Chapter 135: How Have You Been?
Demon Skull, that was the name granted to the blue mask created by a certain artificer from a time long forgotten. Rather than a mask, it would be more accurate to call it a helmet, seeing how it covers the entire head. The upper half was smooth with no holes for the eyes, making one wonder if it’s possible to see while wearing it. The lower half had two rows of fang-like teeth, somehow resembling those of humans while being entirely different.
On its forehead, two long horns jutted out, both sharp like masterfully crafted daggers. Thin cracks ran through its surface, painting the image of smaller parts being brought together to create a bigger whole.
Research has proved that each of those parts had been carved out of bone, though it was incapable of discerning which creature provided it. After all, not a single living being on Earth had blue bones, which only added to the mystery surrounding the strange creation.
Klaus Stahlwölfe had always been fascinated by the creations of ancient civilizations. From the magnificent tombs of Tenebrosa to the hidden castles of Tianhua Dynasty, the scion of the Stahlwölfes used his vast wealth to acquire countless artifacts from all around the world.
Lately, he had grown interested in the remnants of the Tōseika empire, which is why he had paid a hefty sum to obtain the blue Demon Skill, which is said to have been a ritual item used by one of the cults that had once thrived in the now dead country.
He also had the Moon Dagger, an item passed down from its very first ruler. That one was a present from his soon to be father in law, a man who turned out to have such exquisite taste despite the brutish nature of his bloodline.
"What do you think, Uchida?" The scion asked, his eyes still transfixed on the eerie artifact he held in his gloved hands.
He towered over the glass display standing before him, the pristine white of his shirt reflecting on its surface. His wheat-blond hair cascaded behind him as he looked up at one of his most prized possessions.
His personal guard, present yet lacking presence, regarded the artifact for a long, silent second. His voice sounded wistful when he finally spoke.