Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 86 - 85: The Missing Pair

Kaeliyus’ gaze lingered intently on Seiya’s staff.

"Who?" Hayne asked.

Kaeliyus tore his eyes away from the staff, offering only a shrug in reply. But Hayne had caught that fleeting look—though without understanding the reason, he couldn’t dwell on it.

"Anyway," Hayne began, addressing Seiya and his elite, "we all need to understand that the world outside isn’t like the facility. We may be familiar with gates and monsters, but it’s the Rogues we need to watch out for more."

"The number of Rogue organizations has surged rapidly over the years. They’re everywhere, stirring up trouble. So, whatever we do, let’s tread carefully."

With that, he glanced toward the kitchen. "It’s already past noon, and none of us have eaten. I’ll prepare something—wait here for a bit."

As he turned to leave, Kaeliyus abruptly rose, blocking his path. Towering over Hayne like a giant casting his shadow over a mere rodent, his eyes gleamed with disdain.

"How dare I let a mortal prepare a meal for my Lord?"

Hayne’s brow twitched, and the corners of his mouth tensed as he glanced toward Seiya—as if to say, ’Look at him acting up again’. But Seiya merely averted his gaze, uninterested and unbothered.

"Wait here. I’ll prepare the meal," Kaeliyus declared, sweeping past Hayne without waiting for a reply.

Hayne exhaled a long sigh of frustration and slumped onto the couch beside the others.

Before long, the sweet aroma of a delicious meal drifted into the living room, stirring their appetites as they waited eagerly.

Kaeliyus set the table with meticulous care, arranging each dish with elegance before approaching Seiya. His voice, as always, was soft with reverence as he invited him to dine.

Seiya seated himself at the table, his fingers brushing the chair Kaeliyus had courteously pulled out. Though he could not see the dishes in their true form, the rich aroma was enough to make his mouth water. Meals like this had been a rarity back at the facility. Kaeliyus began to serve him, movements graceful and cautious.

Hayne and the elite approached the table, and took their seat, expecting to join the meal—only to find the table set for one.

Hayne’s brow twitched once more as he lifted his gaze to Kaeliyus, who stood watchfully behind Seiya, eyes fixed on him as if guarding a treasure.

"Where’s our portion?" Hayne asked, forcing a smile.

Kaeliyus tilted his head slightly. "Your portion?" he echoed, as if the very notion was absurd. "Would it not be impudent to expect the same meal as the young Lord?" His gaze hardened. "Know your place, mortal."

Veins pulsed faintly against Hayne’s forehead with mild rage, the corners of his lips twitching as he struggled to maintain his always forced smile.

Yet again, Hayne glanced at Seiya to get his say on the matter but Seiya, like before, averted his gaze and continued his food in silence.

Kaeliyus’ lips curled into a faint smirk, his gaze brimming with smug satisfaction.

Unbelievable! Hayne thought, slouching back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

The elite on the other hand, merely sat, eyes blank with no expression whatsoever on his face.

After a long pause, Hayne rose abruptly, slamming both palms onto the table—a gesture that earned him a deadly glare from Kaeliyus.

Ignoring Kaeliyus’ glare, Hayne strode into the kitchen. Moments later, he burst back into the room, eyes blazing with disbelief.

"What the hell did you do?!" he fired at Kaeliyus who did not even glance his way.

"There’s not a single ingredient left in the kitchen!" Hayne continued, voice rising with frustration. "Don’t tell me you used everything just to cook for one person?!"

At this, Kaeliyus finally turned, raising a brow with an air of casual indifference. "One person?" he repeated. "You speak as though the young Lord were ordinary. He is not ’just one person.’" His voice sharpened. "He is the young Lord."

In truth, Kaeliyus had not used all the ingredients—he had merely hidden the remaining supplies, reserving them exclusively for Seiya’s future meals.

Hayne’s eyes burned red with restrained anger, his mind seething with curses he dared not speak aloud. Though he longed to unleash his rage, Kaeliyus’ status kept the words trapped within his throat.

"Damn it…" Hayne muttered, leaning sluggishly against the kitchen doorway with a heavy sigh.

After a moment, he straightened and clapped his hands together. "Alright. Let’s head to a convenience store and restock the ingredients. Seiya—"

Kaeliyus’ eyes flashed with sharp disapproval.

"Why should the young Lord accompany you to buy food?" he asked coldly.

"Because he needs to explore the world outside," Hayne shot back, his patience wearing thin. "I will soon be gone, so I want him to learn as much as he can before I leave."

"There’s no need for concern," Kaeliyus replied smoothly. "I will be here to teach him everything he needs to know."

"Tch!" Hayne clicked his tongue irritably. "Hurry up, Sei. Let’s go."

Once Seiya had finished eating and Kaeliyus had cleared the table, they all set out toward a convenience store.

They walked in a narrow line along the street, passing several stores along the way—prompting Kaeliyus to glance around in confusion.

"Why do we keep passing by the stores when we’re supposed to be looking for one?" he asked.

"Because they’re too big," Hayne replied curtly.

Kaeliyus frowned. "Aren’t larger stores the ones that sell affordable items?"

"Yes, but…" Hayne hesitated, then added, "The bigger the store, the more people crowding it—and we need to keep a low profile."

Kaeliyus’ irritation simmered beneath the surface. The mention of maintaining a low profile only sharpened his curiosity. What exactly had his young Lord endured in the past? And from whom—or what—were they hiding?

Though Kaeliyus had attempted to peer into Seiya’s memories earlier in the house, all he had found was an impenetrable mist—an elusive fog that concealed the truth from his gaze. As for the others, he could only see into their memories with their permission—something he was unwilling to ask for. His only remaining lead was Hayne, though the boy had refused to divulge any details, claiming he did not yet trust Kaeliyus.

Suppressing his growing impatience, Kaeliyus kept his gaze trained on Hayne—his only lead of knowing the truth, as they walked.

Hayne and Kaeliyus walked behind while Seiya and his elite, walked in the front. As they strolled, Hayne kept clicking his tongue repeatedly in frustration.

"Tch. Tch. Tch."

Kaeliyus’ brow furrowed in annoyance. "What has you grumbling like a child?"

"Tch!" Hayne clicked again. "We wouldn’t even be out here in the sun if a certain demon had the sense to manage things properly."

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Kaeliyus’ brows drew together in clear irritation. "If a certain mortal had known his place not to share anything with my Lord, he wouldn’t be out here now, grumbling so unruly," he shot back.

Hayne halted mid-step, veins pulsing faintly against his temples.

"Hah?! What kind of twisted logic is that?!" He burst out, bringing Kaeliyus to an abrupt halt. They stood face-to-face, throwing heated words back and forth like bickering couples in the middle of the street.

After a bout of fuming and venting, both fell into a tense silence, turning away from each other as they resumed their walk down the road.

"You’re seriously so full of—" Hayne began, only to stop abruptly as realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Kaeliyus, sensing the shift, halted beside him—and the same realization dawned in his eyes.

They had been so absorbed in their argument that they had failed to notice when Seiya and his elite vanished from sight.

Their gazes darted forward, backward, left, then right, but the pair was nowhere to be found.

Kaeliyus’ pulse quickened as dread gripped his chest, while Hayne’s mouth fell slightly open in disbelief.

As much as he tried to remain calm, unease crept into Hayne’s mind—had the facility caught up to them? After all, Seiya was not one to pull such a prank.