CHAPTER 48: NOT TODAY

Silva looked down, he saw Andrew’s hand on his chest. He slowly looked up, "What’s wrong?" he asked.

"You should be cautious with the way you speak to Lady Elena. Your life could end in a second," Andrew said. It was a blatant threat right to his face. Silva smiled, looked at him, and spoke.

"Forgive me if I didn’t come out smiling. I just killed tons of people, one more won’t be an issue." He said that as killing intent seeped out. Andrew drowned, ready to take action.

"Andrew, enough. Silva has done a lot for us, more than we have done in the past few months. We should appreciate him and not provoke him," Elena said.

Andrew had a reluctant look, but her words were final, so he stepped back and allowed Silva to pass.

"Oh, yeah, Silva, since you found this place, anything that’s not a treasure, like monster cores and other stuff, will be sent to you. Take it as some sort of payment," she said.

Silva heard that and couldn’t help but smile, but they couldn’t see him since his back was to them. He found a way out of the building, and when he stepped out, he realized that it was late already, the sun was about to set.

"How did those people even take me out of the gates? No one stopped them. They must have a method that allows them to do it," he spoke to himself while he walked down the street.

"There is also the issue of that hand. What was it? It gave off some sort of demonic energy, stronger than the ones their chains use, but not strong enough.

Could it be that this cult has some knowledge about demons? If they do, then I’ll have to find them for sure and learn what they know.

Seems I might have to work with Elena even more if I’m going to figure it out."

As he walked, people kept side-eyeing him due to the bloodstains on his body, so he took an alley. He didn’t know the area, so he booked a taxi, waited for it to arrive, and then got in.

Before the man could say a word, he transferred three times the amount into his account and told him where to go.

The driver looked forward and, without any questions, drove fast, wanting to get the blood-stained Silva out of his car.

The car pulled up to the building, and immediately Silva got down and went in. Luckily, there were not many people at this time, so he got in, headed for his floor, and finally made it to the room.

He looked around, but there was nobody, so he walked in and headed for his room. As fate would have it, his sister wasn’t back yet, so he cleaned up and got dressed. He disposed of the old clothes and finally collapsed onto the couch.

"I can’t believe that I have to act like some sort of hitman," he said.

A shadow slowly crept up from behind the chair. Silva’s sensing was turned off, so he wasn’t paying attention. He just kept scrolling on his phone.

"So, are you a hitman?" The question came. Silva jumped from the chair the moment he heard the voice. He slammed on the ground, rolled, and got on his feet in a fighting stance.

He looked at the chair, and behind it he saw a head and a pair of eyes he knew well, Peter.

Wink, wink.

Peter raised his eyebrows twice like he was saying hello. There was a wide grin on his face.

"You crazy piece of shit." Silva dove over the chair, grabbing Peter by the neck and strangling him.

"Don’t scare me like that, asshole," Silva said.

"You are a sensory type. Why the hell would I be able to scare you?" Peter said.

"I don’t have it turned on always. It drains energy," Silva said.

"All I hear is skill issue," Peter said, and then, summoning his strength, threw Silva off him. He rolled and got into a stance.

"Tsk, then why don’t you put your ability on all the time?" Silva got up and asked before he rushed at Peter with a diving spear, but Peter grabbed him and elbowed his back.

"You stupid shit, I am a wind-type warrior. You want me to be slicing things up with wind constantly?" Peter asked.

"Arghhh!" Silva lifted him off the ground and then slammed him into it.

BAM.

"Hahaha, that’s what you get for scaring me," Silva said after a triumphant laugh, but Peter simply placed his palm on Silva’s chest and then channeled his ability.

BOOM.

The wind slammed into Silva’s chest and threw him into the air.

He slammed on the couch and rolled to the ground. "I thought you need a weapon for that," Silva asked in a croaky voice.

"I got better at using it," Peter replied while still on the ground. The both of them lay with their arms spread out completely.

The door of the room opened slowly. Ella walked in, then she saw the two of them on the ground, looking like they had lost in life. She quietly reversed her steps, walked out, and closed the door.

"Not today," she muttered and went downstairs.

Later that night, Silva received the call he had been waiting for from Elena.

She told him that their fathers and son had been caught. He asked that she make sure they never lay a hand on Peter again, let that information be engraved in their souls.

That whenever they thought about doing it, it would send shivers down their spine.

After their conversation, he went to sleep. It had been a long day, filled with a lot of illegal and dirty work.

But still, it didn’t bother him, because what he did, he did for the sake of ensuring that someone dear to him was avenged and remained safe, and that was what mattered.