My Soul card is a Reaper

After inspecting the remaining clans, except for the Blood clan since Francis had yet to give a formal answer for the eviction, Azzy returned to the palace to spend time with his family until the evening.

As the sun set down on the supercontinent back in the material world, Azzy left the clan village alone.

At Crescent Clan's Lord residence, Gredor Crescent was seen deeply frustrated while going through the clan account books.

A tall old man with an 8-star soul realm suddenly appeared before him, alerting him for a second before he recognized him, "Grand Elder Byron? What brings you here? Any message from Lord Francis?"

The man gave a subtle nod and said, "The Monarch has left, Lord Crescent. Lord Francis wants to meet you right now."

Gredor got up from his seat with a bit of surprise on his face, "Just in the morning, he started sudden inspections of the clans and giving orders. Without taking any look at the records, he left the village on his adventure already?" He couldn't hide his smile at the assumption he made.

Byron Blood frowned in response, "Don't build castles in the air, Lord Crescent. A hidden clan meeting is coming up this week. He won't be leaving until then."

"Oh, I see… So, I guess he is out for something else?"

"We don't know his intentions. And we had no idea when he would return either. Before he returns, our current Matriarch wishes to talk to you in person," replied Byron before adding as an afterthought, "personally, I recommend you not to waste time on thinking."

"No, I don't intend to think," Gredor Crescent agreed to go with him right away.

As he gestured for the old man to escort him to the Blood Clan, the latter patted his shoulder instead and covered him with his aura, warning him in a hushed tone, "Don't resist."

As Gredor calmed down, both of them instantly disappeared from Gredor's office and teleported directly to the small pond behind the Blood Clan Leader's mansion, where Francis was seen fishing with his niece Remia Blood.

It was the first time Gredor saw the heiress of Blood Clan, who had been missing even before he was born, and he just stared at her in a daze for a couple of seconds as if he had trouble believing that it was her in person.

Francis patted the empty space beside him and said, "Clan Leader Gredor, won't you join us for the fishing?"

"Ah, Yes…" Gredor nodded like a chicken and walked forward to sit beside the former clan leader. He couldn't help but shoot off his glances at Remia and then look away atleast ten times in a row as he sat down.

Francis commented, "You must have been surprised to see Remia. She is different from the rumors you have heard, right?"

Gredor couldn't help but nod, "Yes." He cast a sidelong glance at the girl sitting beside Francis.

Remia was supposedly more than 8000 years old, which made her the third oldest being in the entire clan, after first-Qirdus and second-Francis. The rumors said that she was terrifyingly strong enough to injure many of the Blood Clan's elders when they tried to stop her from leaving the clan again to go on a long journey. She was rumored to be very short-tempered, to the point of attacking the Silver Clan's late former Patriarch a few thousand years ago over his casual comments about her age.

However, Gredor saw that she looked like a ten-year-old kid without any soul energy or whatever.

After a brief pause, Gredor gathered his thoughts and said, "I heard that Matriarch Remia wants to see me."

Francis nodded, "Well, I intend to talk to you, but she is the current clan lord. Following tradition, she should be the one to put forth the official proposal to a fellow clan lord." "Remia…"

The little girl, who seemed absorbed in fishing, opened her mouth and spoke in a lazy tone, "The Blood Clan will accept the Monarch's offer to become an independent clan, or at least on paper. Whether the Monarch convinces the other hidden clans to make us a new hidden clan or not, we want your clan to move in with us. No need to worry about the land or your residences. We will take responsibility for it."

"But our clansm…" Gredor was about to say that his clansmen might not listen to his order entirely, as Azzy had clearly warned him not to use force and that it should be voluntary, but Remia interrupted him, maintaining her lazy tone, "Don't talk until I'm finished."

Gredor didn't know why, but suddenly he felt a suppression on his soul for no reason; his mind screamed at him to shut his mouth, and his entire body trembled for a second. All it took was a simple order from this little girl. He wondered whether it was her inborn ability or something.

Remia continued, "We are in talks with other ancient families and organizations that have survived for thousands of years. Some of them have already agreed to join us. Security won't be an issue anymore. But if the Crescent Clan is willing to join us, as long as you can bring at least ten thousand of your people and half of your elder council with you, we would be willing to give Lord Gredor the position of Grand Secretariat, the second in command of the village.

However, those families won't join if the Blood Clan doesn't gain the authority of the ancient hidden clans like the remaining nine. In that scenario, we want you to be patient until the Monarch departs for his adventure and then plant a karmic bug in the heiress." Stay connected with m-v l|e'-NovelBin.net

"Karmic bug?" Gredor wondered aloud.

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Meanwhile, at Camelot;

Azzy reached the White Mountains and started climbing the Stairway to Hell, an imitation of the Violet Pavilion's Gravity Stairs. As he climbed to the top, the two gargoyle statues came to life and swiftly blocked his path but didn't take any action yet.

Azzy gazed at them and said, "I wish to meet Princess Leah. Move aside."

The gargoyle statues didn't respond. They just stood there, blocking the entrance.

Azzy stepped forward, and one of them immediately launched a beam of energy through its eyes.

The beam of natural energy struck Azzy's palm as he raised it in time. It was blocked completely.

Azzy then mumbled, "Vajra, come out."

The black lightning orb quickly materialized before him, and he ordered, "Trap them."

*buzzzz* buzzzz*

The lightning sparks over it grew intense all at once, and in response, the gargoyle statues rushed forward with their weapons.

Before they even covered half the distance, threads of lightning energy formed something similar to fishing nets and dropped onto them, halting their movements and imprisoning them thereafter.

Azzy walked past them and entered the Gravity Dome. He instantly felt a huge amount of pressure on his body, almost bending his knees for a few seconds before he pushed out some of his soul energy and formed a layer over his skin, negating the effects of gravity.

All of a sudden, a familiar-looking sword, covered by divine energy, suddenly came at Azzy with the intent to kill him. Azzy was taken aback at first but still evaded its first attack.

The sword missed its target and made a U-turn to attack the back of his head.

Azzy evaded it once again by tilting his head to the side, but this time, just as it missed him, he raised his hand to grab its hilt, stopping its movements by force.

The sword vibrated a lot, but Azzy firmly held it, "Excalibur… it is me." He called out, but the sword didn't respond.

Instead, Leah, who was seen in deep meditation and floating in mid-air, opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him.

"Leah?" Azzy saw that her pupils were gone, and her eyes had turned yellow and glowing. "Preposterous." An unfamiliar tone escaped her as she stretched her hand. Excalibur released a huge amount of energy, pushing Azzy away with force and escaping his grip.

As Azzy stabilized his footing and stared at his friend, Excalibur returned to Leah, who brandished it like a whip and said, "You dare disturb my training, human? You will pay for it."

A frown appeared on Azzy's face. "Hmm?"