Helial felt hopeless. He had already figured whom the voice belonged to. “Who knows, maybe if I dig a hole deep enough I’ll hide away from the calamities the shitty cat is pouring on our heads…”

Despite the burning urge to turn his back on that situation, he knew he must stay there and try to work this out. After all, even Medusa wouldn’t dare make too exaggerated a scene the Royal Palace. The Sect despised the fact that that Human could roam through Orma. However, given their slightly lower position, none of its members would dare cause any more problems inside the royal residence. After all, Caesar and Nelia lived there. How could they put up a fight in there without being harshly punished?

It was incredible enough that Medusa had even shouted her way through the corridors. Clearly, she felt justified by the fact that Helial wasn’t yet a member of the Clan of the Heavenly Eagle. Helial shrugged and told Lumia: “Let’s go. We need to fix this.”

Lumia gripped onto his arm and followed him willingly as she squeezed her not yet shapely breast against Helial. The elder brother couldn’t but sigh as he walked right towards a situation he only wanted to run away from.

“Where is the filthy human hiding?!” Medusa grabbed a servant by the collar of his tunic as she screamed wildly in his face. Beside her stood Medea, slightly baffled by her sister’s behavior. Despite being strong and talented, Medusa should nonetheless watch her language. They were in the Royal Palace, after all! Even Medea somehow contained herself when she had attacked the filthy group.

Medea came to the conclusion that some Sect member must have given Medusa a special permission - or rather, the order - to behave like that. They wouldn’t leave any face to the Clan of the Heavenly Eagle. It was just like screaming: “Don’t you see? That disgusting Human you’re hosting is only making trouble and we must be the ones doing something, ‘cause you’re clearly unable to do that yourself!”

Medea gave a sigh, her eyebrows furrowed. She decided she would just enjoy the show. The matter would probably spin out of their control and blow out of proportion. If this was what her sister aimed to, there was nothing she could do.

“SO WHAT? I’M WAITING.” Medusa screamed at the top of her lungs. The servant stared at the frighteningly beautiful woman in terror. He was the simplest servant, not even in the Second Phase. Medusa’s Aura was suffocating him.

Medusa was wearing a golden-like bustier which enhanced her silhouette as well as her smooth jade-pale skin. Nobody could lay eyes on her without being captivated by her charm.

Suddenly, a homicidal, terrifying Aura overwhelmed that of Medusa and took everyone’s breath away. What was that? Had someone in the Fourth or Fifth Phase from the Clan of the Heavenly Eagle just arrived? Things were getting complicated. “Damn, they can’t get me out of here before I mess things up for the filthy human and his bunch of fools…”

“WHO DARES DISTURB THIS CAT’S SUPREME NAP?” these words resounded out in the room. For an instant, Medusa and Medea were left speechless. The soundwave was so powerful it made flakes of plaster fall off the walls. The ears of the men brought there by Medusa and Medea began to bleed.

“What…” Medusa found no answer to that nonsense.

“IS THIS A SCREAMING MATCH? YOU’RE CHALLENGING ME, AREN’T YOU? DO YOU REALLY THINK THIS EMPEROR CAT WON’T SCREAM THIS SHITTY PLACE TO PIECES?”

“What? Who’s turned this into a screaming match?” Medusa whispered. The absurdity of this baffled her.

In that very moment, two figures appeared from a side corridor and slowly walked towards them. Medusa gazed at them intently.

Before her stood a fifteen-year-old with childlike facial features yet a deep gaze on his face. His dark blue eyes wouldn’t seem the mirror to a kid’s soul.

Helial walked on with a steady calm gait. From an opposite corridor appeared Snowflake. The eyes of the Human and those of the cat met. Helial glared at him and hinted that he shut up. The homicidal Aura unleashed by Snowflake was indeed terrifying, but Helial’s was just as powerful. Actually, it carried a higher violence.

How is it possible that these two, only in the First Phase Intermediate stage, exude such a majestic Aura?, Medea asked to herself.

The Aura carried a terribly mysterious power indeed. Auras reflected not only the level and the amount of Mana one had, but also the natural tendencies of each individual. Helial and Snowflake both had unmatchable blood legacies, which meant they had the Aura of an emperor. Any other Goblin in their same phase could never boast such a dense and great Aura.

Medusa was considered outstandingly talented in Orma, but a true expert would easily sense the quality gap between her and Helial or Snowflake; the latter were far younger than her. Medusa was nineteen. She was one year older than Pseudonym and Circe, and four years older than Helial.

Helial approached her as calmly as possible, his hands raised in sign of peace. “You must be Medusa. I’m deeply sorry for out cat’s outrageous acts, but I’m sure we can’t solve this peacefully.”

The calm of that boy in the First Phase Intermediate stage approaching a young woman in the Third Phase amazed her. Though this wasn’t enough to dissolve her hatred against Helial. Apologies? The damned cat peed over her sister! By accepting his apologies, wouldn’t she just dishonor their Sect once and for all? They would all become everyone’s laughing stock.

“Your cat dared pe… thrash my sister’s innocence! I won’t step out of here without taking his skin with me!” answered Medusa through gritted teeth.

Helial raised an eyebrow. Her sister’s innocence? His eyes surveyed Medea keenly all over, looking for any sign of this supposed innocence. The girl’s gaze was a poisonous one, and her body exuded a cold hateful Aura. What innocence are you talking about?

Helial did want to mediate, but he wouldn’t step aside so easily. He was the King’s pupil. He had already witnessed that he could grow stronger by himself. During the fight with the Queen of Spiders, Helial overcame a huge bottleneck down his Dao of Mana. From that moment on, he wouldn’t let anyone infringe on his soul, let alone a second-rate talent.

Snowflake and Helial were about to speak when suddenly, Lumia ran a hand through her whitey hair and blurted out, her lips curled: “Please. You’re two mediocre-talented sisters. Even a slut like Circe can boast to be stronger than you. You’re the typical example of “Oh, you know, I would be the strongest if…” But here’s some news; you’re not. You’re two loud bitches who can’t stick to their place. C’mon, Medea, keep on dreaming you can ever lay a finger on my brother. Medusa? Helial would easily rip off that proud neck of yours without your noticing.”

The air froze.

They all stood still.

With a slow tilt of their neck, so slow one could hear bones work, everyone turned towards Lumia. She had just brought a hand to her lips and was now gently covering a tender yawn.