers into the building, driving away a large group of panicked and screaming male and female servants, readily grabbing a few of them to ask where his mother was.
“I… I know.”
A exceedingly young male servant trembled as he raised his hand to speak.
Young Master Is almost forgot that Ji Ma had a companion who was adept at assassination, one who came and went without a trace. He couldn’t help but ask urgently, “Quickly, where is she?”
The servant looked at Young Master Is in fear, stuttering, “She… she was… originally… in…”
Is was burning with anxiety. The demoness Ji Ma was a ruthless killer with no qualms about murder, and even the usually kind and gentle Jenna had been corrupted by her, turning into the cold-blooded killing machine she was now, still out there fighting fiercely against the grand chanting master.
Every second was incredibly precious, but his servant was hesitating and wasting his time.
“Speak quickly!” Is yanked the servant’s collar and shouted at him.
The servant felt his ears buzzing and couldn’t utter a word.
“If you don’t say it now!” The flashing white light from outside illuminated his golden mask, making him appear even more terrifying. He drew his sword, “I’ll sentence you to death for conspiracy.”
“Ah!” The servant’s face went pale with fright, and finally, he blurted out, “The madam is currently on the top floor.”
Is let go and shoved the servant down onto the carpet, leading his followers to leave. Suddenly, he remembered something and casually asked:
“Why were you so scared just now?”
“Because… because…” The servant shivered, “Because earlier, you asked me once.”
“Me?”
“Yes, everyone saw it.” The servant said, “You were flustered, asking everyone around.”
Is’s heart sank, and he quickly rushed with his followers toward the stairs. Within two minutes, they reached the top floor.
But in the highest hall used for tea and leisure, he found his mother’s old handmaid.
“Where’s my mom?”
“Wasn’t she with you when you went into the hall?” The old handmaid asked, puzzled. “You even said you would protect her closely and sent us all away.”
Young Master Is gritted his teeth in anger: “Damn it, that was a fake. Did that impostor show any other signs?”
“Yes.” The old handmaid said, “Strangely, he even asked us for a bottle of milk.”
Is urgently asked, “Anything else?”
“That’s it.”
He turned around and shouted at his subordinates: “Search every floor, every room immediately, split up and act.”
“Young Master, isn’t going alone giving the killer a chance to murder you?”
“Just call out if you see the killer.” Young Master Is replied, “This is my order, do you all want to betray your master too?”
“As you command.”
The guards scattered to search everywhere.
Young Master Is took a deep breath, angrily kicked open the hall door, and indeed found it empty behind it.
He barely managed to calm himself and walked slowly toward the balcony.
Below, the grand chanting master and Jenna were still battling. Jenna was not in good shape; her egg-shaped face was drenched in sweat, and under a layer of soft light on her skin, she appeared translucent. Her fitted silver robe was somewhat torn, exposing the clothes underneath.
She hadn’t lost any limbs; only her clothes were a bit damaged. Under the grand chanting master’s powerful assault, with every strike, Is worried that Jenna would be crushed under the war hammer, her flesh torn apart, her limbs broken.
But I can’t ask the grand chanting master to stop. Is felt guilty because this was for her own good.
“Boom!”
Another thunderous sound rang out as Jenna’s shield broke, the shockwave knocked her back again into the wall, smashing a hole into it. The giant grand chanting master paused for a moment, the glow on his bald head dimming slightly; that last blow had drained too much of his strength.
The next second, Jenna emerged from the wall hole, covered in debris. Her green eyes were filled with tears, her left arm sunken in, and her left sleeve had become torn cloth, beneath which lay a broken arm, shattered into several pieces, connected only by thin strips of flesh, the white bones protruding from the flesh. Blood flowed from the severed veins, soon dyeing the white torn sleeve red.
What did that bald man do?! Wasn’t it better to let Jenna surrender? Why hit her with deadly force? Jenna was not a profession skilled in frontal combat.
Young Master Is took a step forward, opened his mouth, wanting to ask the grand chanting master to stop, although he felt it was very inappropriate. His status was equal to that of the grand chanting master, and the grand chanting master knew how to measure things. If he pointed fingers, making the grand chanting master unhappy, and he left, there would be no chance of winning.
Jenna raised her right hand; her palm lit up with white light, the Goodness necklace radiating a glow, enhancing her healing ability, and the white light in her palm grew brighter.
She reached out her right hand to touch her left hand. The shattered arm healed at an astonishing speed; the dangling broken bones automatically drew closer, the white bones that had broken reconnected with a cracking sound, even the blood that had stained the torn cloth flowed back into her body.
The pain made Jenna bite her red lip. In no time, her left arm had healed completely, only the tattered sleeve as evidence that she had once been hit. She raised both hands and continued to fight.
Only then did Is understand why Jenna’s clothes were the only thing damaged; each time she was injured, she used her powerful healing ability to recover.
She would rather endure excruciating pain repeatedly than surrender, struggling to resist.
