Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 194 - 193: Is Seiya a Demon?

If he's the killer, does that mean he's indeed a demon? Or were the reports, after all, wrong? Could it have been Kaeliyus then?

Well, it doesn't matter. All evidence is pointing at him right now as the killer.

Instantly, the commander sprang from his chair, extending his hand toward Seiya—three weaves of golden thread slithering aloft in front of his hand. He had activated his ability.

Seeing how alert the commander was toward Seiya; without asking, the assistant activated his own awakened ability, moving around Seiya to guard him from behind.

Left alone at the door, Beni trembled helplessly, his face dipped and glued to the ground—unable to make eye contact with anyone.

"I apologize, but we can't let you roam free anymore," the commander said, referring to Seiya.

"You were the one who killed one of our workers. For having done that, you must be judged," he continued. "As the head of the association, I must see to it that every threat is eliminated—whether that be a child or not. And as you stand, you're a threat that needs to be eliminated."

"Make any move and I can't guarantee you your life," he said, his voice stern with coldness that pierced the room. "Now answer this, are you a demon?"

Slowly, Seiya turned to face the commander, which alerted him to almost use his ability against Seiya.

"I told you not to move," he said harshly.

"I did not kill her though," Seiya blurted out flatly, calm and unbothered. From seeing the boy, Beni, it wasn't hard to guess who they were accusing him of killing.

He knew without doubt they met the lousy girl who couldn't mind her business back in the village.

The commander's serious demeanor fell, his stern face shifting into an unserious expression as he blinked at Seiya's words. He was silent, trying to comprehend whether or not he had indeed heard Seiya correctly.

From behind Seiya where he stood, the assistant scoffed. "And just because you say you aren't the killer, should we blindly trust you?" He asked, a smirk playing on his lips—a bit mocking toward Seiya.

Well, that's true. We can't just believe him just because he says he isn't the killer. But then again, I don't think this boy lies.

No, no. I can't be too sure. Rather than judging with vague points and assumptions like this, I better judge with the solid proof in front of me. After all, only yesterday did he show what he was truly capable of.

I don't know what more he can do, so I better handle things with care.

"Let's say you're telling the truth. If you didn't kill the girl, who did?" The commander asked calmly.

No response came from Seiya for a while, so the commander continued.

"If you aren't the killer, why then is this young boy so scared in your presence?" He asked. "This is a trauma response. One triggered by your mere presence. Seeing this, do you still claim to be innocent?"

Still unbothered, Seiya finally spoke up. "Can I have my breakfast?" He asked quietly, a bit exasperated at the accusation they were dumping on him.

His nonchalant questioning response that deviated from the matter at hand angered the assistant—feeling his commander was being disregarded.

"Are you sick in the head right now?!" He yelled, his face twisted in rage. "You clearly heard him ask you those questions! Give proper answers!"

"Why should I?" Seiya asked, his voice still quiet, not even turning to face the assistant who remained behind him with his awakened ability activated—ready to strike at any moment.

Seiya's response, which was once again a question, fueled the assistant's anger.

"Good, then don't reply, and get your head blown off. A life should be taken in return for a life stolen," he said, attempting to blow off the ball of condensed steam gathering in his hand toward Seiya.

But the commander was quick to cut in, commanding him to stop. "Stop it," he said, his voice stern with finality.

Shifting his attention back to Seiya, the commander said. "If you'd just cooperate and let us handle things, no harm will be brought to you if you're indeed innocent as you claim."

"No, I'll pass," Seiya said and turned to walk away. The instant he stepped forward, the assistant unleashed a condensed burst of steam, hurling it toward Seiya with such force that it tore through the air, trailing ripples of wind behind it.

Shocked, but well aware that Seiya might counter, the commander warned his assistant, yelling. "Be careful, he's fast!"

Before the ball of steam could reach Seiya, or the assistant could prepare from the commander's warnings, Seiya vanished in the blink of an eye, reappearing right in front of the assistant—twisting his hands in a firm grip.

The assistant's eyes were wide open with shell-shock—including the commander even after seeing a little of Seiya's demonstration last night.

"I've always wanted to kill you," Seiya revealed calmly, gradually twisting the assistant's arms, forcing a muffled scream out of him—his face wrinkled in pain.

"But I said I'd do that after getting the ID. However, breaking an arm or two wouldn't be so bad."

In one swift, ruthless motion, Seiya twisted the assistant's arms, eliciting a gut wrenching scream from him. freёweɓnovel.com

"You!" The commander yelled, his face contorted in evident rage, his threads morphing into a psyche, ready to take Seiya on—determined to kill him.

Sensing his killing intent, Seiya immediately slipped up his blindfold with one hand, while the other still held the assistant from collapsing to the floor.

The moment Seiya's eyes were exposed, and the commander's eyes met it only for a brief moment, Seiya once again vanished at a speed faster than the previous—letting the assistant slump to the floor.

Before any of them could process the situation, Seiya appeared behind the commander, slamming his head down on the desk, and pinning him in place by trapping his hands behind him.

Pressed hard against the desk, blood trailed from the side of the commander's face onto the desk—gradually making a pool.

The commander's thread that had shifted into a psych, slashed horizontally at Seiya, aiming to cleave his head off but Seiya was faster—ducking effortlessly.

"It wouldn't be bad to tear off all your limbs as well," Seiya stated coldly, and with sheer strength, he twisted and ripped off one of the commander's arms.