The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Screech!

"Phew! For a Monster that has silence in its name, it sure is loud." Cray frowned at the Silencer he had just killed. He didn't like the noise every Silencer made the moment they were killed. "It doesn't even summon their friends or whatsoever."

Cray shook his head faintly, and observed the unique and strange phenomenon that was currently happening in front of him. He had been killing Silencers for minutes already—he had witnessed it many times—but he still couldn't get used to it.

"Why do they immediately disappear right after being killed?"

Fighting in the mist, like Basil had assured him, wasn't difficult at all. Although he couldn't see anything properly other than his hands and feet, he could still spot the Silencers easily.

He could even say that the Silencers were the only thing that could be seen in the dense mist no matter where they were. Of course, it is still a different story after they died; their already vague existence disappeared right after they died.

So far, the disappearance of the Silencer's death bodies didn't cause anything that harmed him or anything. However, the fact that they could just disappear without even being disposed of still worried him.

"Who knows what they can do, right? They might trip me over or something," Cray whispered under his breath. "Anyway, it is not as hard as I thought." He looked around, and noticed three Silencers coming his way.

Unlike the other things, he could see the three Silencers in the form of three black humanoid shapes. He didn't know whether this was also caused by Basil's Spell, but this is what made dealing with the Silencers was easier.

Of course, it still means they were a quite troublesome opponent to deal with.

"The other side is surprisingly quiet. I wonder if Basil has finished his part." Staring at his bloody daggers and the incoming Silencers, Cray nonchalantly shrugged afterward. "Well, it's time to finish mine too."

Channeling Mana to his feet, he strengthened the [Reinforcement] on them. His muscles contracted, and he immediately kicked the ground without bursting his Mana outward.

Whizz!

Although Cray wasn't traveling that fast, the air still produced a sound upon being parted by his daggers. The Silencers became more alert as they readied their metal claws to attack him upon this display.

Of course, Cray, just like everytime, was faster than them. The moment he appeared in front of them, he did an acrobatic turn, and cut the neck of the three Silencers cleanly.

Slash. Slash.

The head of the three Silencers touched the ground a few seconds after, as their body slowly faded before completely disappeared after 10 seconds. Looking at his bloody daggers once again, Cray clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Why doesn't their blood disappear too? This is what actually concerns me. What if they suddenly—kyaa!" As Cray felt a hand on his shoulder, a girlish scream voluntarily came out of his mouth.

"Are you okay?"

At the familiar voice, Cray quickly turned around, and exclaimed in annoyance. "Darn it, Basil! Why didn't you notify me in advance?! You scared the kindness out of me, mate!"

"A Mage shall never ignore his surrounding."

"Oh, blimey. Thanks for the reminder! But, make sure to hide yourself crappily next time. I couldn't even detect you!" Cray sighed, and massaged his forehead lightly.

'Is this what Whitney always feels whenever I am with him? Huh? Why am I acting like this anyway?' Shaking his head at his funny thought, Cray turned to Basil.

"So, have you finished your job? Although I don't see anymore of them coming at me, I can't guarantee I have finished all of them. So, I suggest—"

"What are you talking about? We can't finish them in one go."

"No, no, no. What are YOU talking about?" Cray pointed his finger at Basil. "Spill the tea, kind sire. You are keeping almost everything to yourself."

Basil hummed to himself, and silently gazed behind Cray. "In a horde of Silencers, there is one special Silencer that will only come out once the other Silencers are dead. Before this particular Silencer is dead, the horde isn't finished yet."

"Okay..." Cray blinked his eyes in wonderment. "So, what makes this Silencer special? Is it so silent, we can't hear it even if it is in front us?"

"It has the power to reunite the other Silencers with it ... It resurrects the dead Silencers, and merges with them."

Cray's face instantly darkened as he looked at his bloody daggers; everything suddenly made sense to him. Now he knew that the disappearance of the dead bodies was actually the resurrection of the Silencers the two of them had killed.

"Hey, Basil. Do you know where—"

Boom. Boom.

Cray's sentence was interrupted by the sound of slow heavy steps. "Huuh... I knew it was coming." He sighed in exasperation.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he turned his body to the direction Basil was facing. "Are you sure it is the same Monster we have slain earlier? It doesn't look similar to them."

He could see an 8 meters tall shadowy figure was coming at them with a leisure pace. It was bigger than the Minotaur Warrior they had encountered, but emitted a less frightening aura; it still made it frightening nonetheless.

,m "Be careful of this Silencer. Despite of how big it looks, it moves faster than the fastest Peak Stage Orange Core Knight you know." Basil lightly swung his sword, briefly parting the dense mist. "It makes no noise, so don't ever turn your head away from it."

