Chapter 87: Why?
Asher sighed, then rose from his seat and walked out of the room. Stepping outside, he couldn’t sense Wuthenya and Malrik anywhere around him.
’They must have vanished again,’ Asher thought, turning in the direction of his room with a slight frown.
As he walked through the hallways of the estate, thoughts swirled in Asher’s mind like a storm. His greatest limitation during the True Awakening had been the lack of highly potent blood.
If someone stronger than Hillary had been the one to come after him instead, the blood he had gathered wouldn’t have been nearly enough, simply because it had come from weak beasts.
But the truth was, he had no way around it. Although he could ask his siblings for help, Asher could already guess what Malrik’s response would be, he might invite Asher to hunt the beast together.
He, who was barely equal to a Veil ranked beast, going against anything higher? That was utter madness, borderline suicide.
His mind spun back to the brief time he’d spent with his father barely hours ago when the mission to survive was handed down to him.
’If I’m asked to pick my own reward,’ he thought, ’then I would ask him for a lot of blood from at least a Void class beast.’
But at the back of his mind, a whisper told him he was simply being too greedy. A Void class beast could cause the downfall of an entire empire, and yet here he was, asking for one’s blood.
Still, Asher reassured himself that he wasn’t being unreasonable, after all, he hadn’t asked for the blood of an End class monster, which was in an entirely different league of danger and rarity.
’But I wonder what gift Father has prepared,’ Asher thought to himself as he walked. He was genuinely looking forward to it. He couldn’t contain the small flutter of excitement in his chest, but he knew he couldn’t just walk up to the Primarch’s study, knock on the door, and ask about it.
That would be considered rude, even as a son. So he would simply wait for Zarek to sneak up to his door as he usually did, perhaps bringing word of his father’s decision.