Obtaining 10x rewards! Reincarnated into a novel as a side-character! - Chapter 308

Chapter 308: Lord’s Anger!

Chapter 308

“It was a fragment of the Ancient War King’s soul,” the lord continued, each word dripping venom. “I nurtured it for decades… it was nearly mature. Everything was proceeding perfectly. Yet…”

He exhaled—a long, trembling sigh that made the captain’s spine stiffen like iron.

“You have no clue,” the lord said quietly, his tone dropping into a deadly calm that chilled the air itself. “You have no idea. You’ve found no trace, no lead, no scent of the one responsible. Tell me—what use do you serve? Why do I keep you?” His voice rose, thunder rumbling in his chest. “TELL ME!?”

The roar erupted through the chamber like an explosion. The sound shattered the nearby windows; shards rained down in glittering arcs, slicing through the heavy silence.

The captain’s nose began to bleed. His body screamed to move, but he stayed still as stone.

He knew one thing: if he moved even an inch, he would die.

Inside his mind, fear screamed louder than the echo of his lord’s voice.

‘Ever since the lord ascended to baronhood, his power has multiplied beyond comprehension. It’s as if my entire being freezes in his presence…’

The demonic lord blinked slowly, his three eyes glimmering with murderous restraint. Cracks spread across the marble beneath his throne as veins of black espera pulsed outward, eating at the stone.

He had been cultivating that soul fragment for decades. It wasn’t just a relic—it was his future. His stepping stone toward the next rank, the final piece of his long-laid plan.

Now, it was gone. Stolen, destroyed, or both—and with it, the future he had meticulously built.

How could he not be enraged?

That place had been his sanctuary, his secret project, cultivated with his own hands. Every grain of dust, every rune-carved wall had been placed to nurture the War King’s remaining essence. He had made sure no one—no knight, no servant—came near it.

It was hidden in the middle of nowhere, in a barren land untouched by time, a place so isolated even demons avoided it out of instinct.

For decades, there had never been an issue. No intruders. No disturbances.

Until now.

He’d only left for a few days—to attend the council’s ceremony where he was promoted to Baron. A handful of his most loyal knights had been assigned to guard the area. No one else knew its location.

Yet, in that short time, everything was gone.

The entire site—obliterated.

His breath grew ragged, his claws digging into the armrest of his throne, carving deep grooves into the obsidian.

He had spent a fortune over the years—espera crystals, ancient blood sigils, celestial minerals—all of it, just to maintain the right conditions. Just to keep that fragment alive.

Now it was all gone.

“If I ever find the wretch who did this,” he growled, his voice dropping to a guttural snarl, “I’ll flay their soul until they beg for death—and even then, I’ll deny them the mercy.”

“Damn it!” His voice broke through the hall, echoing like thunder. Never before had he bled so much wealth, effort, and time in one blow.

‘Who could it have been?’

He ran through the list of his enemies.

‘Baron Thousand Tongues? The Lord of Ninth Flame? Silent Viscount? Mistress of Gem? Which of those bastards dared cross me?’

He clenched his jaw, thinking deeply, but nothing made sense.

‘Our relations aren’t good… but none of them would be foolish enough to provoke me so soon after my promotion. No… perhaps it wasn’t one of them at all. Perhaps… it was someone new.’

He slammed his fist into the throne’s arm, sending a web of cracks across the marble.

“Shit!” The word hissed between his fangs, a sound closer to an animal’s growl than speech.

He could no longer think clearly. Fury had clouded reason.

“No. I have to act.” His three eyes burned with molten hatred. “Whoever it was… they took everything. They even cleaned the site of its resources.”

The image of the ruined sanctuary flashed in his mind—an empty crater where once an empire’s worth of potential had been growing.

He couldn’t let this go.

“Gather all the household heads,” he commanded, his voice shaking the air. “Now. I’ll find the one responsible, even if I have to tear this entire territory apart.”

The captain bowed low, voice trembling. “Y-Yes, my lord.”

He didn’t dare delay. He knew chaos was about to sweep across the barony.

As he turned to leave, the heavy doors groaned shut behind him, sealing the chamber in darkness. The demonic lord sat in silence, the fury still bubbling beneath his skin.

For the first time in centuries, fear had reached him—not of others, but of loss.

And that fear would soon burn the land.

Meanwhile…

“He’s in the demon lands?”

The elder’s voice cut through the stillness of the room. He held a paper in his wrinkled hand, its ink smudged from constant rereading. It contained the full report from their spies—weeks of fruitless searching condensed into one unbelievable line.

He stared at it again, his brow furrowing deeper.

“It can’t be…” he muttered, more to himself than anyone.

“So, we had to ask the diviner for his whereabouts in the end, huh?” The elder sighed, glancing at his assistant standing beside the desk.

If not for the clan’s diviner confirming it, he would’ve dismissed the information outright.

The assistant—a middle-aged man in black robes—bowed deeply. “Yes, Elder. I’m ashamed of the incompetence we’ve shown this time.”

“No, no,” the elder waved a hand wearily. “It’s not incompetence. Who would’ve guessed he wasn’t even in the human territories? We were searching the wrong half of the world.”

He slumped back in his chair, frowning at the parchment again. “The demon lands… of all places.”

His expression twisted into a mix of disbelief and concern.

“This complicates things,” he murmured. “We can’t just send a search team there. That’s enemy ground. Even the most skilled exorcists wouldn’t make it out alive.”

He rubbed his temple, the weight of the revelation pressing down on him.

The Demon Lands—the heart of humanity’s oldest nightmare. A realm ruled by chaos and cruelty, where even air carried the scent of blood.

‘The enemies of mankind… and he’s in the middle of it,’ the elder thought grimly.

______________________

Join for FREE at : patreon.com/WinterDragon573