Chapter 301
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Kyon stared at the sun-shaped coat of arms carved in the medallion, overwhelmed with emotions: {The Torres family crest? They are the most powerful non-royal! Why is their coat of arms on my medallion?}
The Torres held the 1st rank in the capital of the Saturn empire(1). They were like the Stones compared to the Grands, only this imperial family was the most powerful in the human race. Their influence in the world was equivalent to the high-ranking sects. A single non-royal family in Saturn was comparable to the whole Rosarrio empire, that's how grand they were.
{Am I Kyon Torres?} – He couldn't believe his eyes.
Apparently, the soul of his body's former owner was also eager to learn the truth about his origin, sending hot waves of impatient curiosity to Lovr. Kyon was pinning his hopes on him to find his real parents.
{Alright, alright! Calm down! I'll honor your request in the future.} – Lovr waved him off and wondered how they could give away a member of a great family. Why did they send him to some nameless beggars in a low-ranking empire? Why didn't they leave him with a royal family where he would have been raised without hardship? Why didn't they provide his poor parents with all the necessary resources? All this seemed too weird, given the local traditions. Moreover, the nobility rarely gave up a child ...
Lovr sighed grimly, creating a vacuum barrier around himself that served as an umbrella. He wrote and sent a letter to the head deputy ordering him to free Amos. Then he headed to Boston.
There was no time to grieve about the parents he never knew. He had to focus on himself. His plans for the demons had been successful. They had left for their homeland, he had become a prince and the future imperial investigator. It couldn't have been better.
It was late at night when Kyon returned to the palace. He immediately went to the treasury, located in the deep basement behind numerous living and non-living guarding barriers. it was the only place with no secret passages.
The guards recognized the new prince, the future king of the Iron, and let him inside. If he were Prince Charles, the bastard, he would not have been granted access to the treasury.
The treasury was composed of two sections. The first section contained disposables, money, keys, formations of different types, resources, medicine... The second section was the sacred place for the Grand family where they kept their legacy: medicine descriptions, formations, and techniques...
Kyon's forehead creased with veins popping as he examined the first section of the treasury: «Bitch… She took it all!» – He sighed in frustration looking around the half-empty shelves. He was hoping that the queen was leaving Boston in a hurry and didn't have time to take anything with her, but it turned out that she had always kept the treasures with her. What else could he expect from a demon who had been successfully exploiting the entire kingdom for three years?
It wasn't surprising that he hadn't received his awards for capturing Sauron, Lanai, and the Black Queen, which were 5, 50, and 100 million spheres respectively. In fact, Kyon wasn't counting on this money. The demons couldn't care less who was terrorizing the Iron Throne beside them. The budget wouldn't steal itself.
Kyon tried to be optimistic. He managed to find a bunch of attacking and defensive formations, spatial rings, concealing bracelets, and medicine that Vlada had neglected. According to rough estimates, the treasure he had found was worth over twenty million spheres! Quite a jackpot.
Kyon took everything that might be of the slightest value, filling up more than 10 spatial rings, and went downstairs, to the 2nd section of the treasury. As expected, Vlada wasn't interested in the Grands' legacy. In the demon empire, all these descriptions and techniques were considered rubbish. Only a complete idiot would dig into them. She would never make money on the copies, and taking the originals could have serious implications. For Kyon, the value of the legacy lay in its endless possibilities. He could use it to produce something really useful, powerful and impressive of at least the legendary "S" rank. Once, he found base ingredients in the ancient tomb under Juno's mansion, thanks to which he now had the powerful body of the void.
For inquisitive Lovr, the night passed in the blink of an eye. He studied every nephrite without taking it in. Anyone else would have died from information overload. There was more than enough: numerous medicine instructions, combat techniques, protective formations, including the highest grades of all elements.
There was a "password" on each nephrite, without which the access to the legacy would have been denied. It protected the treasury against thieves. However, it wasn't difficult for Kyon to find out the "password" from the chief butler. He was the first prince, after all, not just anyone.
