(VENAL POV)
Dryzen Storm is the most dangerous creature I’ve ever met.
He’s been living in this world since who-knows-when too long to have played with many lives. It’s that easy for him to kill. And most of all, there is nothing forgiveness whenever he wanted to kill someone. Someone who has not learned to stop challenging him. Someone who spreads rumors about him and is ruining his image.
Death is his response to them.
If it’s not obvious yet… He’s not ordinary. All he sees in his sight are classified as pity creatures, and there is no insignificant to their life.
And he’s in this world to be punished. The Earth has been his jail and mortals have become his means for revenge, merely because they’re low-class creatures to his eyes. He’s treating this world as his realm.
As the century passed by, time witnesses nothing about him has yet changed.
I sighed.
When we got inside the car, Dryzen spent the entire ride studying the profiles of the wealthy entrepreneurs who’re attending the auction. Lineth, who is his Personal Assistant, assists him regarding those people.
I am a bit concerned for those people who surround this one kind of a brute, and especially for my successor.
I just closed my eyes. I wish Lineth hadn’t made a mistake in what she was saying to him.
My name is Venal, and I hail from the sixth generation assigned to serve Dryzen. To work for someone like him felt like a punishment passed onto me by my father.
The Deity must’ve thought this world would be hell for poor Dryzen. Where in fact, I constantly pity the people he meets. Even my uncles grew old and died a bachelor for the sake of tending to Dryzen’s troubles. Especially because we’re hiding who he really is… That secret should never be made known.
With everything going on right now, I also don’t expect myself to be a married man soon. It is obvious that I didn’t find myself attracted to anyone. As I have this responsibility to look for him.
I just woke up to the honking of the cars and saw a woman on the road.
She was unhurt, but almost got ran over…
…If it wasn’t for Master Dryzen.
He wasn’t in his seat but on the road. I couldn’t believe that he saved the woman.
If he kills often, why save someone?
The rest of his staff, who were in the other car, immediately came to an old man’s rescue. Everything happened in a blur, which was how he wanted things to be. Fast.
Every second was meaningful to him. He didn’t dedicate his time to waste it on nonsense things. But what is this?
I got out of the car to help, but something unsightly met me outside.
Even my ancestors couldn’t have witnessed anything like this.
A dragon’s body is sacred.
But right before my eyes, a woman’s lips were touching Dryzen’s. And that instantly places her life in danger.
She immediately got up, though. Ran to the old man who I reckoned to be the reason she almost died; meanwhile, I offered my hand to Master Dryzen to help him stand. Even he couldn’t believe what he just did.’
He grabs my hand and stands majestically.
“How dare she,” he murmured as he stared at the woman.
Then he gazed at me.
I was sure I knew what he was about to ask me… Find out who that woman is, and it is not impossible they will meet again.
But instead, he tapped me on the shoulder and shook his head.
He wanted me to just let it pass.
What happened?
Dryzen got his secretary killed because she was a few minutes late… but he would like to spare the woman who almost caused an accident? This is the first time that something like this has ever happened.
Is this what you call a miracle?
I called the staff to let the two leave quietly and we all headed off to our cars.
For sure, I wouldn’t be the only one who would think about what we witness at this moment.
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