In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 165: [ - - ]

Somewhere very far from Auravale, far away from the Gilded Lily, far away from the new Lord of Auravale, there was a place that most likely did not appear on any map of the kingdom.

In a cavernous audience hall that seemed to have been carved directly into the bedrock of the earth.

The walls were rough, damp stone, illuminated only by the flickering, greasy light of iron torches bolted to the rock. The air here was stale, cold, and heavy with the scent of ozone and old blood.

It seemed like a place of silence, which has a lot of secrets buried in.

At the far end of the hall, raised on a dais of big black rock, sat a stone throne.

And a figure sat upon the throne, draped in heavy robes of midnight black.

The face of the figure could not be made out as it was completely obscured by a deep hood.

He sat there on the throne completely motionless, radiating an aura of dark, suffocating power that made even the shadows seem to lean away from him.

Suddenly the silence of the room was shattered as the heavy iron doors at the entrance of the hall opened.

One by one, a group of six figures entered the room as they moved with the silent, with their robes dragging against the floor.

They wore dark grey cloaks and masks carved out from bone. The masks that they wore depicted the face of a grinning devil with a single horn protruding from the forehead.

The six robed men, dragged a man along with them at the very front.

It was Lord Caelum.

Though he was barely unrecognizable, he was definitely the runaway Lord of Auravle.

And he was all alone. His dear daughter was nowhere to be seen.

His once-pristine noble robes were shredded, stained with mud and muck from his flight through the sewers, jungles and god knows all the dirt he had rolled through in.

His face was gaunt, his eyes wild and bloodshot. He had lost a shoe. He was weeping openly, snot running down into his unkempt beard.

The men dragged him to the centre of the room, where a single shaft of moonlight filtered down from a hidden grate high above, illuminating a circle on the stone floor.

And they threw him down there in front of the throne without any mercy.

Caelum scrambled to his knees, clutching his hands together. He looked around wildly, his gaze landing on the hooded figure on the throne.

"You.... Are you the one w... who saved me?" Caelum asked with hesitation, as he looked at the person sitting in front of him with hopeful eyes.

But the person did not reply. He didn’t even move and remained sitting with his face down, and his elbow on the knee.

"Th... Thank you!" Caelum spoke again, getting no response, "You saved me from hell."

"You are my saviour!"

"I won’t disappoint you!"

"If you can take me back to Auravale. I will repay you heavily."

"I will weigh you in Gold and Silver!"

"But you need to get rid of that wretched beast."

"He is the cause of it all!"

With every word he spoke, Caelum was getting agitated more and more. Spit started to fly of his mouth, dirtying the floor.

"Help me!" Caelum shrieked, his voice echoing in the vast hall, "Kill hium for me."

"I want his head on a spike, and I want to drink his blood from the skull."

"I want to show those bastards at Auravale that who their master is."

"And I want to watch that bitch being ravaged by those dregs that..."

Caelum could not complete his words as he felt the pain run through his spine, down below.

"They took everything!" Caelum sobbed, slamming his fists against the stone floor. "That bastard! That adventurer, Leo!"

"He took my city!"

"He took my wife!"

"He took my..."

Caelum tried to crawl forward, dragging himself towards the dais. But one of the six men who dragged him into the room stepped forward and placed a sword still in its scabbard on his shoulder and pushed him down on the floor.

caelum looked behind and saw the man shaking his head.

"I want him dead!" Caelum turned back to the figure on the throne and said, his tone visibly softened from before, "I want him to suffer!"

"I want to flay the skin from his bones! Help me get my Lordship back! I am the rightful ruler of Auravale! I am a noble of the Kingdom! You have to help me!"

He looked pathetic. A rat cornered in the dark, snapping at shadows.

The figure finally moved. the figure on the throne slowly raised a hand. It was a gloved hand, holding a scepter topped with a pulsating red crystal.

Instantly Caelum stopped talking as silence returned to the hall once again.

The sic men stepped back, bowing their heads.

Even Caelum choked on his sobs, and bowed his head down, afraid to look the person in the eyes.

The figure slowly stood up.

He was tall, looming over the stone throne by a feet at least.

Slowly the figure took a step down the stair. One step, then another, and then another until he was standing at the edge of the moonlight.

He reached up and pulled back his hood.

He was wearing a mask.

It was similar to the others, carved from bone, grinning a rictus of eternal malice. But unlike the single-horned masks of his subordinates, this mask bore three twisted horns curling up from the forehead.

The Three-Horned Devil.

"Lord Caelum," the man said. His voice was deep, smooth, and utterly devoid of humanity.

"We have watched your... fall from grace with great interest."

The man stepped closer, towering over the kneeling, trembling Lord.

"You desire revenge?" the man asked, "You desire power?" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Yes!" Caelum wept. "Yes! Anything! I will give you anything!"

The masked man chuckled. It was a dry, rasping sound.

"We do not want your gold, Caelum. We do not want your artefacts."

"Then... What do you want?"

"You will know soon enough," The man extended a hand to the fallen Lord, "For now!"

"We at the Blood Oath Syndicate are at your service."