Kyon outlined an action plan for the next two months: to find out all the secrets of his upgraded spatial attribute; to complete the upgrade of his head (in the unique body); to master all the highest grades (apart from the earth element that he already knew); to create a concealment technique, ideally similar to Valeera's. A treatment technique would come in handy. Also, he needed a technique that could deceive the opponent, creating an illusion or a mirage.
Kyon was really motivated to become stronger by his desire to take back his dear Dinah from the goddess-bitch, make Valeera his woman, even if she didn't want to, and deal with consequences after his wedding with Kara, who hated her own husband.
When he made up his mind, Kyon left the palace and went to Cernos. If Vlada ever returned to take the "son of the goddess" to the demon empire, she would fail. Kyon was going to forget about Dick's personality for at least a few days. Although the queen was unlikely to risk her life staying in the kingdom, where the imperial authorities would be looking for her, it wouldn't be superfluous to take measures for his safety.
On the way to Cernos, Kyon heard his sound transmitter ringing: «How are you doing, Vladimir?»
«I'm great! Ha ha ha!» – The head of the investigation department hooted with laughter. – «You have found irrefutable evidence! I've been after them for years and you did it in three fucking weeks! Geez! Who are you, Kyon Stone?»
«Come on, boss. You're flattering me.» – Kyon chuckled quietly.
«Flattering? If you call my praise flattery, then I badmouth everyone all day long! Never mind. We are going to get the bitches, and it's the only thing that matters! How did you do it? How did you set up your wedding? Why did you turn into a fat freak? And did you finally fuck that bitch? Damn! You must come to my office at once! There's so much we need to talk about!»
Kyon was about to refuse when he remembered how hard it was to fill the light side of the nucleus and agreed. He turned around halfway to school and headed for the department.
His conversation with meticulous Vladimir dragged on the whole morning. The stingy boss filled the core by only five percent, which was rather disappointing. Bright emotions were tricky to earn. Until the demons were captured, Vladimir wasn't going to get emotionally generous. Therefore, Kyon shouldn't expect a tiny bit of bright emotions from his boss when he learned about Vlada's and Kara's escape, or better yet stay away from him. It was fortunate that Vladimir didn't realize that the missing ring could alert the demons and even provoke their escape if there wasn't another one. Kyon could already see his boss slapping his forehead in frustration.
Foreseeing Vladimir's imminent anger, Kyon asked for the recommendation letter at once, without further delay. It should be written to Dick Baker. Kyon had no intention of wearing the black demon mask in the Imperial Department. The zeroth general would sooner or later find out that Kyon Stone was, in fact, Dick Backer. He was destined to start cooperating. The only question was when.
When he received the long-awaited letter of recommendation that opened the doors to the whole new world, Kyon carefully put it in the ring and set off for Cernos. He entered the school territory under the guise of Dick Backer so that only the guards knew about his arrival. Then he put on a spacious hooded cloak to remain incognito and changed his appearance in the nearest restroom, turning into an ordinary-looking student in the mediocre black uniform.
First of all, Kyon called Franz, but he didn't answer. The cheeky boy must have left the wire at home. Kyon wondered who would ever keep such a disobedient servant.
Then he happened to overhear a conversation between two girls who were sitting on the bench in the park.
«Gods, she beat the shit out of him! I heard he is black and blue all over!» – The pretty schoolgirl in the white uniform exclaimed pitifully.
«I heard he threw himself at her! I'd say he got off easy... At least she didn't kill him!» – Her friend shook her head sadly.
«Pfft! It's pure nonsense! If only he had thrown himself at me, I'd have returned his feelings! What's wrong with her? I would understand if it was Dick Baker, the ugly freak. She could have killed him on the spot! But Franz is so handsome! How could she?»
«Anastasia has fallen in love!» – Her friend knew it at once.
«So what? Let's visit him in the hospital!» – Anastasia offered, red in the face.
«Do not even think about it! The nurses kick everyone out! There are crowds of visitors to him. Every slut at school considers it her duty to visit him! What's the point anyway? He is half dead and can't even say a word!»
Kyon went to the medical center. He was heading there anyway. When he was on the top floor, he bribed the nurse and entered ward number one.
