The Broken Halo-Chapter 72: He’s Just Like Us

So many things about both the boy and girl baffled Simon, but the one that was truly the kicker was the fact that he had not sensed either of them even when they were so close to him.

With his demon cat senses and war veteran senses, none of the candidates should have been able to do such a thing.

But those two did, and it bothered him greatly.

’Even when I look at them, their presence is much fainter than it’s meant to be.’

’A strange power seems to be distorting and masking the boy’s presence. As for the girl...’

Simon frowned slightly as he stared at the white-haired girl.

’Her presence is even more faint and deceiving. If my ocular technique could not see the faint outline of a demon’s chaos flame, I would have believed she was a Minor Lesser Demon like me because of the demonic energy around her.’

’My ocular technique tells me she’s weak, but my instincts are telling me she’s dangerous.’

’Could she and this boy be the reason the clan is allowing a Prime Dread Beast to roam free?... Most likely... Since I haven’t seen any other strange candidate like these two.’

As Simon had all these thoughts in a span of three seconds, he slowly changed his stance to that of a relaxed stance.

’But they’re still not Archfiends.The only way a Supreme Fiend and a talented Prime Lesser Demon can defeat an Archfiend is either through a very powerful artifact or through their bloodline.’

’The clan forbids the use of artifacts, which is why every candidate came with normal weapons for the trials.’

’As for their bloodlines... I don’t know what sort of demons they are. I’ve never seen a demon with silver hair and also covers their forehead and eyes at the same time.’

’I’ve also never seen a Prime Lesser Demon with white hair and no other addition to their physical body.’

’The only explanation is if she’s actually a high ranking demon like a Demon Lord or a Demon King, and that would definitely be absurd.’

Simon could not help but hold the space between his brows, then he released a soft sigh.

’Thinking about these two is so stressful and annoying.’

A soft chuckle drifted into his ears, and he looked at the girl with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Can I help you?"

The girl smiled. "You’re so cute and funny. You should relax. We’re not here to hurt you."

Simon raised a brow. "Then why are you here?"

The girl smiled. "Let’s know each other’s names first. I believe it’ll bring us closer."

Simon raised a brow, but he didn’t refuse or say anything.

The girl nodded. "Let’s start with me then. I’m Merath, and this is Jorra."

She gestured at the boy beside, and Simon looked at him with raised brows.

"He doesn’t talk?"

Merath laughed with a forced smile. "Well... he-"

"He doesn’t speak to lowly peasants and beasts." Jorra completed Merath’s words without any fanfare or without hiding the disdain and disgust he had for Simon.

Simon merely raised a brow, then he looked at Merath.

"Bring us closer huh?"

Merath’s lips twitched, but she couldn’t say anything or defend herself.

"Sorry about that. He just lacks a little bit of home training."

Jorra looked at Merath and was about to speak, but she glared at him, and Jorra could not help but look the other way with folded arms and an expression filled with an anger and irritation.

"By the way, you haven’t told us your name." Merath asked with a smile.

"Blackmoon."

Merath’s expression became strange, and Jorra erupted into a full blow laughter.

"Hahahahaha! What the fuck is Blackmoon? Who names their child Blackmoon? Hahahahahahahaha!"

"Hey. Stop it." Merath tried to stop Jorra, but his laughter was infectious and she tried so hard to stop herself from laughing.

Simon said nothing and just stared at them indifferently.

He could not fault them for laughing because his name was truly funny.

What sort of a mother decided to make their child Blackmoon?

’Well... I guess a mother that can sell you out for money.’

Simon decided to leave and not wait for the duo to get themselves.

The reason why he had even spoken to them was because he was curious about them. He could guess why they approached him, but he was bound to disappoint them.

"Wait. Wait. Wait. We’re sorry. Don’t go." Merath called out while stretching out her hand, but Simon did not stop.

"In case you’ve forgotten, we have a trial and a time limit."

Merath cursed herself and Jorra underneath her breath. "I know. That’s why we approached you. We want you to join us for the trial. The trial should be accomplishable with the three of us."

Simon waved his hand nonchalantly without looking at Merath.

"Not interested. Find another teammate."

"Arrogant piece of -" she mumbled underneath her breath, cursing Simon for stubbornness and arrogance.

Did he think the second trial was a joke?

"But we’ll get more points together. We’re strong!"

Simon nonchalantly waved once again, then he stepped out of the barrier with his hands in his robe.

"Damn it." Merath kicked a stone in anger, then she glared at Jorra.

"What? An arrogant piece of shit like him would just slow us down. It’s better if it’s just us." Jorra indifferently shrugged, and Merath’s lips twitched repeatedly.

She had the urge to strangle Jorra, but she looked at the Veilmaster and cursed underneath her breath once again.

Fighting was disallowed in the barrier.

"Let’s go. It’s almost time for the beasts of the night to awaken."

Jorra shrugged with a happy smile, then both of them walked out of the barrier with some other groups also walking out of the barrier.

The Veilmaster glanced at all the candidates as they left, but his gaze lingered on Jorra and Merath longer than the rest.

"Hmm." He hummed with a suspicious tone and narrowed eyes.

Some minutes later, Merath and Jorra stood before the corpse of a hyena like demon beast, and both of them stared at the corpse with indifference and superiority... an expression that would have bothered Simon if he were to see their faces because their expressions resembled what the gods wore whenever they looked at the humans of earth.

"What do you think of him?" Jorra asked with a detached and indifferent tone, and Merath remained silent for a few seconds before smiling charmingly.

She crouched and poked the corpse with the same smile.

"He’s just like us. He’s a Daemon."