Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking-Chapter 559: Reunited, Interrupted

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Gilderoy took a deep breath. He set aside his heartache for now. Instead, he inspected Allura's current state.

"You aren't hurt, are you? Did they mistreat you here?"

Allura bit her lips. Her eyes exuded complicated emotions as she saw the sincerity and gentleness in Gildroy's face. Bitterness filled her heart as she said,

"As a future matriarch of the Moonflower Clan, would they dare mistreat me? I can have them executed the moment I establish the house, so no, they wouldn't dare hurt me."

There are a lot of implications in her words and tone. Things that Gilderoy understood but also felt helpless against. But despite what he felt, the stubbornness rooting from his Stormrider blood reared its ugly head. He gritted his teeth and said,

"Leave with me. Everything will be fine; trust me."

Allura was stunned at first. Then she laughed bitterly in disbelief. She was upset at how stubborn and stupid this guy was. Although she has no idea how he managed to infiltrate this supposed 'fortress,' it doesn't mean that their troubles will end just because he managed to reach her.

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In fact, him being here just makes things worse...

"Just go, Gil." Allura smiled sadly. She seems to lose any hint of temper, anger, and will, like she's completely succumbed to her fate.

"Leave me here. My fate was sealed from the moment I was born with this blood."

"Go back to where you came from." Allura inhaled sharply as if she's steeling her resolve. "Forget about me. Or at the very least, live your life to the fullest and enjoy your freedom in my behalf. Go, leave, and don't turn back."

"Hurry before they see you." Allura felt weak; she collapsed on the ground and refused to look at Gilderoy any longer, the brilliance in her eyes fading as she did so.

"No." Gilderoy growled.

He marched bravely towards her and took her in his arms. He hated how weak she had gotten. He hated how she's being forced against her will. He hated how unfair this entire situation was for her.

And he hated how the entire Mystic Fae Race bullies her just because they could.

Gilderoy's emotions caused his aura to flare wildly. So much so that it triggered the alarm system of this place. Though he had noticed this, it was too late to do anything about it.

His mind flashed with many thoughts, but he's sure about one thing. He does not regret loving the woman in his arms.

"Well, well...look at this. It seems that a rat managed to climb out of whatever sewer he came from to meet the imprisoned princess."

A mocking and condescending voice sounded at the entrance of the room. Gilderoy's eyes turned cold. He didn't even need to look behind him to know who spoke just now.

"Great. A disgusting pig dressed as a noble fae is here." Gil's sarcastic remarks caused the newcomer's face to warp in anger.

Turning his head slowly, he looked at the guy with a face filled with nothing but contempt and disdain.

"Long time no see, Woodpecker. Still bitter about last time?" Gilderoy greeted fearlessly.

"It's Woodlender, you fucking rat!" The chunky noble fae growled.

"Eh, same thing." Gilderoy rolled his eyes at him. "And do you mind? I'm having a romantic reunion with my lovely lady here. Your presence is ruining the atmosphere. How about you take your fat ass out of here and pretend you never saw anything? If you do, I might even help you learn your Bloodline Magic, which you've been trying to learn for decades now and still couldn't figure out how to do so."

Woodlender's face warped ominously as Gilderoy ruthlessly poked at his sore spot. Although he calls Gilderoy many insulting names, not even once did he manage to win against him in both trash-talking and fighting.

In his eyes, Gilderoy's existence was a stain on his reputation. One that's worse than a scar. Especially after Gilderoy managed to deduce and use his clan's Bloodline Magic during their first fight and used it to defeat him fair and square. Since then, Woodlender couldn't even show his face to the public, and his clan's reputation took a massive hit because he decided that it was a good idea to broadcast the fight online, only for it to backfire.

"Hmph! A toad lusting after the swan. I can't believe that somebody could be so stupid. Are you still not convinced of the gap between your statuses? She's a future matriarch while you are destined to be a nobody! Wake up, fool!"