Franz was lying in bed like a lifeless carcass, bandaged like a mummy. His pale face was covered with bruises. His eye was black and swollen.
Mentally groaning at the sight of Franz, Kyon approached his bed and asked him in a quiet, comforting voice: «What happened?»
Franz opened his eyes and stared blankly at the visitor.
«It's me, Kyon. Why did she do it to you?»
The maimed patient turned away apathetically, his breathing uneven. He looked like a spirit-broken man, anguished after a serious moral injury.
«I can't help you if you don't tell me anything.»
Franz slightly shook his head and wheezed: «You can't help me. It's too late.»
«Too late for what? To get up from bed? To get over it? Are you going to be like this when Marina comes to visit you? Do you want to disappoint her?» – Kyon bombarded him with his questions.
«She won't come… She hates me.» – Franz whispered.
«That's what you think. You are my servant, but you bring more problems than benefits. I promised to tackle your problems with the Grands as soon as I become a prince. The time has come! Come on, chin up. It's time to win Marina's heart. You can do it!» – Kyon assured him cheerfully.
«The principal has raped me.» – Franz said hoarsely. – «Then Julia beat the shit out of me in front of everyone. Marina will never love a total loser like me. Leave me alone. I want to die.» – His voice was saturated with despair and heartache.
Kyon sighed and threw his head back. While he was enjoying the happiest day of his life, Franz had just the opposite experience. While Kyon was fucking beautiful Kara, principal Nulan porked poor Franz. Their situations were so different, yet so similar.
Lovr put his finger on Franz's forehead and released some Synergy.
The former formacist felt blissful lightness enveloping his body. Gentle chill took away the pain. Franz soared above the abyss of hopelessness he seemed to have been falling into. For a moment, he started to believe that life was not so bad after all.
«Franz, your fate is terrible, but that's no reason to take your own life. You are a wise man, you must understand that life is like a zebra. There are white and black stripes. Do you remember the first time you lost Marina? You nearly died of depression back then. But soon, everything changed, and you even remained good friends. Recently, you were dying of illness, being a decrepit feeble old man who had lost the last chance to restore his seed, and now you are fresh and frisky, full of enthusiasm and hopes for your dreams to come true! I wonder who got you out of this mess time after time. Exactly, it was me! But I didn't sign up to be your fucking guardian angel! My patience is running out. I give you one last chance. Do you want to take revenge on Julia and Nulan? Do you want to win Marina's heart and make her a child? Make a decision or keep lying on this bed feeling sorry for yourself until you die!» – Kyon insisted.
Franz's eyes sparkled. His heart fluttered with delighted hope. Why was this bastard so inspiring? To hell with it! How could he refuse if the goddess's son himself wanted to help him?
When Franz looked at Kyon, his gaze was steady and firm: «Please… Help me!»
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Kyon stared at the sun-shaped coat of arms carved in the medallion, overwhelmed with emotions: {The Torres family crest? They are the most powerful non-royal! Why is their coat of arms on my medallion?}
The Torres held the 1st rank in the capital of the Saturn empire(1). They were like the Stones compared to the Grands, only this imperial family was the most powerful in the human race. Their influence in the world was equivalent to the high-ranking sects. A single non-royal family in Saturn was comparable to the whole Rosarrio empire, that's how grand they were.
{Am I Kyon Torres?} – He couldn't believe his eyes.
Apparently, the soul of his body's former owner was also eager to learn the truth about his origin, sending hot waves of impatient curiosity to Lovr. Kyon was pinning his hopes on him to find his real parents.
{Alright, alright! Calm down! I'll honor your request in the future.} – Lovr waved him off and wondered how they could give away a member of a great family. Why did they send him to some nameless beggars in a low-ranking empire? Why didn't they leave him with a royal family where he would have been raised without hardship? Why didn't they provide his poor parents with all the necessary resources? All this seemed too weird, given the local traditions. Moreover, the nobility rarely gave up a child ...
Lovr sighed grimly, creating a vacuum barrier around himself that served as an umbrella. He wrote and sent a letter to the head deputy ordering him to free Amos. Then he headed to Boston.
