Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

0094 The Grand-Disciple of a Legendary Sannin!

Meg's eyes had become so wide that they seemed to pop out in the next moment.

Under her cloak, her breasts heaved up and down like air was struggling to stay in her lungs.

Kai smiled seeing those expressions.

Before Morning Mist could utter a single word, Petyr added more, a hint of a smile playing on the corners of his lips. "Yes. I am a servant," he said, nodding. "You must know me from what you... Contestants call Random Worlds. Almost none of you know my young appearance, so it's natural none recognizes me.

"I am Petyr Baelish, also known as Littlefinger. Does it ring any bell?"

The shock on Meg's face had turned to appalling horror.

No longer she was standing straight with her chin pointed up. The moon shone above them, showing the crumpling of her face. Oh, no. This wasn't an expression. Her face really crumpled, many paper-like folds appearing on it. Then her entire body turned white, becoming nothing but a complex, giant origami.

Kai again smiled.

He had already known about this little trick of hers.

Selene's enhanced Earth Vibration Sense had already scanned a region of a 200-meter radius. She had picked up two more presences hiding behind the trees. Even if she hadn't sensed those presences, Kai would have known that the Meg in front of him wasn't real. With his Advance Emotions Manipulation, he could sense all emotions around him, especially when there was only one target.

This paper-Meg had expressed herself masterfully, but it had also lacked emotions to back them up.

Insects crawled, birds flew, and the leaves rustled as two more paper Megs walked out of the darkness. They too were wearing black cloaks with a chin-high collar, patterned with small red clouds.

"Impossible!" one Meg said. "What nonsense! Humph! I have to say, you got me to lose my bearings, but that's what it was. A mere shock. No Main Storyline Character can come out of the Random Worlds. There are no exceptions. I don't care how you got to know about my name and my purpose, but it was a grievous mistake for you to just call me out here, Red."

Petyr guffawed as the sneer on Kai's lips became too obvious.

"Let's move on," Petyr said, looking at the two Megs. "Now that we have introduced ourselves, I must put forward the proposal. Margrethe II of House Ingrid, serve Red. Become his slave, servant, or whatever you want to name yourself. Serve him as I do...

"... and you will live."

...

A silence slithered over the hills, brushing against the dark leaves.

Then, out of nowhere, an eerie laugh echoed, sending a shiver running down all spines.

"Hehe... Hahaha!"

The two Megs chuckled, sneered, snorted, and pointed at Kai with disdain.

"Slave? Servant?" one Meg said, stepping out. "I have thought too highly of you, I am afraid, Red. I thought you were a shrewd person. Your aptitude and deduction skills are beyond your age, I agree. You may be the Butcher of the 2nd floor. I couldn't have cared less. You have Dementor's Blessing, and you caught me off-guard last time. I commend you for that.

"But you dare to presume that you can take me on and threaten to kill me? Have you lost your mind? Do you even know who I am and what I am capable of?"

Petyr replied to this admonition with a low chuckle of his own. "What ARE you capable of, pray tell?"