"You're talking about yourself, right?" Gilderoy sneered at him. "Because let's face it, between the two of us, you resemble a toad better than I. And it's true, there is a huge gap between your and her status. She's a princess, as it should be, and you're a nobody. My, I didn't know you had this kind of self-awareness. It would've been better if you used it before ruining your clan's reputation with your stupidity."

Allura bit her lips to fight the smile on her face. Woodlender's current expression certainly doesn't make it any easier.

As expected of Gilderoy, he's never been afraid when it comes to trash-talking. He's been undefeated in this regard ever since knowing him; it makes her wonder where he got it from.

Yet at the same time, she knew that Gilderoy was making things worse. He might win the war of words, but not the war of brute strength. Especially since she knows that Woodlender wasn't alone.

"You foul mutt! How did you manage to infiltrate this place!?" Another voice roared behind Woodlender.

"Great, the freaking cavalry is here." Gilderoy sneered, subtly putting Allura behind him. "I verbally abused the noble-skinned pig; it cries and calls for its parent, the wild boar."

"Why you disrespectful little shit!!"

Mana thrummed out of nowhere. Then a magical circle appeared on the hands of the older Woodlender, forming an intricate spell that caused wooden briars to appear. But before anything could happen, a finger snap echoed across the room.

Puff!

The sound caused the spell to be interrupted somehow, causing a backlash to the older Woodlender.

"Clan Head!" The young Woodlender blanched as he saw the Clan Head coughing out blood. His pupils constricted as he gazed back at Gilderoy as if he were looking at a monster.

"You—! Cough! Cough!" The Woodlender Clan Head stared at Gilderoy, aghast.

"Your so-called 'Bloodline Magic' is pathetic. I really don't understand where you got the confidence to strut around like you own the world with such pathetic qualifications." Gilderoy coldly sneered.

He looked especially intimidating with his golden eyes glowing with power. What he did was counted as self-defense. After all, it's the Woodlender Clan Head who attacked first. That said, the damage he dealt to their confidence was all intentional. Someone has to put these arrogant people in their places, after all.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Hearing that applause, Gilderoy's eyes narrowed dangerously. In truth, he had already sensed the presence of several others before. They watched the show just now, thinking that they wouldn't need to step in because the Woodlender Clan Head had the situation under control. But to their surprise, this unknown male creature retaliated fiercely, forcing them to step in before everything goes out of control.

"You have made your point, child." An aged voice came out of the shadows. His appearance came with an overwhelming presence that pressed down on Gilderoy, making his face ugly.

There's no mistaking this aura. It's an Archfae.

The Archfae was an old geezer with deer antlers growing on his forehead. His back was hunched and his eyes were murky. He held a walking stick with one arm folded behind him as he approached. Yet despite his weak and feeble appearance, his mana certainly tells a different story.

"But you have been nothing but disrespectful upon entering our land. This isn't a place for someone like you. This young lady's matters have nothing to do with you."

"You are skilled, I'll give you that. But that little bit of skill isn't enough to shake the foundations of the Mystic Fae that has been established for eons."

Gilderoy gnashed his teeth. The pressure pressing down on him made his bones creak dangerously. It was forcing him to kneel and give up, but the burning desire within him and his stubborn Stormider blood forcibly resisted what the other party wanted.

Seeing this, the Archfae sighed. Inwardly, he was disappointed. Some people just refused to back down even though the result was inevitable.

"It seems that you won't cry unless you see a coffin." The Archfae approached closer. He then looked at Allura indifferently and said, "In this world, everything you do can and will have consequences for people around you. Young lady, this is the price of resistance."

The Archfae stepped closer to them and stretched his hand out with mana thrumming under his skin. At this point, everybody who's watching knew that this old man was determined to kill Gilderoy right then and there.

However...the old man suddenly stiffened, his power dying out against his control. He then felt an arm snaking on his neck and a terrifying presence appearing right next to him.

"Hey there, Old Man." A light and easygoing voice greeted him along with a pair of piercing golden eyes. "Care to tell me what you're planning to do with your hand just now?"