There was no time to grieve about the parents he never knew. He had to focus on himself. His plans for the demons had been successful. They had left for their homeland, he had become a prince and the future imperial investigator. It couldn't have been better.
It was late at night when Kyon returned to the palace. He immediately went to the treasury, located in the deep basement behind numerous living and non-living guarding barriers. it was the only place with no secret passages.
The guards recognized the new prince, the future king of the Iron, and let him inside. If he were Prince Charles, the bastard, he would not have been granted access to the treasury.
The treasury was composed of two sections. The first section contained disposables, money, keys, formations of different types, resources, medicine... The second section was the sacred place for the Grand family where they kept their legacy: medicine descriptions, formations, and techniques...
Kyon's forehead creased with veins popping as he examined the first section of the treasury: «Bitch… She took it all!» – He sighed in frustration looking around the half-empty shelves. He was hoping that the queen was leaving Boston in a hurry and didn't have time to take anything with her, but it turned out that she had always kept the treasures with her. What else could he expect from a demon who had been successfully exploiting the entire kingdom for three years?
It wasn't surprising that he hadn't received his awards for capturing Sauron, Lanai, and the Black Queen, which were 5, 50, and 100 million spheres respectively. In fact, Kyon wasn't counting on this money. The demons couldn't care less who was terrorizing the Iron Throne beside them. The budget wouldn't steal itself.
Kyon tried to be optimistic. He managed to find a bunch of attacking and defensive formations, spatial rings, concealing bracelets, and medicine that Vlada had neglected. According to rough estimates, the treasure he had found was worth over twenty million spheres! Quite a jackpot.
Kyon took everything that might be of the slightest value, filling up more than 10 spatial rings, and went downstairs, to the 2nd section of the treasury. As expected, Vlada wasn't interested in the Grands' legacy. In the demon empire, all these descriptions and techniques were considered rubbish. Only a complete idiot would dig into them. She would never make money on the copies, and taking the originals could have serious implications. For Kyon, the value of the legacy lay in its endless possibilities. He could use it to produce something really useful, powerful and impressive of at least the legendary "S" rank. Once, he found base ingredients in the ancient tomb under Juno's mansion, thanks to which he now had the powerful body of the void.
For inquisitive Lovr, the night passed in the blink of an eye. He studied every nephrite without taking it in. Anyone else would have died from information overload. There was more than enough: numerous medicine instructions, combat techniques, protective formations, including the highest grades of all elements.
There was a "password" on each nephrite, without which the access to the legacy would have been denied. It protected the treasury against thieves. However, it wasn't difficult for Kyon to find out the "password" from the chief butler. He was the first prince, after all, not just anyone.
Kyon outlined an action plan for the next two months: to find out all the secrets of his upgraded spatial attribute; to complete the upgrade of his head (in the unique body); to master all the highest grades (apart from the earth element that he already knew); to create a concealment technique, ideally similar to Valeera's. A treatment technique would come in handy. Also, he needed a technique that could deceive the opponent, creating an illusion or a mirage.
Kyon was really motivated to become stronger by his desire to take back his dear Dinah from the goddess-bitch, make Valeera his woman, even if she didn't want to, and deal with consequences after his wedding with Kara, who hated her own husband.
When he made up his mind, Kyon left the palace and went to Cernos. If Vlada ever returned to take the "son of the goddess" to the demon empire, she would fail. Kyon was going to forget about Dick's personality for at least a few days. Although the queen was unlikely to risk her life staying in the kingdom, where the imperial authorities would be looking for her, it wouldn't be superfluous to take measures for his safety.
On the way to Cernos, Kyon heard his sound transmitter ringing: «How are you doing, Vladimir?»
«I'm great! Ha ha ha!» – The head of the investigation department hooted with laughter. – «You have found irrefutable evidence! I've been after them for years and you did it in three fucking weeks! Geez! Who are you, Kyon Stone?»
«Come on, boss. You're flattering me.» – Kyon chuckled quietly.
