Wolf of the Blood Moon - Book 6 - Chapter 33 (Patreon)

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Scarlet

After spending several hours destroying planets – on accident, of course – I finally manage to get my physical strength under control. Mostly.

Okay, it’s not fully under control. But I’m at least under enough control now that I won’t destroy the world.

Probably just a few cities.

I just really need to go check on Earth right now, so I’ll use my blood to control myself.

For some reason I’m getting a bad feeling. Like I should probably return right now or something bad might happen.

It’s probably just my imagination at work, but I really feel like I should check.

“You need to check,” Tar says, surprising me as I float myself through space through my blood towards Earth. “You really should. And do it quickly.”

Something really is happening?

“Yes, in fact, I’ll just teleport you to Earth now,” Tar says, and before I know it, I feel a strange pull on myself before I find myself floating above Earth. And it doesn’t take me long to figure out where the disturbance is.

Uh… huh…

I quickly float myself through the sky, fortunately finding myself to be much better about not making sonic booms while I move now. Until I arrive at a particular city on Earth and find myself wondering what tornado flew through Amelia’s father’s mansion.

No, his estate. Not a mansion.

The entire estate is in tatters, even if there doesn’t seem to be a single person injured.

After some searching, I surprisingly find both of my grandfathers in that same study I was at before. And they’re not alone as Blue and Mother are there as well.

Despite the destruction though, no one seems to be harmed. Which is odd.

So Tar…

“I have no idea what happened here, but I assume it has something to do with your grandfathers,” Tar answers my unasked question.

Okay, then what about the fact that Gramps is on Earth in the first place?

I didn’t notice that particular fact earlier despite thinking about and seeing him right in front of me. Was too busy with my body’s new changes.

“Father brought him to Earth to help deal with the Corrupted Fractures while you were hunting void creatures,” Tar answers again while carefully floating a couple meters away from me so as to not have his artificial body killed on accident by a simple movement of my arm. “He’s been traveling back and forth between the planets for a little while now.”

Ah, that makes sense.

So why’s he fighting grandfather?

Oh, right. You already answered that you didn’t know.

Guess I’ll just ask them.

I float myself over there so fast that all of the people immediately begin kneeling the second I arrive. Just like before.

Ugh. This will get annoying. Wonder if I can stop this from automatically happening?

Although I do feel slightly surprised by one change this time around.

The fact that my biological grandfather on Mother’s side isn’t kneeling as well.

He’s just glaring at Gramps as if them an killed his only puppy.

Not that I could ever see that man owning a puppy. He’d probably sell the puppy for cash rather than own one if he ever got a puppy.

Poor nonexistent puppy.

“Scarlet,” Tar says in my mind, sounding slightly exasperated.

Right, right.

Current situation first, puppy later.

Or, never, I suppose.

“You’ve gotten worse about going off in your own head after hunting all alone for so long, haven’t you?” Tar mutters, making me shrug my shoulders to myself.

Probably.

Anyways, I release everyone from my control. Doing the same thing I did before. Then I go ahead and ask, “So mind telling me why this estate has been turned to rubble?”

I’m genuinely curious.

Don’t particularly care about Mother’s father though. Or his property.

But I would like to know why the place has been turned into the state it’s in.

Gramps turns to me while still glancing at Mother’s father – who I refuse to call grandfather still – as he says, “We were questioning him about his past.” His eyes lock onto the man’s again, leaving my own. “Since I realized something from his mana. It’s very similar to the mana of the System itself. And the moment I asked him about his involvement with creating the System, he attacked me.”

I blink at that. Then I turn to stare at Isaac Knight with a look on my face.

“Are you an idiot?” I can’t help but blurt out.

Who on Earth – literally – attacks the Demon King without warning? Especially someone at Class IV.

“Maybe he has a death wish?” Tar suggests, making me purse my lips for a second. But I shake my head after that.

No, not likely.

He’s too arrogant. And annoying.

To my shock, the man actually attacks me at my words though. Sends a blade of black and white energy flying right at me.

A blade I proceed to ignore as it fizzles out, not even leaving a scratch on my body.

“I repeat, are you an idiot?” I can’t help but ask while tilting my head.

His brow twitches in irritation before he ignores the glare Blue, Mother, and Gramps are giving him for his actions and says, “No. I needed to see if you were ready for my instruction.”

“Instruction? For controlling my magic without the System?” I ask with a frown.

He nods his head before glancing at the other three and saying, “I would prefer the audience leave us.”

Did he…

I glance at Tar.

Did he really just call the White Knight of Humanity, Blue Knight of Humanity, and Demon King ‘the audience’?

Tar nods his head before muttering to me, “I’m rethinking that death wish thing.”

I silently nod my head in agreement as I turn to look at the others. None of which look like they’re budging from their spot.

“I’m not going anywhere until you answer my questions,” Gramps says, still glaring at the man. And Mother and Blue are doing the same without saying a word.

Isaac just stares apathetically at Gramps as he says, “I will be telling my story to your granddaughter. If she wishes to relay it to you, she may. But I will not speak further with a filthy mutt like yourself.”

Oh.

Gramps’s eyes flare red.

Bad idea.