"Oi, oi, oi. Isn't it too dangerous to be real?" Cray quickly readied his dagger, and stared at the gigantic Silencer intently ... Or to be exact, he was staring at the place where the gigantic Silencer supposed to be at. "Huh?! Hey, Basil it is—"

Whoosh!

Cray's eyes froze as a sharp metal claw grazed the side of his cheek. He had merely turned his head to his side to look at Basil, but he was met with the gigantic Silencer instead.

Gulp.

"H-Hello, Mr. Silencer. A pleasure to be in your presence, sire!"

Cray previously couldn't clearly see the appearance of the Silencers he had killed even though he had observed them closely. Now however, he could clearly see the appearance of the gigantic Silencer.

It had a head of a human, but without a face. He couldn't see its eyes, nose, and mouth; only a blank surface of pale skin. It had an extremely muscular figure, eight hands, and two feet with sharp metal claws.

Different from the Silencers he had slain before, this one, just like what Basil had said, didn't make a noise. Even when right beside him, he couldn't hear it breathing.

The only thing that signified its presence was the sound the wind made when it was parted with its body. He didn't even hear its heavy step prior to its reappearance beside him.

"It's time to go."

When he was done with his quick and detailed observation, Cray kicked the ground as hard as he could, and distanced himself far away from the Silencer.

Whoosh!

The Silencer, although late, was also close to cut Cray's neck. Like before, its claws didn't even make a noise when they parted the air; he could only feel the wind that the motion of the claws produced.

Quickly looking around, he tried to locate Basil, only to find that Basil was nowhere to be found. He stretched his Mana Sense, but he couldn't even detect any Mage's presence in his surrounding.

'Is he—is he purposefully hiding from me?! Curse you, Basil!' He knew Basil was still there—the Barrier was Basil's, and still active. For Basil to not show himself, either means he was telling Cray to fend for himself or he was using Cray as a bait.

Either way, it wasn't really a good thing to hear for Cray.

...

Boom!

Iliana fended the axe of the Hog Orc in front of her to the side. The brief clash of their weapon produced a shockwave, showing how much strength put into the attack. Of course, due to that, the axe of said Hog Orc was deeply planted to the ground.

Quick in her movement, Iliana thrust Sinister Piercer at the Hog Orc in one fluid motion. Powered with Mana, her spear easily pierced through the armor, and its heart. Bursting the little bit of Mana on the tip of her spear, she made a hole in said Hog Orc's chest afterward.

Retracting her spear, she swiftly flicked it to the side to clear the blood off its blade. Sensing another Middle Class Demon coming from her side, she kicked the ground, and hopped on the back of Deacon, who was fighting three Hobgoblins by himself not far away from her.

"Deacon, let's take a break!"

"Understood!"

Briefly scanning his surrounding, Deacon dashed to the place with less Demons. It was the area that was covered with the dense mist Basil had produced. Since some of the Knights were also there, it was a good place to take a break.

Unlike before however, quite a few of the Middle Class Demons were stubbornly chasing behind Deacon. Iliana frowned at the scene, as she was sure the Demons weren't coming at them to protect the hostages that were concealed within the dense mist.

"In the very first place, none of them will be able to reach the cage." Staring at the dense mist in amazement, Iliana muttered, "To think he layers the Barrier with Bewitchment that messes with perception ... He really utilizes his Spell well."

Iliana smirked, and was about to instruct Deacon to turn around to attack the Demons following them, when Thompson shouted something at them.

"Miss. Beautiful Mage, move aside!" He wasn't flattering her; he merely didn't know what her name was. Iliana hadn't introduced herself, after all.

Quick to take action, Iliana and Deacon abruptly jumped to the side, flustering the Demons chasing behind them. Thompson held his sword horizontally, and immediately activated his Aura Ability.

"[Matter Augmentation: Expansion]!"

As his sword grew bigger and longer, Thompson swiftly swung it at the Middle Class Demons in front of him. By the time he had done a full swing, all of the six Demons who had been chasing behind Deacon were cleanly bisected.

Thompson's sword returned to normal afterward, and Iliana arrived beside him at the exact same time. Iliana got down from Deacon, and nodded her head at him in appreciation.

"I appreciate the help, but it was honestly unnecessary." Graciously tossing her hair, she continued, "Also, I already have a boyfriend. You don't look as appealing as Basil to me either."

"A-Ah, that is..." Thompson scratched his head awkwardly. "I wasn't hitting on you. You haven't told me—"

"Iliana. Nice to meet you."

"Y-Yes, nice to meet you, Miss. Iliana." Sighing lightly to himself, Thompson thought, 'They really are made for each other, aren't they? Their demeanor is really alike!'

The two of them was about to join Sylvia and Jake in the back, when a strong wind blow crashed on to them.

It came from the direction of the dense mist ... Well, the supposed direction of the dense mist.