«Flattering? If you call my praise flattery, then I badmouth everyone all day long! Never mind. We are going to get the bitches, and it's the only thing that matters! How did you do it? How did you set up your wedding? Why did you turn into a fat freak? And did you finally fuck that bitch? Damn! You must come to my office at once! There's so much we need to talk about!»
Kyon was about to refuse when he remembered how hard it was to fill the light side of the nucleus and agreed. He turned around halfway to school and headed for the department.
His conversation with meticulous Vladimir dragged on the whole morning. The stingy boss filled the core by only five percent, which was rather disappointing. Bright emotions were tricky to earn. Until the demons were captured, Vladimir wasn't going to get emotionally generous. Therefore, Kyon shouldn't expect a tiny bit of bright emotions from his boss when he learned about Vlada's and Kara's escape, or better yet stay away from him. It was fortunate that Vladimir didn't realize that the missing ring could alert the demons and even provoke their escape if there wasn't another one. Kyon could already see his boss slapping his forehead in frustration.
Foreseeing Vladimir's imminent anger, Kyon asked for the recommendation letter at once, without further delay. It should be written to Dick Baker. Kyon had no intention of wearing the black demon mask in the Imperial Department. The zeroth general would sooner or later find out that Kyon Stone was, in fact, Dick Backer. He was destined to start cooperating. The only question was when.
When he received the long-awaited letter of recommendation that opened the doors to the whole new world, Kyon carefully put it in the ring and set off for Cernos. He entered the school territory under the guise of Dick Backer so that only the guards knew about his arrival. Then he put on a spacious hooded cloak to remain incognito and changed his appearance in the nearest restroom, turning into an ordinary-looking student in the mediocre black uniform.
First of all, Kyon called Franz, but he didn't answer. The cheeky boy must have left the wire at home. Kyon wondered who would ever keep such a disobedient servant.
Then he happened to overhear a conversation between two girls who were sitting on the bench in the park.
«Gods, she beat the shit out of him! I heard he is black and blue all over!» – The pretty schoolgirl in the white uniform exclaimed pitifully.
«I heard he threw himself at her! I'd say he got off easy... At least she didn't kill him!» – Her friend shook her head sadly.
«Pfft! It's pure nonsense! If only he had thrown himself at me, I'd have returned his feelings! What's wrong with her? I would understand if it was Dick Baker, the ugly freak. She could have killed him on the spot! But Franz is so handsome! How could she?»
«Anastasia has fallen in love!» – Her friend knew it at once.
«So what? Let's visit him in the hospital!» – Anastasia offered, red in the face.
«Do not even think about it! The nurses kick everyone out! There are crowds of visitors to him. Every slut at school considers it her duty to visit him! What's the point anyway? He is half dead and can't even say a word!»
Kyon went to the medical center. He was heading there anyway. When he was on the top floor, he bribed the nurse and entered ward number one.
Franz was lying in bed like a lifeless carcass, bandaged like a mummy. His pale face was covered with bruises. His eye was black and swollen.
Mentally groaning at the sight of Franz, Kyon approached his bed and asked him in a quiet, comforting voice: «What happened?»
Franz opened his eyes and stared blankly at the visitor.
«It's me, Kyon. Why did she do it to you?»
The maimed patient turned away apathetically, his breathing uneven. He looked like a spirit-broken man, anguished after a serious moral injury.
«I can't help you if you don't tell me anything.»
Franz slightly shook his head and wheezed: «You can't help me. It's too late.»
«Too late for what? To get up from bed? To get over it? Are you going to be like this when Marina comes to visit you? Do you want to disappoint her?» – Kyon bombarded him with his questions.
«She won't come… She hates me.» – Franz whispered.
«That's what you think. You are my servant, but you bring more problems than benefits. I promised to tackle your problems with the Grands as soon as I become a prince. The time has come! Come on, chin up. It's time to win Marina's heart. You can do it!» – Kyon assured him cheerfully.
«The principal has raped me.» – Franz said hoarsely. – «Then Julia beat the shit out of me in front of everyone. Marina will never love a total loser like me. Leave me alone. I want to die.» – His voice was saturated with despair and heartache.
