Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 127 126: The Sixth Demon [1]

Kaeliyus was stunned briefly in shock at Seiya's revelation. He's already waiting?! He echoed within him, his voice filled with disbelief.

Are these people really not going to give you a break, he sighed in mild frustration.

Meanwhile, Seiya remained silent, allowing himself a fleeting respite to savor the breeze as it swept over him.

Since he's been waiting instead of coming to you like the others, does that mean he'll keep waiting even if you don't go meet him in time? Kaeliyus inquired.

It's likely, Seiya replied calmly. Since he has been waiting since my second fight with the demon, Seiya revealed.

That long?!! Kaeliyus shouted before immediately composing himself and reducing his voice.

That long, Seiya confirmed.

Then, my Lord, Kaeliyus continued. Please permit me to to change form so I can at least heal you before the next fight, he pleaded softly.

Mn, thank you.

Kaeliyus transformed into his demon form and immediately rushed over to Seiya where he knelt.

"My Lord," Kaeliyus called with reverence, eyes glistening with pain at Seiya's condition. Seeing him all battered and beaten up, Kaeliyus' heart constricted tightly within him—pain threading through his veins.

"These good for nothing rats! How dare they!" Kaeliyus seethed angrily, burning furiously with rage.

"My Lord, if you'd please sit," Kaeliyus helped Seiya sit comfortably on the floor instead of remaining on his knees.

Seeing Seiya drenched in blood, Kaeliyus sought water to cleanse him, but nearly half the village lay in ruins. Turning his gaze toward the entrance, he met the villagers huddled together, trembling in fear.

The moment Kaeliyus' eyes fell on them, they flinched, drawing back like he would swallow them.

Useless! Kaeliyus remarked within him.

Turning back to Seiya, Kaeliyus gently unwrapped Seiya's blindfold, revealing the thick smeared wound. More pain and pity tugged at his heart at the sight.

Kaeliyus tore the softer fabric of his inner garment, took it up Seiya's face and started wiping gently. But since the fabric was dry, it couldn't take off much blood.

Annoyed, Kaeliyus rose to his feet and stormed over to the villagers who recoiled at his approach. They grouped together, trembling as Kaeliyus stopped in front of them.

Tilting his gaze upward, Kaeliyus looked at them with raging sneer. "Wipe those repulsive looks off your faces," He declared coldly.

"What's with the eyes you all look at the person saving your miserable lives? He's a savior that has come to bring you all salvation, one you all should look at with respect and gratitude," he remarked harshly.

Though still trembling beneath the weight of Kaeliyus' presence, the villagers heeded his words, finding an undeniable truth in them.

"Now get me water, the Lord needs to be tended to."

The villagers hesitated for a moment before a woman in simple traditional garment stepped forward. Her posture was slightly drawn in as she stood nervously before Kaeliyus. "M-most of the houses have been ruined b-but, my house over there," she pointed toward the far end. "..is still standing. I-I'll get water right away." She bowed slightly before hurrying away in the direction of her house.

Kaeliyus turned to watch her as she scurried away, the tension gripping her too obvious not to notice.

As Kaeliyus stepped forward to leave, he halted when he heard approaching footsteps and turned, seeing some villagers who had stepped forward. They scurried past Kaeliyus, their head bowed to avoid eye contact.

"I-I'll help as well."

"Me too."

Kaeliyus merely stood, watching in awe at the several villagers who had now voluntarily decided to be of help to his young Lord.

He hurried back to Seiya's side as he saw the first woman who had volunteered to bring water approach Seiya. She carried a bucket of water as she approached and draped over her shoulder, a soft cloth.

"Here it is. It's clean," she placed the water by Seiya's side, close to Kaeliyus. "And here, a clean cloth," she extended the cloth on her shoulder over to Kaeliyus who accepted it.

Kaeliyus dipped the cloth in the water, wringed it and started wiping Seiya's face gently. The woman knelt on the ground beside them, watching Seiya with soft eyes.

The other villagers who had also volunteered to help, came toward them, carrying wiping clothes, bowls and ointments and various items.

They closed in on Seiya, gathering around him. "Let us also help the young Lord," an elderly man among them said, to which the others nodded in agreement.

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Some squatted while some got on their knees, all surrounding Seiya. Two of the villagers, a man and a woman, dipped their wiping clothes in the clean water they had brought and started aiding Kaeliyus in wiping Seiya.

This made Kaeliyus stiffen up in surprise and mild irritation. That they touched his Lord without even asking for permission, irked him. However, seeing Seiya silent and not protesting, he held his tongue.

Meanwhile, Seiya had also been caught off guard by the sudden hospitality the villagers were offering him. He was someone who didn't like to be touched, especially by strangers, so their imposition left him unsettled.

{Don't you even dare!} Ibyu's voice cut through, making Seiya's brow twitch.

I wasn't even trying to, Seiya replied in his defense.

{Oh please! You were contemplating whether or not you should throw them off,} Ibyu fired.

