Chapter 121: A den of hell II.
A young nobleman approached the group, a smile on his face as he stood right in front of Maria.
Right behind him were three other men, wearing similar masks with gazes filled with excitement and joy.
As the first man arrived in front of Maria, he chuckled.
"Oh my, this is the first time I am seeing a beauty such as yourself here. Did you come alone?"
While the man spoke, he slowly advanced towards Maria, closing the distance with every word he spoke.
His friends, who followed right behind him suddenly surrounded Maria in the blink of an eye, stylishly separating her from the rest of the group.
Dorian glanced in their direction for a while.
It was obvious they knew she came with him, so if they still pressed on knowing this, it must mean they were some powerful people in here.
Sighing, he looked away and towards a corner that he could see the other nobles making their way into.
They seemed to be in a hurry as well, moving in large groups while greeting one another once they spotted each other.
’That must be where the main event is taking place,’ Dorian whispered to himself.
Since he had no idea what said place looked like, it was best for him to get the best spot before it got too crowded.
As he was about to turn to address the issue with the nobles surrounding Maria, he was shocked to see her already grabbing the hand of the noble and nearly crushing his bones.
"My hand! She’s breaking my hand!" the man cried out, slowly falling to his knees from the pain.
The others who followed him stood there in shock at the sight of a woman bringing their boss to his knees with a single hand.
Dorian, watching, smiled with pride, then he voiced out, "Let’s go, we’re wasting time." He began to walk towards the corner of the room where the rest of the nobles were herding towards.
Seraphina followed, grabbing Maria’s arm and walking right next to Dorian with a smile on her face.
The nobleman with a busted wrist, now on his knees, turned his eyes towards the group, an ugly frown on his face as the thought of murdering them crossed his mind multiple times in a second.
That said, he knew better than to start a fight right there, not when the main event was about to start. Which only made him even madder.
...
At the same time, Dorian and the others had made it towards the room where the main event was supposed to take place.
Actually, before they even arrived there, the scene they saw further proved how much of a horror this place was.
To their left, elves were being loaded out of cages like animals, pushed and killed if they attempted to fight back in any way.
To their right, elves were being sold, so poorly dressed and thin that one could fully see their collarbones from a far distance.
It was truly a hellish place for anyone unlucky enough to have an elf ear.
Dorian constantly had a disgusted face throughout the entire thing. Unlike the girls, who averted their gazes due to how graphic and sad the scene was, Dorian watched everything, further fueling his already-growing anger.
Soon they arrived in the main room, where the other nobles had gathered.
The room was a vast, circular amphitheater, reminiscent of ancient coliseums, yet with a modern, opulent twist.
Plush, crimson cinema-style seats ascended in neat, concentric rows around a central stage, currently veiled by a heavy, velvet red curtain. Each row seemed to gain height, offering an unobstructed view of the impending spectacle.
High above, strategically placed at intervals around the entire circumference, were five opulent VIP boxes, each offering a commanding view of the entire arena, hinting at the esteemed guests who would soon occupy them.
The air was thick with a palpable anticipation, a hushed buzz of excitement as nobles found their seats, their gazes fixed on the crimson barrier.
As they stood at the side, trying to find the right spot to take, Maria suddenly pointed and drew Dorian’s attention towards the last empty VIP section up above.
"My lord, if we get that place for ourselves, it will be easier to act without being surrounded by the others. Also, we can get a clear view of their faces."
Dorian looked at the boxes, understanding that Maria was right.
Towards the middle lane, he could already see a man taking one of the VIP sections for himself.
The man came with a guard, flanking him from behind. Said man sat down, arms folded with a frown on his face.
Though he wore a mask, so the average person would probably not be able to tell what he looked like.
Not Dorian.
Clenching his fist, a grin forced itself on his face. ’Forgriam, you bastard. You were involved after all.’
"Yeah, let’s go." Dorian walked away.
As he walked, Seraphina and Maria followed, their eyes solely fixed on him, rather than the other nobles showing up.
Then, with her arms cupped around her mouth, Seraphina whispered, "Maria, is it just me, or does it seem like Lord Dorian is way angrier than normal?"
"..."
Maria sighed. "Try not to say anything to make him even angrier."
"Eh? I didn’t, though. But you can feel his anger growing by the second, right? I noticed this for a while, but it’s so easy to understand and tell Darling’s feelings. And right now..." Seraphina paused to look at the crowd. "I am certain he so badly wants to kill everyone here."
"..."
"You can feel it too, right?"
"Yeah, but I don’t care." Maria now looked at her. "If Lord Dorian wishes to kill everyone here, then as his knight, it is my duty to abide by that wish. I don’t care who it is or how many there are. My blade serves one man."
Seraphina’s surprised expression faded into a pout as she averted her gaze. "Geez, I know; you don’t have to say it like that. Sigh." She took a deep breath.
"If that is what we are doing, then count me in as well. I am just as obsessed as you are anyway. Don’t start acting all cocky."