Kyon sighed and threw his head back. While he was enjoying the happiest day of his life, Franz had just the opposite experience. While Kyon was fucking beautiful Kara, principal Nulan porked poor Franz. Their situations were so different, yet so similar.
Lovr put his finger on Franz's forehead and released some Synergy.
The former formacist felt blissful lightness enveloping his body. Gentle chill took away the pain. Franz soared above the abyss of hopelessness he seemed to have been falling into. For a moment, he started to believe that life was not so bad after all.
«Franz, your fate is terrible, but that's no reason to take your own life. You are a wise man, you must understand that life is like a zebra. There are white and black stripes. Do you remember the first time you lost Marina? You nearly died of depression back then. But soon, everything changed, and you even remained good friends. Recently, you were dying of illness, being a decrepit feeble old man who had lost the last chance to restore his seed, and now you are fresh and frisky, full of enthusiasm and hopes for your dreams to come true! I wonder who got you out of this mess time after time. Exactly, it was me! But I didn't sign up to be your fucking guardian angel! My patience is running out. I give you one last chance. Do you want to take revenge on Julia and Nulan? Do you want to win Marina's heart and make her a child? Make a decision or keep lying on this bed feeling sorry for yourself until you die!» – Kyon insisted.
Franz's eyes sparkled. His heart fluttered with delighted hope. Why was this bastard so inspiring? To hell with it! How could he refuse if the goddess's son himself wanted to help him?
When Franz looked at Kyon, his gaze was steady and firm: «Please… Help me!»
Kyon stared at the sun-shaped coat of arms carved in the medallion, overwhelmed with emotions: {The Torres family crest? They are the most powerful non-royal! Why is their coat of arms on my medallion?} The Torres held the 1st rank in the capital of the Saturn empire1. They were like the Stones compared to the Grands, only this imperial family was the most powerful in the human race. Their influence in the world was equivalent to the high-ranking sects. A single non-royal family in Saturn was comparable to the whole Rosarrio empire, that's how grand they were. {Am I Kyon Torres?} He couldn't believe his eyes. Apparently, the soul of his body's former owner was also eager to learn the truth about his origin, sending hot waves of impatient curiosity to Lovr. Kyon was pinning his hopes on him to find his real parents. {Alright, alright! Calm down! I'll honor your request in the future.} Lovr waved him off and wondered how they could give away a member of a great family. Why did they send him to some nameless beggars in a low-ranking empire? Why didn't they leave him with a royal family where he would have been raised without hardship? Why didn't they provide his poor parents with all the necessary resources? All this seemed too weird, given the local traditions. Moreover, the nobility rarely gave up a child ... Lovr sighed grimly, creating a vacuum barrier around himself that served as an umbrella. He wrote and sent a letter to the head deputy ordering him to free Amos. Then he headed to Boston. There was no time to grieve about the parents he never knew. He had to focus on himself. His plans for the demons had been successful. They had left for their homeland, he had become a prince and the future imperial investigator. It couldn't have been better. It was late at night when Kyon returned to the palace. He immediately went to the treasury, located in the deep basement behind numerous living and non-living guarding barriers. it was the only place with no secret passages. The guards recognized the new prince, the future king of the Iron, and let him inside. If he were Prince Charles, the bastard, he would not have been granted access to the treasury. The treasury was composed of two sections. The first section contained disposables, money, keys, formations of different types, resources, medicine... The second section was the sacred place for the Grand family where they kept their legacy: medicine descriptions, formations, and techniques... Kyon's forehead creased with veins popping as he examined the first section of the treasury: Bitch She took it all! He sighed in frustration looking around the half-empty shelves. He was hoping that the queen was leaving Boston in a hurry and didn't have time to take anything with her, but it turned out that she had always kept the treasures with her. What else could he expect from a demon who had been successfully exploiting the entire kingdom for three years? It wasn't surprising that he hadn't received his awards for capturing Sauron, Lanai, and the Black Queen, which were 5, 50, and 100 million spheres respectively. In