Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 51 - 50: The Bloodied Path to Freedom IV | Plans Set in Motion II

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Seiya, who couldn’t be moved by emotions anymore, relented. Not because he felt anything towards his so-called mother, but because he was curious to see just who the woman called his mother was.

Seiya’s father, seeing his son and Hayne converse, saw this as a chance to give out orders to his elites waiting outside. But before his lips could even part halfway, an intense side kick sent him flying and crashing violently into the lab equipment.

Hayne’s eyes spread wide in shock, his body shooting out in panic. "I told you not to kill him!" He snapped.

"I didn’t," Seiya replied flatly, his gaze drifting to his father who now sat crumpled on the floor, blood spilling from his mouth from the severe impact.

"He was trying to do something. I think call out to his elites," Seiya added, glancing at Hayne who let out a soft "Oh."

Seiya sauntered over to his father, who sat pathetically, seething with silent rage and inwardly cursing Seiya for possessing eyes that made him see all round. His frustration deepened, as Seiya, with even his back turned, saw his attempt to call in his elites, reacting in a split second. This irked Mr Sanio far beyond words could express.

Seiya squatted comfortably in front of his father, resting the staff casually on his shoulder as he tilted his head, his expression unreadable.

"You have two choices," Seiya began, his voice eerily calm, like one speaking soothing words, though the threat beneath them was unmistakable. "You can either be crushed to death by me, or shredded into pieces by the monsters over there."

"You do know even if I let you call in your elites, I could still kill you before they got here," Seiya added coldly. "So tell me where the woman—my mother—is."

Mr. Sanio clicked his bloodied tongue in disdain. "Tsk! You won’t even let me call the elites for backup."

Realizing he was at Seiya’s mercy, he finally relented, his voice bitter. "Fine. I’ll tell you." He coughed, the words heavy on his lips.

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He called out an address, and Seiya turned to Hayne with a look that seemed to say, ’That’s what he said.’ As if Hayne lacked the ability to hear and comprehend it himself.

"That’s not enough," Hayne replied curtly.

"Just telling us where she is won’t convince us. You can be lying for all we know.Hand her over," he demanded.

Seiya’s father wheezed softly, sighing in frustration. "None of the elites I brought along have teleportation abilities to bring her here," he said in a strained voice.

"That’s no problem. We have someone who can," Hayne replied, turning to Seiya.

"Keep an eye on him while I go fetch the person….please," Hayne added, knowing the last word was crucial. Seiya had come to see any request lacking a ’please’ as an order, and he had grown to detest being commanded.

Hayne left, and Seiya remained planted before his father. After a moment, he stood and turned to the orcs.

"Circle the facility and eliminate every staff member you encounter," Seiya ordered in a voice calm and cold. Seiya’s voice always carried along this serene and measured tranquility, resembling the gentle drip of water in a silent cave pool. But, the words themselves carried no peace but strung along disaster.

Seiya’s father watched in quiet sorrow. He hadn’t anticipated that the weapon he’d spent years nurturing would turn on him so swiftly.

The orcs growled in response, beginning to move in unison.

"Wait," Seiya commanded and they halted mid-step immediately. Seiya gazed at them with blank eyes clouded by distrust.

"You know workers?" Seiya asked in a simple way, trying to ensure they comprehended him but the orcs only growled in response and Seiya’s eyes of distrust deepened.

"Workers, you know?" He asked again, thinking he’s managed to rephrase it in a simpler way. But the orcs did still only growl in response.

Frustrated, Seiya walked over to one of the lifeless bodies of a staff member lying on the floor. He casually lifted the body and held it up for the orcs to see.

"This. You see, you kill," he commanded, holding the limp body before them. He realized the next minute that not every staff member looked the same, rendering the demonstration pointless.

"No, I mean this!" He repeated, this time tugging at the staff’s uniform for emphasis. You see, you kill."

The orcs growled in comprehension and started moving. Though Seiya still watched them go with lingering distrust in his eyes. It was late after all, so only a handful of staff would be on duty while the rest had likely already changed out of their uniforms.

Despite his persistent doubt, he ultimately chose not to focus on it, allowing the situation to unfold as it would.

Hayne returned with the person who would help teleport Seiya’s mother over—Eiro, who was visibly wounded, blood trailing down his arm.

"Don’t mind the blood," Hayne let out. "Eiro and the others are removing the tracking device from the children. He got his own removed but was yet to be healed before I dragged him over," He explained.

Eiro hissed in frustration, snarling. "Tsk! Why do I have to be the one to do this?"

"You don’t want to?" Hayne asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"Fuck! Did I say I wouldn’t?" Eiro snapped, earning a soft chuckle from Hayne.

They had Mr. Sanio, who was still slumped in a pitiful heap against some equipment, repeat the address to Eiro. Eiro stepped forward, conjuring a teleportation portal. He stepped inside, fading into it.

Seiya and the others waited in silence. Hayne’s heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing with tension as he anxiously awaited Eiro’s return. The heavy weight of uncertainty hung over him, torn between the possibility that Eiro might return with Seiya’s mother… or without her.

After a while that felt like an eternity to Hayne, who waited in restless anticipation, Eiro finally started emerging from the portal, a woman cradled in his arms. Seiya’s gaze sharpened, his eyes fixed with intense focus.