THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 785 The Demon Behind Her Eyes
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
The body showed no signs of impurity whatsoever—all remnants of the dark force had been utterly purged.
A pure, thick aura emanated from Abraham's form, so polished that to Frey it resembled a luminous sculpture, thanks to his Absolute Manipulator power.
"You truly managed to eliminate it… in such a short time."
"Never doubt my capabilities, my boy. Toppling me won't happen without a fight."
Abraham rested his hand upon Frey's shoulder.
Rarely did Frey's features ease, yet they did so briefly as he gazed at his father's touch.
Just then, Ada emerged from the cabin.
"Ah… Frey, you've returned. Welcome back home."
Frey shifted his attention to his sister.
She donned a plain white gown that complemented her bound white locks.
Her complexion, her skin… she appeared much healthier now compared to the ordeals she had faced before.
Faint shadows of exhaustion still marked under her eyes, stemming from the intense pressures she had borne.
Even as she concealed her hands behind her, Frey noticed it all—the way anxiety had her gnawing her nails and fingertips raw.
Observing her, Frey gave a tender nod.
"Indeed… I've come back, Ada."
On that evening, Frey remained with his loved ones.
The trio gathered around the table, sharing moments as a genuine family would.
"I notice you've advanced to SSS already, my son," Abraham remarked, spotting Frey's recent progress right away.
Ada let out a sharp intake of breath.
"SSS?! How is that possible—"
Her surprise was profound.
Frey let out a gentle chuckle.
"I figured you were growing accustomed to my unexpected feats, dear sister."
Ada released a sigh.
"I get that you're incredibly powerful, but SSS… and you're merely twenty…"
Her gaze darted from Frey to Abraham.
"…Do I truly belong in this family?"
The remark wasn't earnest… merely a lighthearted jest highlighting the vast chasm between her and the two powerhouses at her side.
Yet both replied in unison.
"Absolutely, you do."
Their response came swift… followed by soft laughter.
"Now that you've attained SSS," Abraham continued, "it's high time I assist with your cultivation."
"What are you referring to?" Frey inquired.
Abraham rose from his seat at the table.
"Join me in the woods after half an hour. I'll set up what's needed by then."
A smile crossed his face.
"The moment has arrived to impart to you something truly precious—a legacy that will endure with you eternally."
Upon hearing this, Frey inclined his head, grasping his father's intent without delay.
Abraham departed the cabin in silence, leaving Frey and Ada by themselves.
Silence enveloped them for several minutes until Ada spoke first.
"I long for Mom to be here too… so we could at last form a complete family and reside together."
Her words carried a tender, melancholic smile.
Frey stayed quiet. His knowledge of Ana Starlight, his mother in this realm, remained quite limited.
She had never felt like his true parent… yet Ada, as his sibling, held immense importance in his heart.
"This all seems unreal… Father has returned somehow, and his bond with me now surpasses what we shared in his living days…"
Such sentiments arose from Abraham's recent kind demeanor toward her—the care he now showed, unlike his former distance.
As Ada smiled amid her tears—a blend of happiness and grief—
Frey parted his lips to speak, only to pause.
Rather, he rose and approached her.
With utmost care, he enveloped her in his arms, drawing her into a serene hug.
Ada wept for some time, pressing her face to his chest.
Throughout, Frey held steady, supporting her until her emotions settled.
Only afterward did he release her.
"Feel free to shed more tears if needed," Frey offered with a gentle smile.
"I've returned, and I plan to stay right here."
Ada gave a soft laugh.
"You're acting like the elder one… when did you grow so wise?"
Frey joined in the laughter.
"I'm hardly the wise one… you're simply revealing your genuine self now.
The pampered young lady persona fits you splendidly."
He regarded her in quiet contemplation.
Had their realm not descended into such turbulent chaos… had survival not demanded constant battles… Ada could have thrived as a beloved, indulged daughter, shielded by her devoted brother Frey…
and her formidable father, Abraham.
She would never have needed to lead the household.
She wouldn't have borne such heavy loads, given her delicate nature.
Their conversation lingered a bit more until Frey posed an odd query.
"Ada… would it trouble you if I asked something?"
Ada cocked her head.
"A question? Ask away, Frey—nothing's off-limits."
Frey affirmed with a nod.
"Do you harbor a dream, Ada?
A ambition… or a desire to fulfill… a hope you yearn to realize?"
Ada pondered briefly.
"A dream… let me think…"
Her reply came swiftly.
"My sole wish… is for our family to dwell together peacefully…
in a serene realm free from the need to battle for existence…
without the daily dread of losing those dear to us."
A wry smile touched her lips.
"Each time you ventured to the front lines, terror gripped me that you'd be gone—like our parents…
And with Father's return, that anxiety has intensified, as I worry for him as well."
In an ideal scenario, Ada would keep her kin from ever departing again.
Yet she recognized the futility… Frey and Abraham played pivotal roles in the impending conflict.
"Peaceful living… that's all I seek, no more, no less."
Frey's eyes narrowed just a touch.
"Indeed… such a realm sounds ideal.
A tranquil, compassionate world… that aspiration matches you ideally, Ada."
He offered her a smile, then gradually dropped his stare to the ground.
"Our reality is unjust—warped and tainted… vile and savage."
"The mighty dictate, while the powerless can only await demise's approach in hushed fear."
"Entities exist with the might to raze it all.
They dwell high above, indifferent to the ants below…
They trample without notice, marching onward."
"Is this just?
Is it right that value stems solely from power?"
"Is it right… that compassionate souls perish, as scum endures?"
"If sheer dominance defines all… then to what end?
What meaning does strength hold?"
Frey raised his head toward Ada slowly…
a lethal aura seeping from him, twisting his visage into a fearsome mask.
"Tell me… Agaroth."
In that instant, Ada grinned at him.
Her eyes shifted to a profound, shadowy red, her aura transforming entirely…
evidence of a formidable, ominous presence taking hold.
Days remaining until the Shattering: 65 days
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