Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 132 - 131: The Seventh Demon [2]

The rattan woven strands, as rigid as sticks, converged around Seiya’s neck in a tight trap and brutally lopped off his head—or at least that was what Seiya felt the instant the demon clapped his hands together.

Before the woven rattan strands could crash into Seiya’s neck to converge and strap his neck, Kaeliyus suddenly appeared right behind Seiya, dipped him low and propelled themselves backward—landing on their knees, away from the rattan.

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"My Lord, are you unharmed?" Kaeliyus asked, his eyes wide with fear and shock, cold sweat clinging to his skin. The moment his gaze fell upon Seiya, his face grew even paler.

Seiya who had always been composed and unbothered in whatever situation he found himself in, that Seiya was shaken right now.

Seiya’s eyes were wide in a mix of emotions as he remained crouched on his knees. His face was dark, cold sweat drenching his face. His heart palpitated beyond reasoning, pounding hard against his chest.

"My Lord," Kaeliyus called yet again, voice laced with evident worry.

Seiya’s body locked up where he crouched, body trembling. He took up his trembling hands to inspect—bewildered at the indescribable emotion coursing through him right there at the moment.

He had felt something he’d never felt for so long, in the demon’s presence. It stirred up like a storm within him. The moment the demon brought his hands together in a clap, Seiya foresaw his own doom.

However, was that doom death? Was it a doom that led to his death to have gotten him so shaken? Seiya’s mind reeled for the first time after so many years.

The moment the demon’s malice slithered into him, coiling around him like a suffocating shroud, he found himself paralyzed. His feet felt rooted to the ground, his muscles frozen in place—even his staff slipped from his grasp. Had Kaeliyus not intervened in time, his head would have surely been sent flying.

Then, why did he feel fear? Does severing his head lead to his end?

Though Seiya had never put much thought into it, he had always believed that as long as Ibyu was fine, he would be. And even if it wasn’t like that, Seiya was perplexed. Not by anything else but by the fact that his own doom caused him this much fear.

He had thought he didn’t care even if he died, always acting so nonchalant and worry free in front of death—but what was this?

As Seiya’s mind reeled with Kaeliyus by his side, trying to snap him back, the demon’s voice cut through the heavy tension.

"This is beyond pathetic," he muttered, his voice low yet grating, like a basin dragged across rough stone.

"I came here with high expectations," the demon went on, his voice screeching with disdain. "I had hoped to face a worthy opponent. But this—" he scoffed, eyes narrowing. "This is the most pitiful sight I have witnessed in all my years."

Hearing the demon talk, it gave Seiya a reality slap to the face, bringing him out of his turmoil. Not that he had ever been one to care or be affected by someone’s words and opinions—it just helped calm his nerves, returning him to his usual composed self.

Seiya moved to rise, and Kaeliyus helped him up to his feet.

Seeing this, the demon tilted his head slightly to the side, his hair swaying with the motion. "What is this?" He asked in the same grating voice. "Are you finally ready to put on a show for me?"

Ignoring the demon, Seiya turned to Kaeliyus who had crouched to pick up his staff.

"You should go carry out your part, leave," Seiya said as Kaeliyus extended the staff with a polite bow.

Being one to never defy Seiya’s words or commands, Kaeliyus was set to do as Seiya commanded. However, the weight of the situation felt too heavy to ignore.

He had after all, just seen a side of Seiya he’d never seen. A reaction he never knew could come from his young Lord. Yet, Kaeliyus wasn’t at all disappointed by this nor did his respect toward Seiya diminish.

Instead, he felt concern, worry—even pain—at the sight of his young lord in such a state. But beneath it all, fury burned within him, his blood boiling with rage. More than anything, he longed to annihilate the one responsible.

However, Kaeliyus knew his place—he dared not overstep his bounds. How dare he, a mere servant, covet an opponent meant for his Lord? The thought itself was audacious. Though he longed to ask Seiya to let him handle the demon, he held his tongue, feeling it would be impudent of him to ask that of his Lord.

Although Seiya’s words were law to him, and he lived to always obey his commands, Kaeliyus felt reluctant to obey his command this time—he felt reluctant to leave.

Just as Kaeliyus prepared to voice his concerns, the demon’s voice cut through the air.

"What gave you the idea that I would let either of you leave my presence?" he asked, standing tall and unmoving.

Before Seiya or Kaeliyus could react, the demon’s long, spindly arms extended forward. From behind them, a thick, woven net of rattan surged forth, spider-webbing around them in a circle, trapping Seiya, Kaeliyus, and even the demon himself—like warriors sealed within an arena.

The rattan net was dense, as unyielding as metal. It stretched skyward, curving at the top to prevent anyone from leaping free. Its reach was vast, enclosing them in an inescapable cage.

However, what the demon had no idea of, was Kaeliyus’ ability to teleport. He could easily whisk both himself and Seiya beyond the net’s grasp. But to flee would be an act of cowardice—one Seiya would never forgive.

Why run from a fight in the first place? The short time he had spent with Seiya was enough to know that a fight had always been a do or die for him—never backing down.

Teleporting away from the face of a challenge as this, would forever leave a stain on Seiya’s image and Kaeliyus couldn’t afford this.

The demon, who had remained distant until now, took a few measured steps closer. "Even though I look like this," he began, a hint of amusement in his voice, "I am quite merciful." He slightly opened his arms, careful not to fully extend them, because they were long and spindly. "I would be willing to grant you both the honor of ending your own lives, just to preserve your dignity at the very least."

Seiya, who had remained silent and unmoving for long, tightened his grip around his staff, his head tilting slightly to the side to rest. Wordlessly, he turned to the woven net strapped in place behind him, placed the blunt tip of his staff against it, and commanded softly. "Give way."

In an instant, the woven net erupted outward, the weaves unraveling as it collapsed. Seiya turned to Kaeliyus, and in a cold, steady tone, he commanded. "Go."

Grasping the seriousness in Seiya’s tone, Kaeliyus neither protested nor uttered a single word. He simply bowed in reverence and left through the way Seiya had made—even when he could have just teleported.

A low growl sounded from the demon as he prepared to speak, but Seiya cut in.

Turning to him, Seiya spoke with a coldness that surpassed even his tone with Kaeliyus. "It seems your voice isn’t the only irritating thing about you."

The moment the words left Seiya’s lips, the demon’s hair flared violently, as though a fierce wind had swept through it, revealing his full, enraged face. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and laced with angry veins, his fury conspicuous as if Seiya’s words had struck a raw nerve.

A surge of malicious energy, thick with bloodlust and seething rage, exploded from the demon, engulfing the surroundings in a storm of rage as he vowed to end Seiya’s life.