fact, Kyon wasn't counting on this money. The demons couldn't care less who was terrorizing the Iron Throne beside them. The budget wouldn't steal itself. Kyon tried to be optimistic. He managed to find a bunch of attacking and defensive formations, spatial rings, concealing bracelets, and medicine that Vlada had neglected. According to rough estimates, the treasure he had found was worth over twenty million spheres! Quite a jackpot. Kyon took everything that might be of the slightest value, filling up more than 10 spatial rings, and went downstairs, to the 2nd section of the treasury. As expected, Vlada wasn't interested in the Grands' legacy. In the demon empire, all these descriptions and techniques were considered rubbish. Only a complete idiot would dig into them. She would never make money on the copies, and taking the originals could have serious implications. For Kyon, the value of the legacy lay in its endless possibilities. He could use it to produce something really useful, powerful and impressive of at least the legendary "S" rank. Once, he found base ingredients in the ancient tomb under Juno's mansion, thanks to which he now had the powerful body of the void. For inquisitive Lovr, the night passed in the blink of an eye. He studied every nephrite without taking it in. Anyone else would have died from information overload. There was more than enough: numerous medicine instructions, combat techniques, protective formations, including the highest grades of all elements. There was a "password" on each nephrite, without which the access to the legacy would have been denied. It protected the treasury against thieves. However, it wasn't difficult for Kyon to find out the "password" from the chief butler. He was the first prince, after all, not just anyone. Kyon outlined an action plan for the next two months: to find out all the secrets of his upgraded spatial attribute; to complete the upgrade of his head in the unique body; to master all the highest grades apart from the earth element that he already knew; to create a concealment technique, ideally similar to Valeera's. A treatment technique would come in handy. Also, he needed a technique that could deceive the opponent, creating an illusion or a mirage. Kyon was really motivated to become stronger by his desire to take back his dear Dinah from the goddess-bitch, make Valeera his woman, even if she didn't want to, and deal with consequences after his wedding with Kara, who hated her own husband. When he made up his mind, Kyon left the palace and went to Cernos. If Vlada ever returned to take the "son of the goddess" to the demon empire, she would fail. Kyon was going to forget about Dick's personality for at least a few days. Although the queen was unlikely to risk her life staying in the kingdom, where the imperial authorities would be looking for her, it wouldn't be superfluous to take measures for his safety. On the way to Cernos, Kyon heard his sound transmitter ringing: How are you doing, Vladimir? I'm great! Ha ha ha! The head of the investigation department hooted with laughter. You have found irrefutable evidence! I've been after them for years and you did it in three fucking weeks! Geez! Who are you, Kyon Stone? Come on, boss. You're flattering me. Kyon chuckled quietly. Flattering? If you call my praise flattery, then I badmouth everyone all day long! Never mind. We are going to get the bitches, and it's the only thing that matters! How did you do it? How did you set up your wedding? Why did you turn into a fat freak? And did you finally fuck that bitch? Damn! You must come to my office at once! There's so much we need to talk about! Kyon was about to refuse when he remembered how hard it was to fill the light side of the nucleus and agreed. He turned around halfway to school and headed for the department. His conversation with meticulous Vladimir dragged on the whole morning. The stingy boss filled the core by only five percent, which was rather disappointing. Bright emotions were tricky to earn. Until the demons were captured, Vladimir wasn't going to get emotionally generous. Therefore, Kyon shouldn't expect a tiny bit of bright emotions from his boss when he learned about Vlada's and Kara's escape, or better yet stay away from him. It was fortunate that Vladimir didn't realize that the missing ring could alert the demons and even provoke their escape if there wasn't another one. Kyon could already see his boss slapping his forehead in frustration. Foreseeing Vladimir's imminent anger, Kyon asked for the recommendation letter at once, without further delay. It should be written to Dick Baker. Kyon had no intention of wearing the black demon mask in the Imperial Department. The zeroth general would sooner or later find out that Kyon Stone was, in fact, Dick Backer. He was destined to start cooperating. The only question was when. When