Did she see him as so worthless? Even if she only needed to make up for the debt from her childhood, he only wanted her to see how deeply he had been hurt because of her, yet she remained so unwilling to give in.
A surge of anger rushed to Is’s head; he gripped the bronze carved railing tightly, his knuckles turning white.
The saintess was so kind and loved the world; she treated even the demoness gently, but why was she so heartless toward him? Was it because of that man George? Wasn’t he just a womanizing wild man? How could he win Jenna’s heart?
Is felt even more injusticed by the world, shouting at Jenna: “Why!!”
The shout was so loud that it shattered the expensive windows behind him.
Jenna didn’t even lift her head, continuing to face the grand chanting master’s war hammer.
Meanwhile, Young Master Is was throwing a tantrum on the balcony. Not to mention Ji Ma had already quietly slipped out of the building with the help of the “good person,” leaving behind a group of guards searching in vain.
In a nearby two-story marble building, standing in the garden, used for cooling off, on a terrace covered by grapevines.
An elegant mature noblewoman was in a state of shock, her leather-bonded waist emphasized her pristine figure, heaving with every breath.
The fierce battle raged not far away, but this place was far from the battlefield, quiet, providing the comfort of sitting in the VIP seats of an arena watching a fight.
The view here was excellent, allowing her to see a large group of thugs, like zombies, breaking through the bridge, charging along the road toward Is’s mansion on the slope. Among them were adventurers who had been thinking all afternoon about the treasures of the demoness.
“Darling, with so many people, will it be okay?”
She turned to ask the “Young Master Is” behind her.
“Of course it’s fine.” The smile of “Young Master Is” was overly bright, “You’re so grown up, well-maintained, and getting more beautiful; as your son, how could I let you be scared to the point of losing your beauty?”
Saying this, Young Master Is, or more accurately, the Shadow King Akaneis wearing his skin, pushed a chair over and said: “Sit.”
Is’s mother felt sweet as if she had eaten honey, sitting down and saying: “Darling, you really have a way with words; you’ve charmed quite a few girls with that mouth of yours.”
“That’s for other women, isn’t it the truth when I say it to you?”
Is’s mother smiled, her cheeks slightly red: “My good darling, you make me remember the pain of giving birth to you.”
“Madam, let me hug you.” The Shadow King Akaneis hugged Is’s mother from behind, his fingers stroking the red strands beside her cheek, “And none of those women can compare to how beautiful you are.”
As he spoke, the Shadow King Akaneis’s fingertips brushed past Is’s mother’s face, saying, “Even though you’re older, you still look so good.”
“You’re mistaken; my mom is only thirty-three, and don’t tell anyone; I say I was twelve when I had you.” Is’s mother said, “Also, why do you call me Madam? You haven’t even called me Mom once?”
“That’s simply a respectful term; ‘Mom’ feels too intimate.” The Shadow King Akaneis breathed warm air, his fingers trailing over Is’s mother’s neck, suppressing the urge to steal the necklace from her neck: “Calling you that at this time feels off.”
Is’s mother’s heart raced as she said: “Darling, you seem a bit strange today.”
“Madam is a bit strange today too.” The Shadow King Akaneis placed his chin on her head and continued to play with her hair, “Stand up, go to the front; it will be easier to see, alright?”
Is’s mother initially felt conflicted, somewhat afraid, but she didn’t want to scold “Young Master Is.” Hearing this, she let out a breath of relief and felt a bit disappointed as she walked to the railing.
As she got up, the Shadow King Akaneis’s hand brushed against her backside. She immediately turned her head, pretending to be angry as she looked at the Shadow King Akaneis.
The Shadow King Akaneis smiled: “I accidentally brushed against you.”
Is’s mother shot him a glare, letting it pass for now. She stood by the railing while the Shadow King Akaneis stood beside her, too close, their shoulders touching. The elaborate dress that reached her ankles was pushed to one side by the Shadow King Akaneis’s foot, nearly brushing against her feet.
Is’s mother looked down and saw the bulge on the Shadow King Akaneis’s tight pants, pausing her gaze for a few seconds, her ears heating up before raising her face.
At that moment, a voice shouted, “Why!!”
It echoed throughout the entire mansion.
Is’s mother heard it and said, “Darling, doesn’t that sound like your voice?”
“That’s my substitute.” The Shadow King Akaneis smiled happily, “Everything is under my control.”
Is’s mother was instantly filled with a sense of security, saying: “Darling, you are simply amazing.”
“Of course.” The Shadow King Akaneis suddenly held her tightly from behind, pressing his body against her back, saying: “Madam, I truly like you so much.”
“Ah?” Is’s mother raised her hand, pretending to hit.
The Shadow King Akaneis grabbed her wrist, saying: “I couldn’t help it, nor did I want to resist.”
Is’s mother let her hand drop.
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More than ten minutes later, a servant found Is and brought him the latest news about his mother.
“Master, it seems someone heard your mother’s voice near the cooling tower!”
“Immediately send the guards to follow me!”
“How many people?”
“All of them!”
