Chapter 227: Time to take action

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After checking on Sylvia, Strax began to descend the stairs of his mansion, still a bit anxious about what was happening. After all, his training time had been completely disregarded with the emergence of this problem. He was just curious about why something like this was heading toward the Duchy. If his father had asked him to prepare in six months, it meant one thing. *"He already knew something like this was going to happen, but only later. In other words, something occurred. Knowing that old man... he wouldn't risk this place. It was an unforeseen event..."* he murmured as he descended the stairs, hearing laughter and soft conversations. "Finally made it down, huh? Aren't you going to greet your lovely wives?!" Beatrice teased, shaking a bag full of colorful vials. "Shopping is tough, you know? You should have come to carry the bags!" Samira, with a smile she couldn't hide, looked at Strax and raised one of the bags. "What's wrong, Strax? When you make that face... it means trouble ahead," she commented, placing the bags on the floor. "Some things happened while you were away," he replied, trying not to alarm the concerns that were piling up. "We actually have a big problem, who am I kidding..." he said. Cristine, who had been rummaging through the bags, paused and looked at him, her eyes showing worry. "What happened?" The silver-haired woman asked, looking at him, awaiting clearer answers. Well, she was an assassin; she needed information about problems. Strax took a deep breath, deciding that a superficial summary would suffice for now. It wasn't the time to delve into the darker issues. "We have a guest on the upper floor; she was poisoned by a horde of magical spiders. I'm trying to find a solution, but... it's not easy. It seems like the six months we had went to hell. So, start getting ready to fight," he said as he sat down on the stair step. Samira grimaced, her expression shifting from lightheartedness to one of... "s-spiders?" she stammered. Strax raised an eyebrow; he had already mentioned having to deal with spiders, so he didn't immediately understand her reaction, but... "Samira, do you happen to have a fear of—" "T-Those spiders are causing more trouble than we can imagine. We need to find out more about the poison. Are you sure everything is okay?" She cut him off before he could finish the question. *'Don't tell me she's afraid of spiders...'* Strax thought but didn't say it out loud, considering the reaction of the woman with orange hair. *'Better not provoke her right now...'* he concluded before responding to her question. "Well, it's not, but... I'll talk to Diana about this. I need to make sure about what's happening or not." Strax affirmed, trying to maintain his composure and not laugh at Samira's expression. "If anyone has information, it's her. Especially now that an entire group has died because of these spiders," he added. Beatrice approached after putting the bags on the ground, placing her hand on Strax's arm, which was still resting on the stair. "You're not alone in this; don't try to do everything by yourself. We'll help with whatever we can. What do you need us to do?" Beatrice asked with a gentle smile, as she had been making an extra effort to be helpful to him lately, even though she didn't have to. "What the hell is going on?" With a surge of adrenaline, Strax dashed toward the noise, which grew louder with every second, amplified by the sounds of swords clashing and shouts of rage. When he finally burst through the door, a shocking scene unfolded before his eyes. Diana was being attacked by Vêronica, his older sister, who seemed hell-bent on delivering a fatal blow. Vêronica's gaze was filled with a ferocity Strax had never seen before. The blade of Vêronica's sword glinted in the light, and Diana was backed against the table, her own two blades lying on the floor. The office was a wreck, with cuts and gashes marking the walls, table, and floor. Diana locked eyes with Strax before she smiled and... Without a second thought, Strax tapped into all his speed and appeared directly between his sister and the deadly blade, his bare hands ready to halt the attack. The impact was instant. Vêronica's sword halted abruptly upon hitting Strax's flesh, slicing his hand, but he felt no pain—he only gripped her blade with his bare hands. "What the hell are you doing?" Strax demanded, his eyes fixed on Vêronica, as the pressure of the blade forced his hand to close around it. "I hope you can explain this well. Because this doesn't look like a training session, sister." He said, pushing against the blade. *She's much stronger than I am... what happened to her in the meantime?* he questioned himself as he saw Vêronica's expression shift from blind fury to a mix of surprise and disbelief. She stepped back a few paces, still holding the sword, realizing that her intended attack had been thwarted. "What are you doing here?" she questioned, her voice trembling slightly. "What are you doing? Why are you stopping me?! Don't you understand? She's a traitor! She sold our sister!" "Traitor?" Strax echoed, confusion and anger sharpening in his gaze. He shot a meaningful look at Diana, who was still in shock but was slowly rising, trying to comprehend the situation. "You're attacking the second-in-command! What the hell happened? You're not this irrational, Veronica." He said. Vêronica yanked the sword away with a swift motion, causing Strax to feel pain shoot through his hand. He glanced at the wound but didn't have time to care. He needed to understand what was happening. "Get out of the way; I can't let her do this!" Vêronica insisted, her fury returning. "You don't understand, Strax! She's offering our sister as a sacrifice to keep this damn family socially stable!" She continued accusingly. "Are you talking about Xenovia?" Strax asked, and Vêronica's expression immediately hardened. "You already knew?..." she murmured, "You of all people... Are you telling me you let the sister you love be sold to some damn prince?" she continued. *She... really cares about Xenovia? I thought I was the only one who valued her without fear...* "I already knew; our father told me personally. That's why I'm going to kill that damn prince. Not our 'stepmother'; she has nothing to do with this. If you want to blame someone, blame our father." "W-what?" Veronica stammered. Diana, who had remained silent until then, finally spoke up. "If you weren't so damn reckless and actually listened to me, maybe you'd understand what happened, but you didn't even give me a chance to explain." Diana said, looking at Veronica. "We're already plotting a plan to get her out of there and take out some important people." Diana said, causing Veronica's face to contort in disbelief. "Stop being a child, and learn to listen first and act later."

Chapter 227: Time to take action

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