Note: Change of POV... Omniscient view
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In a grand assembly hall, prestigious officials and noble lords filled their seats with an air of unease palpable among them. They exchanged nervous greetings, their expressions betraying tension and uncertainty. They all were gathered here on short notice after all.
At the center stage stood two young men, distinguished by a striking purple scarf draped around their necks.
One of them, a cheerful blonde with a mischievous glint in his eyes, surveyed the room with a smile. "Looks like everyone's here. Hal, would you like to take the stage today?"
His companion, cloaked and serious, rolled his eyes. "You know I'm not the best with words, especially with these pompous nobles."
"I would've asked Damien, but he's knee-deep in the mission to rescue that new recruit. Hopefully, this time they actually manage to fill in the 10th seat for real," the blonde replied.
Hal sighed irritably. "Well, setting aside that sadistic bastard, I just hope Vex doesn't mess up this mission like last time. His thirst for battle has derailed us before."
"Don't worry, I've made arrangements for them to infiltrate the fortress and plan an escape route this time. If all goes well, they'll slip in, rescue the lad, and vanish like ghosts," the blonde assured.
Hal regarded him with a mix of skepticism and trust. "If you say so. Your plans have a way of surprising us."
"Well, my worries are after they rescue the lad, will they manage to cure him? Our lord has high hopes for the kid but I don't think the curse can be broken yet," the blonde admitted with a sigh.
"Well, that's the hard part- we'll be using another substitute, I guess,"
"Even before the curse could kill him, Damien's bizarre surgery itself might kill the poor lad. Sure Damien's a genius and even has a working theory to fix the curse. His bad personality is also why I fear the mission might flop. Ultimately, it's up to the lad to survive Damien's torture, if he can even make it out alive," the blonde conceded.
"If only the leader were here," Hal mused quietly.
"I have no idea where the hell he's disappeared to. I just hope he returns soon and takes this responsibility off my shoulders," the blonde said with a wry smile.
Interrupting their conversation, a noble stood up impatiently. "Excuse me? Everyone's here. Please begin."
The blonde grinned and approached the center stage confidently.
"It seems everyone's here! Thank you all for gathering on such short notice!"
An agitated noble retorted from his seat,
"If you weren't blackmailing us, we wouldn't be here! Just tell us what you want."
The other nobles stared at the blonde man on stage, waiting for their response.
Undeterred, the blonde maintained his smile,
"All will be explained, but first..."
He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, sheets of paper appeared before each seated noble.
"Before you is a blood oath contract. Sign it, and everything discussed here remains confidential. Utter a word to anyone and your heart and brain will pop like a balloon, killing you instantly. So as long as you keep the secret, you're safe," the blonde declared.
Outrage erupted among the nobles.
"A blood oath contract? You never mentioned this!"
"I'm not signing!"
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St Chaos Healer
FantasyOnce a powerful Demon Overlord, betrayed and murdered by his own subordinates, vows revenge with his dying breath. Reincarnated as Benjamin Almond, a human baby, he must adapt to his new mortal life without demonic powers. With his past memories int...
