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.

the thoughts of everyone on this?” the Sword Saint asked. “I believe handing the Prime Consort to the Second 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 about time you got everything handled on your end and

Guard Captain was supposed to be pretty strong

rid of the Guard Captain, we only have one more loose end… who

that guy,” Jake admitted. The full-on NPC energy that the old demon had displayed made him utterly forgettable, but on second thought, he was set

question. I did ask the Mistresses, and no one knew about him,” the Sword Saint

I think she was telling the truth then,” Dina

Sylphie added. The wind

go check out that old house while the King handles his business with the Guard Captain then. Are we

Affirmatives all around.

“Great. Let’s go then.”

Scroll,” the Sword Saint said

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

is pretty simple. We wouldn’t ever need a

again just made it weird the

shot at opening it but was warned that the scroll inside would be destroyed if he failed three

needed

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 going

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

earned: Allow the Second Mistress to get her revenge on the Prime Consort, fully earning

She had tried to do some fucked up ritual on him, and she had only gotten her just desserts. Now all

from here, vice-captain?” the large demon wearing his full plate

to launch an attack on

King identified the man he was

– lvl

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

are well hidden,” the Guard Captain said with suspicion. “And where are all the usual guards and

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

after as the demon tore himself

across the room, his voice

no more need for words. Instead, he condensed a wave of force and sent it toward the Guard Captain. He responded by taking out a shield

large-scale blast would hit indiscriminately, so he had to communicate and try and limit the scope of his blows. Having spent so many years not caring, it took time to adapt…

all across his body as the Fallen King activated his boosting skill. Power erupted from his body as the Guard

“You-“

blast of force hit the man’s shield, sending him back into the wall for a third time. Grasping, he pulled

be hit once more by a

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

yelled as he landed. “I sentence you to

Captain also went all-out as his body bulked up. He stepped down as he practically teleported across the entire room, appearing nearly right in front of the Fallen King, his sword already

It hit nothing.

confused as a golden claw hit him in the face, sending

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. So easily

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, and most of the melee attacks he used had at least an optional long-range aspect. These warriors,

it suddenly became a distance that could make a significant difference. Distorting the reality others 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

Golden claws, constructs, and blasts sent him repeatedly flying like a ragdoll as he never quite

was by many hailed as the most powerful fighter on the

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 body

Demon Lord… will avenge me,” he