Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 129 128: The Sixth Demon [3]

Seiya's heart soared skyward toward his staff, drawn irresistibly to the upright chain, where it was swept along with the life forces gathered upon it.

The demon's gaze turned up, eyes following the heart till it got stuck on the chain. Realizing that Seiya had beat him to his heart, a small smile played on the demon's lips. "I had always been so far behind in speed," he remarked casually.

Eyes still glued up at the floating staff above, he muttered. "I had been wondering just what exactly was floating so eerily in the sky."

The demon took some few retreating leaps, then extended his hand toward the sky. "Come," he called softly.

Just like it had been when he called upon Seiya's sword, the staff never budged. The demon withdrew his hand, letting it fall gracefully at his side.

"Must be one of your weapons, I presume...?" He asked, a bit marveled and put off as he gazed at Seiya who remained standing, unbothered by the gaping wound carved on his chest.

"I am a bit baffled by the occurrences here," the demon continued. "Having always been able to claim whatever I called for, I find it deeply unsettling to encounter things beyond my grasp."

"Take for example, your sword," he paused, eyes darting to Seiya's sword that rested by his side. "I want nothing more than to own it. I have claimed a lot of swords from human, demons and monsters alike, yet, why is it so different with yours?" He asked, face slowly turning rigid.

"Since I cannot claim that staff floating up there just as I couldn't claim the sword, it means it's yours, doesn't it?" He asked, this time, staring at Seiya and waiting for an answer.

Clenching tight his grip around his sword, Seiya began. "How repetitive can you get?" He fired, voice light and steady. The corners of the demon's lips creased, twitching as they tensed.

"Anyone who witnessed me cast my heart skyward would recognize the staff as mine," Seiya continued. "Tell me, what reason would I—or anyone—have to align with something that does not belong to them?"

"I bet if you demons had multiple brains instead of hearts, it would have saved me from this absurd question with such an obvious answer, and you, from this self embarrassment," Seiya remarked coldly, gaze fixed on the demon, the air around him frigid.

{Can't argue with that,} Ibyu chimed, causing Seiya's brow to twitch—surprised that Ibyu could finally talk after blatantly ignoring his orders a while ago. It might have been due to the demon's ability but still…

Meanwhile, Kaeliyus on the other hand had broken out in cold sweat. Being a demon with multiple hearts instead of brains like his young Lord had just noted, he feared for how Seiya regarded him. The same as he does the other demons? Kaeliyus went into panic mode.

The demon forced a smile, his lips twitching from maintaining it as he stood before Seiya, trying to act unaffected.

However, in the blink of an eye and in a blur, the demon appeared right in front of Seiya, a sword in hand, moving up Seiya's neck, ready to cut.

"What did you say?" The demon asked, eyes now wide in anger, every trace of smile and cheerfulness wiped clean.

Seiya was momentarily caught off guard by the demon's swift speed, which his eyes couldn't follow, throwing him slightly off balance. However, with remarkable agility, Seiya fluidly leaned away from the incoming sword, tilting his neck aside just enough to avoid it before dipping low.

In the same instant, matching the demon's speed, Seiya struck with his sword—sweeping it upward in a vertical arc, aiming to cleave the demon in two.

However, the demon's swiftness and agility were not to be underestimated. The instant Seiya's hand began to swipe upward with his sword, the demon's other hand shot low, gripping Seiya's wrist and thrusting it back, skillfully redirecting the strike as he leaned away, just out of reach.

Seiya's strike cut through empty air, mere inches from cleaving the demon in two.

The demon leaped back immediately, putting a fair distance between himself and Seiya. "I might not have multiple brains like you suggested, but even I, I'm not foolish enough to get cut by that sword," the demon stated, his usual soft smile returning to his face—stretching wide as if proud and proving to Seiya he wasn't dumb like he was insinuating.

"Sorry but, the breeze whispered in my ears that whatever that sword of yours severs cannot be restored. So I'll pass."

Seiya merely stood in silence, observing the demon. Despite his nature, there was nothing in his appearance that marked him as one of his kind. If anything, he appeared more human than a demon.

Seiya's gaze shifted to the sword in his left hand, peering deeper for he couldn't properly see without peering that close due to his current eye condition.

Though Seiya didn't see when and how the demon got the sword, he knew it was by his ability to call upon things. After all, a demon with such an ability would have accumulated many weapons and materials from his opponents.

And with such an ability, he was sure to have a spatial storage of some sort to have them stored.

Seiya's gaze drifted toward the villagers huddled at a distance from where he and the demon stood. His vision was clouded by blood, the world around him reduced to a blur of red. Though the villagers appeared only as shifting shadows in the crimson haze, he could see their trembling forms as they watched from afar.

Seiya's mind had to run a quick check of things and the danger the demon posed by being close to the villagers who were exposed with no means of protection.

With the demon's ability to call and claim things belonging to others, the risks were high because he could just call upon the hearts of the villagers.

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Although he hadn't specifically come to save the villagers but to fight the demons, Seiya couldn't deny it would be a failed mission should the villagers be killed. Even if he ends up wiping out all the demons—with the villagers dead, it would all be a failed mission.

As Seiya stood there, though nonchalant and unbothered on the surface, the weight of the situation had started to weigh on him. The villagers weren't few in number—they were many. With his eyes down and unable to even see, Seiya doubted his ability to protect them.

The demon standing before him wasn't weak nor was his ability one that could easily be bypassed. Then, should he just wipe them all out together?—the demons and the villagers alike.

As Seiya contemplated things within him, the demon snapped his fingers, drawing back Seiya's attention.

Suspended in mid-air around the demon was an array of weapons—swords, staffs, spears, and other armaments, all pointed toward Seiya.

"Now," he began, his soft smile fixed in place, the breeze tousling his hair and billowing his pants as he spread his arms wide. "Shall we get this started?" He asked, face beaming with excitement.

"No, shall we get you butchered?" He rephrased.