The Kind of Evil-Chapter 213: Old friend.

‎Two days had passed, and the revolutionary parties hadn't given their answer to the warning letter. Thalior didn't have any choice but to be true to his words, and that was to attack the capital city.

‎The winter became a lot colder and harsher as the days went by. The winter on Earth was nothing compared to Neva because of the extreme cold and weather.

‎"We are sticking to the plan..." Thalior said, his breath vaporizing, and he could no longer breathe with his nose. "We will try to break in. We will move in the middle of the night..." he looked at Rasmus and Novia.

‎"Can your army deal with this bad weather? They have trebuchets, catapults, and ballistas. Without Lady Novia on your side and in the open, you'll be an easy target," Rasmus said, unbothered by the cold because he used Mana to keep the heat in and around his body.

‎"Don't underestimate the Union's mages, their ranks are at least High Wizard. They can handle them if they make powerful barriers," Thalior answered with confidence. "We can prevent the harsh weather with their magic as well. We will be fine," he assured.

‎"I know you're on par with Lady Novia, and even Great Sage Lenin acknowledges your magic. You have also awakened your Primal Force, making you even stronger than me. However, I want you to be careful, Count. We don't know if there's any demon hiding or assisting the enemy in the city," Thalior said with a serious expression, his eyes were stared right into Rasmus's eyes.

‎"My job is to prevent the enemy from retreating. I won't show myself until the enemy leaves the city," Rasmus said as he put on his gauntlets and vambraces.

‎"That doesn't change the fact you need to be cautious, Count," Thalior furrowed his brows.

‎"I'm not going to die or get hurt. I'm confident because I know I won't get hurt," Rasmus responded coldly as he grabbed his helmet. "I'll take my leave, Your Grace," he said and then left the room.

‎Rasmus walked in the hallway, closing his eyes and trying to find him near the mansion area with perception magic.

‎(Last night)

‎Rasmus was writing about the fallen angels' names in his notebook. He tried to predict what kind of moves that Penema, Azel, and Yaza would take in the future.

‎While he was deep in thought, he felt a chill down his spine. He felt a smooth finger brush against his nape, and when he turned around, he saw the same shadowy figure. It was standing right behind him until it suddenly disappeared and reappeared at the door.

‎He followed the shadowy figure and ended up in the backyard of the mansion. He saw Videl casually sitting on the chair in the gazebo, staring at the night sky.

‎"Let me guess, you came here to keep an eye on the South Neva Union movements during the war?" Rasmus asked as he got to the gazebo and sat across from Videl.

‎"Under my so-called lord, but we both know that I'm here to devour all the souls of the dead," Videl smiled mischievously as he stared into Rasmus's eyes.

‎"Enough of that, let's catch up while we still can," Videl smiled as he rested his cheek on his fist. "You have grown taller, stronger, and slowly turning into an Orthias," he chuckled as he leaned forward to look at Rasmus's face from up close.

‎"Let me hear your story first," Rasmus leaned back and crossed his legs.

‎Videl's power had skyrocketed, and he could use at least 10% of his power. He had devoured thousands of lives since everyone had gone their separate ways. He also constantly devoured lesser demons that Kiel and Yaza summoned to Neva without them knowing.

‎He had mastered dark magic and could change his appearance like he used to do. Nobody knew his real face, and he hid his power to the point that even Kiel and Yaza's demons couldn't detect his demonic energy.

‎Although he had gained a little of his power, he kept distancing himself from everyone. He didn't want to put Rasmus in danger because if Rasmus died, it would be over for him too. The bet he made with God was the only thing that held him back from doing reckless things.

‎"Am I stronger than you now?" Rasmus asked with his brows raised.

‎"Don't get too cocky. You might hurt me and wound me, but to defeat me? You need to be at least half of Aris's level to be able to defeat me completely," Videl chuckled as he smirked. "You can't even fight my minions. I'm untouchable if I want to play unfairly," he added.

‎Videl glanced and saw Aris walking toward them with a cold gaze. He grinned as he stood up and leaned against the pillar, waving at her.

‎"You reek..." Aris said as she walked past Videl and took a seat

‎"I thought you would say something like you miss me," Videl sighed and hid his power completely, making his body no longer reek of demonic energy.

‎Aris stared at Videl dead in the eye as she reached her hand at Rasmus. Without even asking about that gesture, Rasmus pulled out his Blackheart Sword from the ring and put it on her hand.

‎"I'm joking..." Videl scoffed as he raised his hands. He was still no match for Aris even with his current state. "You know you're showing favouritism this whole time. You really are something..." he sighed and sat down.

‎Aris swung her sword at Videl. Before the tip of the blade cut his neck, she stopped. Videl knew that she wouldn't hurt him, so he didn't react at all.

‎"Join us, Javi," Rasmus said as he wiped off the snow on his shoulder.

‎Javi landed without making a noise and entered the gazebo. He glanced at Videl with a curious look because Aris had never acted that way toward anyone. He could tell how much she despised or even disgusted Videl, but didn't want to kill him.

‎"You must have heard enough, right?" Rasmus glanced at Javi with a cold gaze.

‎Javi nodded even though he was slightly anxious after being given such a gaze. He knew enough about Videl, a man who dwelled with dark magic, who devoured souls, both humans and demons.

‎"Is he your bodyguard? He's good," Videl stared at Javi while his hand slowly pushed the blade away from his neck, however, Aris pushed his hand back instead.

Rasmus told his story from the very beginning when he reached the Druloem Kingdom. He let Videl know everything since he trusted him more than anyone in this world. It was funny that he would trust the Devil more than anyone.

‎Videl couldn't stop grinning when he found out about the situation on the East Neva. He could imagine the number of souls he could reap and devour since East Neva was going to have all-out wars.

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‎He then found out about Daryus and Javi's existence, and why they were following Rasmus. Knowing Javi's background, he felt a bit relieved because he found someone that he could play with.

‎"It's getting late..." Videl said as he got up. "I have to go back to the capital city, spying on that stupid revolutionary army," he looked at the distance.

‎"I'll see you all there," Videl said and disappeared into thin air.

‎Aris had to cover her nose with the back of her hand because of the strong and unpleasant scent that Videl released.

‎(The next day at midnight)

‎Rasmus went to the west gate stealthily as planned, and it led to a forest where it would reach another nation. He leaned against the wall until Videl revealed himself from behind the tree.

‎"How many should I kill?" Videl asked, glancing at Rasmus.

‎"Not more than three hundred Union Knights. Make sure the revolutionary army safely leaves the west gate. I'll kill them all while you can feast on them after," Rasmus answered and stared at the tall city wall that had been fortified.

‎"I'll do just that..." Videl chuckled and then disappeared.‎

Rasmus pulled out his helmet from thin air and slowly put it on. Suddenly, he heard the bell ring from the capital city. He looked at the city wall and saw boulders being thrown away into the air.

"It has begun..." Rasmus muttered and stabbed the sword to the ground, standing tall with his hands resting on the pommel of the sword.