Chapter 152 True Fear [3]

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"Who are you?" Xavier warily called out to the unfamiliar person, who just stood there eerily like an unmoving statue. His inky black eyes seemed to bend and devour light from the world and his messy black hair and outfit almost seemed to fuse with the surrounding darkness. The youth wasn't donning the same familiar uniform of Aegis that all cadets, regardless of year did. In fact, his outfit seemed strange and ominous on its own. To Xavier and Alex who's perception and senses were sharp, it almost seemed... Alive. But at that moment, Chelsea's eyes flickered with the sight and image of the mysterious stranger reflected in them. She felt an odd and indescribable sense of familiarity with him the moment the two locked gazes with each other. Those deep black eyes... A subtle resemblance laid inside of them and their aloof gaze. "Uh?" Chelsea blinked her eyes unintentionally. "...N...Nico..?" Unconsciously she lowered her raised spear. "Nico, is that you?" Enjoy new chapters from My Virtual Library Empire Xavier's head darted to the side and sharply turned to Chelsea. "Nico? Are you saying that's Nicodemus?" Alexander, too, slowly he was beginning to see it. "Yes. That's... I'm sure of it." There was a vasty change between the strange young man's appearance and Nicodemus's from Chelsea's memory, but the longer she stared, the more she could see, and the more certain she became. It was hard to notice now. Nicodemus usually had his face and eyes hidden underneath his shaggy black hair and bangs. He had a timid personality and that often usually affected his posture when he stood or moved. The strange youth standing before them instead had slick black hair parted and swept backwards, his messy side bangs framing the outline of his face. His black eyes were deep and pathetic, and he stood straight with a dark poise and moved with a graceful and confident gait. "It's him." Trise's eyes also flashed as she immediately recalled. Unlike the others there, and Chelsea, she had been among the last people to see Nicodemus's real face at the desert. There was only a stark difference and change to his posture and the aura he gave off compared to before. But his gaze... These dark, empty, and seemingly lifeless eyes. She remembered them clearly. ...and so did Chelsea. Chelsea's body trembled. The image of those dry, dark eyes coldy staring into hers without empathy while Nicodemus strangled her with his fingers wrapped tightly round her neck flashed through her mind. "Then..." The red eyes glinted one last time. "Let's rectify it." At that moment, Alexander could no longer stay still. His body tensed and his s instincts screamed for him to move forward. Alexander's cold blue eyes glazed over and sharpened as bloodlust surged like a tide outside of his body. "Step back." His voice was dark and heavy as he took a setp forward. Alex's grip on his sword tightened as his blade trembled. "Nico..." He took another step forward. "..." "Answer me, is everything alright?" And another. His voice was heavy and dreary with each word he uttered. Dark emotions surged inside of him. "That's a Demon, isn't it?" Alex was almost certain. It looked strange now, different from his memories, but Alex was sure. That dark, vile, and sinister aura belonged to that of the Demon race. Albeit, the demon seemingly possessing Nicodemus seemed to be in a peculiar state. Nicodemus gazed soundlessly at Alex with an empty gaze. Eventually he said with a flat voice. "Alright? Yes. Yes, indeed, everything is fine. Much, much better than they used to be. No, it will be." "What are you..." Alex couldn't fully understand Nicodemus's words nor the implications in them. He uncertainly stared at Nicodemus with trembling eyes from a few steps away. "Demon? Alex, is what your saying true?" Meanwhile, the other three behind began to slowly panic. Demon. Demon... They had heard the accursed name so much throughout their lives, but had ever yet to meet one? Before Alex could respond, Nicodemus's voice cut through instead. -Flutter. The mysterious book spread open in his raised left palm began to flutter it's pages on its own. "Tell me, Alexander," Nicodemus coldly gazed deeply into Alex's icy eyes. Pitch darkness met feverish blue in a clash of nerves. "Have you ever felt fear?"

Chapter 152 True Fear [3]

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