The Primal Hunter

Needless to say, Jake’s question made the entire situation quite tense as he looked at the Second Mistress. She was taken aback and stared at Jake for several seconds, clearly not having expected him to find out.

The moment he had entered the residence of the Second Mistress, he had felt the familiar mana signature of the container with the Secret Scroll inside. Considering the Fallen King had made it clear the Guard Captain still had one, it wasn’t hard to figure out this was the “missing” scroll.

It took her a moment, but the Second Mistress collected herself and sighed. “Why hide it? Why would I not? Would you have helped bring the Prime Consort to me and assist in slaying the Demon Lord if I didn’t have anything to offer?”

“Probably,” Jake shrugged.

She seemed taken aback by his answer. “Why?”

“Why not?” Jake asked. Doing that was bound to give a better achievement, so helping her out only made sense in his head. Of course, she didn’t know about achievements, so maybe it made sense in her mind to keep it a secret for now.

“Why would the Prime Consort give it to you?” the Sword Saint asked. “From my understanding, you were not allies.”

“We are most certainly not. No, she gave it to me because I am not allied with the First Mistress. Or, well, I wasn’t allied with her. The Prime Consort said that she hoped it would foster trust… in reality, I believe she knew I had a distaste for the Demon Lord, and she knew I would never hand a scroll that would empower him to anyone.”

“I see,” the old man nodded, looking to be deep in thought.

The Second Mistress clenched her fists and looked at the Prime Consort. “If you let me kill her… you can have the scroll, and I will even show you how to unlock the containers for when you get the last one from the Guard Captain.”

“Now, wait a second here,” Jake said as he wanted to understand what was going on with all the Mistresses. He looked at all of them for a second as he questioned them. “Nobody gonna protest someone wanting to kill the Prime Consort?”

“Why would we?” a woman smiled. Jake Identified her and saw it was the First Mistress.

[First Mistress – lvl 264]

“She used to be your leader?” Jake questioned.

“That lunatic has needed to go for a long time,” the First Mistress said with disdain, the other Mistresses all nodding. “Also, if it helps hubby, why would we not want that?”

Jake didn’t need to question who “hubby” was as he threw the Sword Saint a glance.

The old man looked at the Prime Consort as he questioned the Second Mistress. “Will killing her like this be wise? Are you certain we do not need her for the Secret Scrolls in any way or see if she knows any other big secrets? Such as what the Secret Scrolls are used for? Jake told us that she said they were created to weaken the Demon Lord in case the Prime Consort lost control of him like you told us before.”

Jake was about to protest that she had also said they could be used to empower him, but he quickly realized what the Sword Saint was doing. He wanted to see if she knew and, if she did know, would share the full truth with them.

“That is one of their uses, yes,” the Second Mistress said. “The other is to empower the Demon Lord’s artifacts. I don’t know why they hold both functions, but the weakening aspect was added later.”

“I see,” the Sword Saint nodded.

Alright, so she does tell some truths, Jake quickly noted.

“Ugh,” he heard a sound from in front of him as the Prime Consort groaned. Jake quickly knelt down and used Touch to give her another rush of alcohol, buying them some time.

“So?” the Second Mistress asked. “Only the Prime Consort, I, and the Guard Captain know how to open the containers with the Secret Scrolls, and as I said, I will teach you how if you give her to me.”

“Well, you three and me,” Jake shrugged, getting looks. “What? She taught me. Not voluntarily, but she opened it right in front of me.”

“Just because you saw her open it once doesn’t mean you can replicate the process,” the Second Mistress protested.

“Pretty sure I can,” Jake said with a high level of confidence.

Mistress will be fine. We don’t need the Prime Consort, and having found the final scroll, we don’t really need to stay here much longer. Fallen King, I would say it was

questioned. The Guard Captain was supposed to be

question my abilities?” the Fallen King said, offended. “I am ready at any point. Besides getting rid of the Guard Captain, we only have one more loose end… who was the demon we met when we first entered this floor? The one who knew about

NPC energy that the old demon had displayed made him utterly forgettable, but on second thought, he was set up to matter on this

a good question. I did ask the Mistresses, and no one knew

and I think she was telling the truth

Sylphie added. The wind didn’t know

go check out that old house while the King handles his business with the Guard

Affirmatives all around.

“Great. Let’s go then.”

us the Secret Scroll,” the Sword Saint said to

a moment before she nodded and went inside her house. Dina had walked over to Jake during this and asked to

pretty simple. We wouldn’t ever

weird the demon offered

was allowed to get a shot at opening it but was warned that the scroll inside would be destroyed if he

needed

two scrolls in the bag, they only needed the Fallen King to get the final one, and then it was on to finally face the Demon Lord. In the meanwhile, they allowed the Second Mistress to drag the still unconscious Prime Consort away, quite a few of the other Mistresses also

the Secret Scrolls to see what was up with that, just to wrap up all loose ends. On his

revenge on

to do some fucked up ritual on him, and she had only gotten her just desserts. Now all they needed was for the Fallen King

that the reports came from here, vice-captain?” the large

launch an attack on the Third Mistress when she returns. This is a prime opportunity to strike at them while they least

identified

– lvl

good work,” the Guard Captain said as they entered the gate leading into the Third Residence. Walking through the fog, the gate closed behind them as they

well hidden,” the Guard Captain said with suspicion.

did not answer. Instead, his claw began glowing golden as he lunged forward. The Guard Captain was taken by surprise and failed to respond as his back was ripped

after as the demon tore himself

yelled from across the room, his voice infused with Willpower.

Instead, he condensed a wave of force and sent it toward the Guard Captain. He responded by taking out a shield and blocking the blow but

damage, but when fighting with others, things were not as simple. A large-scale blast would hit indiscriminately, so he had to communicate and try and limit the scope of his blows. Having spent so

the Fallen King activated his boosting skill. Power erupted from his body as the Guard Captain seemed

“You-“

shield, sending him back into the wall for a third time. Grasping, he pulled on the wall itself as it began to collapse down on the demon,

be hit once more

rooms had a perfect size for the Fallen King. Not too large or too small, meaning he could keep his opponent constantly within his effective range while still not allowing the melee-specialized Guard Captain to get

yelled as he

all-out as his body bulked up. He stepped down as he practically teleported across the entire room, appearing nearly right in front of

It hit nothing.

single meter short and looked confused as a golden claw hit him in

said, assessing that the Guard Captain had barely been damaged despite the direct hit. His body was tough. Tougher than the Demon Lord that they had fought in the hallway. Luckily, his soul was… pathetic.

of control from the Nevermore party was not just about controlling his magic. It was also about how much others relied on it. The Fallen King never needed to care much about being overly accurate,

perceived through soul magic was difficult, but the Fallen King could slightly nudge it with these low-Perception creatures. To make a single meter look like two was difficult, especially if he didn’t want the other person to instantly notice. But to make a kilometer look like nine-hundred and ninety-nine meters? That was

the test subject, and the King was pleased as he continued his assault. Golden claws, constructs, and blasts sent him repeatedly flying like a ragdoll as he never quite managed to land a hit. His durability was high, but his attacks were limited, and what hits the Guard Captain did

many hailed as the most powerful fighter on the floor, was killed without

standing within a large ruin. All the houses were utterly destroyed, and the walls were filled with holes. On the ground before him was the Guard Captain, his armor distorted and broken, his

Demon Lord… will avenge