he received the long-awaited letter of recommendation that opened the doors to the whole new world, Kyon carefully put it in the ring and set off for Cernos. He entered the school territory under the guise of Dick Backer so that only the guards knew about his arrival. Then he put on a spacious hooded cloak to remain incognito and changed his appearance in the nearest restroom, turning into an ordinary-looking student in the mediocre black uniform. First of all, Kyon called Franz, but he didn't answer. The cheeky boy must have left the wire at home. Kyon wondered who would ever keep such a disobedient servant. Then he happened to overhear a conversation between two girls who were sitting on the bench in the park. Gods, she beat the shit out of him! I heard he is black and blue all over! The pretty schoolgirl in the white uniform exclaimed pitifully. I heard he threw himself at her! I'd say he got off easy... At least she didn't kill him! Her friend shook her head sadly. Pfft! It's pure nonsense! If only he had thrown himself at me, I'd have returned his feelings! What's wrong with her? I would understand if it was Dick Baker, the ugly freak. She could have killed him on the spot! But Franz is so handsome! How could she? Anastasia has fallen in love! Her friend knew it at once. So what? Let's visit him in the hospital! Anastasia offered, red in the face. Do not even think about it! The nurses kick everyone out! There are crowds of visitors to him. Every slut at school considers it her duty to visit him! What's the point anyway? He is half dead and can't even say a word! Kyon went to the medical center. He was heading there anyway. When he was on the top floor, he bribed the nurse and entered ward number one. Franz was lying in bed like a lifeless carcass, bandaged like a mummy. His pale face was covered with bruises. His eye was black and swollen. Mentally groaning at the sight of Franz, Kyon approached his bed and asked him in a quiet, comforting voice: What happened? Franz opened his eyes and stared blankly at the visitor. It's me, Kyon. Why did she do it to you? The maimed patient turned away apathetically, his breathing uneven. He looked like a spirit-broken man, anguished after a serious moral injury. I can't help you if you don't tell me anything. Franz slightly shook his head and wheezed: You can't help me. It's too late. Too late for what? To get up from bed? To get over it? Are you going to be like this when Marina comes to visit you? Do you want to disappoint her? Kyon bombarded him with his questions. She won't come She hates me. Franz whispered. That's what you think. You are my servant, but you bring more problems than benefits. I promised to tackle your problems with the Grands as soon as I become a prince. The time has come! Come on, chin up. It's time to win Marina's heart. You can do it! Kyon assured him cheerfully. The principal has raped me. Franz said hoarsely. Then Julia beat the shit out of me in front of everyone. Marina will never love a total loser like me. Leave me alone. I want to die. His voice was saturated with despair and heartache. Kyon sighed and threw his head back. While he was enjoying the happiest day of his life, Franz had just the opposite experience. While Kyon was fucking beautiful Kara, principal Nulan porked poor Franz. Their situations were so different, yet so similar. Lovr put his finger on Franz's forehead and released some Synergy. The former formacist felt blissful lightness enveloping his body. Gentle chill took away the pain. Franz soared above the abyss of hopelessness he seemed to have been falling into. For a moment, he started to believe that life was not so bad after all. Franz, your fate is terrible, but that's no reason to take your own life. You are a wise man, you must understand that life is like a zebra. There are white and black stripes. Do you remember the first time you lost Marina? You nearly died of depression back then. But soon, everything changed, and you even remained good friends. Recently, you were dying of illness, being a decrepit feeble old man who had lost the last chance to restore his seed, and now you are fresh and frisky, full of enthusiasm and hopes for your dreams to come true! I wonder who got you out of this mess time after time. Exactly, it was me! But I didn't sign up to be your fucking guardian angel! My patience is running out. I give you one last chance. Do you want to take revenge on Julia and Nulan? Do you want to win Marina's heart and make her a child? Make a decision or keep lying on this bed feeling sorry for yourself until you die! Kyon insisted. Franz's eyes sparkled. His heart fluttered with delighted hope. Why was this bastard so inspiring? To hell with it! How could he refuse if the goddess's son himself wanted to help him? When Franz looked at Kyon, his gaze was steady and firm: Please Help me!