Seiya met Ibyu's words with silent exasperation. After all, he was only 'contemplating', nothing else.

"This ointment will soothe his wounds," a man said, holding up a small container for Kaeliyus to see. Kaeliyus said nothing, allowing them to continue their gestures of hospitality. Though he could easily heal Seiya to perfection, he chose to let them believe their efforts were making a difference.

While Kaeliyus took uttermost care in cleaning Seiya's eyes, the others wiped his body with gentle care.

After a while of wiping Seiya, Kaeliyus materialized multiple phials—the same he uses for healing. While the villagers had started applying the ointment they'd brought over Seiya's wounds, some even getting ready to bandage him up with clothes.

Turning his attention to Seiya, Kaeliyus spoke softly. "I'll pour this over your eyes, my Lord."

Though it was a simple act of kindness he wanted to do for his Lord, Kaeliyus was burdened by it. He had been holding himself back from using his healing potion on Seiya's eyes which to him were sacred.

He found himself too low a servant to do that. But seeing his young Lord's current condition, Kaeliyus thought: Let all be damned!

Seiya nodded, his eyes fluttering open. As Kaeliyus looked closer, he was momentarily startled to find Seiya's white eyes stained red, rather than the expected wound that should have left a hole.

"Is it healed already?" Kaeliyus asked.

"Mn," Seiya replied softly. "Apparently, they can heal themselves, though very slow. It still hurts though, and I can barely see with it," Seiya informed.

Kaeliyus hesitated, wondering whether to still use his potion on Seiya's eyes. But if his Lord was still hurting, then he shouldn't even think about it at all.

"Then, please," Kaeliyus said and poured the potion into Seiya's eyes.

"How is it?" He asked, a bit skeptical.

Seiya hadn't even said anything in response when blood started trailing down his face from his eyes. Kaeliyus' heart lurched, panic shooting through him.

"As I've thought, those eyes are too sacred for a mere potion like mine to assist its healing," he muttered softly.

Bowing softly, Kaeliyus placed a hand over his chest. "I apologize, my Lord. It appears I've done something uncalled for."

Kaeliyus seized the blood-stained cloth from the bucket of water and dipped it into a bowl of clean water offered by one of the villagers. With careful hands, he wiped away the blood, cleansing Seiya's eyes.

The villagers moved to bandage Seiya's hands and body, but Kaeliyus gestured for them to refrain. After tending to Seiya's eyes, he poured several potions over his wounds. Before the villagers' astonished gazes, the gaping injuries on Seiya's body healed, as if a miracle were unfolding before them.

One of the villagers, a woman, stepped forward. She held in her hands, neatly folded clothes. "Here my Lord, a set of clean clothes for you to wear." She stretched out the clothes.

Kaeliyus' face tightened, his brow twitching at the woman's use of 'Lord' when referring to Seiya. He couldn't discern whether it was jealousy or anger that stirred within him, as a mere human addressed his young Lord in such a manner.

"It's unnecessary," Seiya said, cutting through the mounting tension with calm authority. "The fight has barely begun. These clothes would be nothing but rags, drenched in blood if I wear them. I'm more comfortable like this," he explained.

Though the villagers could see Seiya's garments had already been reduced to tatters, they dared not protest, silently complying with his words.

"Here," a man said, holding out Seiya's washed blindfold to Kaeliyus. Kaeliyus accepted it, folding it so the tiny holes were hidden beneath the cloth before passing it to Seiya.

"Here, my Lord," Kaeliyus extended the blindfold draped over his open palms to Seiya who took it and wrapped it over his eyes.

Shall we go? Seiya asked through telepathy to Kaeliyus. Kaeliyus bowed in response, rising to his feet along with his Lord.

The villagers also rose, murmurs rising as they passed awkward glances.

"Young Lord."

"My Lord."

"Master."

Their desperate voices grew increasingly grating as they approached Seiya, as if eager to speak with him.

Kaeliyus, however, stepped forward, positioning himself between his Lord and the villagers.

"Whatever it is you wish to say, speak to him when this is over," Kaeliyus declared. The villagers resigned without any protest and parted to allow Seiya to pass.

"Let's go, My Lord," Kaeliyus bowed, gesturing for Seiya to pass before following him.

The villagers watched quietly with concern as they left.

They walked deeper into the village until they reached the foot of the shrine. It was small, yet it held everything one would expect from a shrine.

At the base of the stairs, a figure sat quietly. He wore a sleeveless shirt, its fabric clinging to his slender, yet toned frame, paired with traditional pants with a loose, balloon-like fit. A belt was cinched at his waist to hold the pants in place, the shirt neatly tucked in.

His hair, dark and wavy, fell to the length of his eyes, tousling gently in the warm breeze. His eyes, like dark, beady onyx jewels, lacked the usual gleam. Instead, they were dull, devoid of light, as they fixed upon Seiya with an unsettling emptiness.

Gazing down at him, Seiya announced. " I am here at last."