[3rd POV]
The war ended at dawn, only three short days but with nearly 5,000 casualties. The event this time affected not only Onobu but also the situation of the entire empire. The reputation of the insurgents was dealt a heavy blow. For Onobu, the outsider area was almost wiped off the map. Those who survived if not became prisoners had to live and hide like rats in the alleys and sewers. Nearly half of Onobu's guards were wiped out in this war, but most of them were forces loyal to the city lord. Infirmaries were set up all over the city. Everywhere were the groans of the wounded. Doctors and nurses worked hard all night, but due to a severe shortage of human resources, many people died before they could be treated. However, in the private hospital of Alan's mansion, there were 10 doctors gathered here, they were all the best doctors in the city, specializing in many different fields. Their patient was currently only one person, a young girl.
Sitting outside the hospital room were a large man and a young man.
" Don't worry Cole, she's gonna be fine."
Alan's large hand patted the back of Cole, whose head was looking down on the floor, his gaunt eyes like those of a zombie.
" I'm sorry father. My incompetence knows no bounds, I couldn't even protect the one I love and this is not the first time either."
" Don't say that, we're no god, people make mistakes. Who would have thought the rebels have corrupted our city this much."
Cole clenched his fists, his eyes were red with anger. In just one night dozens of his closest attendants died, Latina fell while trying to pull him out of the rubble and the culprit of all these things was just a child… even a child could do things like this. Cole thought of the orphanage that he and Latina were building. Dark thoughts couldn't help pouring into his head.
' Those ungrateful little bastards.'
Throughout Cole's life, he'd always felt disgusted by the racism that took place in this city, but now those racist slurs haunted his head.
' They are the children of robbers, murderers, they are just young bandits, young criminals. No, no Cole, this is not what Latina wanted! This is not what father wanted! Remember where you came from!'
As Cole struggled with his conscience, a smile flickered across the face of the man sitting next to him. After only half an hour of waiting, as long as a century, nurses and servants kept going in and out of the emergency room. Looking at the bloody tools they brought out, Cole's mood dropped further and further. Moments later, a man in a long-sleeved white blouse came out of the emergency room, his face stiff and shiny as if made of plastic.
" Doll, how is her situation?"
The man called Doll looked at Cole for a moment and then spoke.
" There's still hope."
" Really? Doctor!"
Cole clung to Doll's shirt, but after the man leaned down to whisper to him and Alan. Cole's face turned pale, he then shouted in an angry voice.
" Don't make such sick jokes!"
Cole almost lunged at Doll but his shoulders were gripped by Alan's.
" Cole! Enough!"
" B..But father."
Cole looked at Alan with trembling eyes. Alan let out a long sigh then he signal Doll to explain.
" Sorry to upset you but what I said before was not a joke, Cole sama. All of Latina sama's internal organs were damaged beyond saving. It's a miracle that she's still alive until now. The only way to save her is to perform the 'transmutation' technique no 6009. Please decide quickly, we don't have time."
" I… I…"
Cole bit his hand until it bled, his prince-looking face now was so pathetic and ugly. He himself couldn't accept the sick 'technique' that the person in front of him was saying but it was the only way that could save Latina. Cole looked at Alan with pleading eyes asking for help, but his father just silently shook his head.
" She is the most important one to you. You decide it son."
" I…"
After a few seconds of hesitation, Cole used all his strength for just a slight nod.
The next few hours were the most horrifying moments of Cole's life, and it took all his willpower to keep himself awake. The emergency room door opened to nine people dressed as doctors and a team of nurses pushed a rolling bed out of the room. Cole stood up, he knew who it was on the bed because there was only one patient here, but instead of chasing after the bed, the legs were frozen in place. Although he couldn't see the person due to being surrounded by the medical team, he caught a glimpse of a hand, a part of an arm. It was big and dry, unlike the hand of the woman he loved at all. He turned to look inside the emergency room when he was about to approach, the last person walking out of the room, Doll stopped him.
" Latina sama's surgery was a complete success and will be moved to the 'recharge' room, you can visit her in three hours."
Cole looked at Doll's expressionless face, something sent a chill to his spine. His gaze was still trying to see behind him, into the emergency room.
" What you're looking for is not there Cole sama. Inside that room is just the tools left after the operation, nothing more, nothing less."
" No…"
Cole couldn't speak, his word just stuck and his body couldn't help but tremble. He wanted to know but he was too afraid. Alan stood up in front of Doll and Cole.
" Cole, I'm giving a speech to the whole city in two hours, I'll need your help at that time. Now take a little rest."
" I..I…"
" Please son. What's done's done. There's nothing you can do here anymore."
Cole couldn't refuse when Alan said that, his father had been with him the whole time, and he couldn't be selfish for another moment. Cole tried to drag his exhausted body out of the hospital.
A few hours later on the broadcast device, Alan's image flickered.
" Dear citizen of Onobu. It was tragic after tragic. I… just have no words. No apology is enough to make up for the terrible things that happened in the past week and I believe no word of reassurance can ease the pain of those who have lost family and friends. But there's one thing I have to say… cough cough.."
After several violent coughing, blood trickled down from Alan's mouth but he still continued his speech.
" Cough… please my dear citizen, don't let this be the end of our city. Cough… we can't let them win. We shall fight to the last drop of… cough blood."
Cole and the servants around rushed to catch Alan, but he waved his hand to signal everyone to stop. Taking a deep breath Alan straightened, his voice growing louder and more powerful.
" We shall take revenge! The rebel will pay for what they did! I Alan Gurrage swear, as long as I live I will hunt down those sinners to the end of the world!"
The signal wave broke and Alan fell to the cheers of hundreds of thousands of Onobu's citizens.
" !$%!^!#141412!%@!1$$!@"
" Please hang on Alan sama!"
" Old man!"
" Doll if there's anything happen to him I'll—"
" Rest assured."
The face of Alan twisted beyond human, his skin turned dark, and his hair turned white. His mouth was like a fish stuck on land trying to gasp for air. His mouth foamed and tears were streaming down his cheek. Unlike his baddass speech 1 hour ago, he was now in an extremely pathetic state. In his reflection on the operating table, a thought flashed through Alan's mind that reminded him of a recent memory. It was while he was having fun with a lifeless body of a slave, the person's beautiful eyes were glued on him, while 'her' face was twisted intensely. He thought that face was so disgusting at that time.
' So it was you…'
In his intense pain, Alan let out a smile.
News of Alan's critical condition spread throughout Onobu, with thousands of people singing and praying to gods on the streets for their hero's recovery.
Two days later, at Alan's mansion, a large figure knocked down the door and rushed inside as if this was a deserted place.
" Where's that bastard? I heard he awake."
" …Who the hell are you?"
" Hmm? Who's this brat? A newbie?"
" So you chose dea—"
" He's in the painting room right now. Follow me."
" Lead the way."
Doll nodded and led the big woman into a large room in the mansion. When the wooden door opened, the woman could not help but be surprised to see Alan's appearance.
" What the fck?"
" What pleasure brought you here Miss Aoki?"
In the room was a thin man with white hair, intently with his brush. It took a while for Aoki to realize the man's identity.
" Where's the one that sucks you this hard?"
" Hehe… that's what I want to know too."
" What? I was just joking! She existed?"
" There's some different but the poison inside Alan sama's body was the same poison that cause death to the Blue Raven group." - Doll
" … I see. I was that terrifying poison. Very interesting. By the way Doll. Did you create the antidote?"
" Miss Aoki, isn't my life the most obvious proof?" - Alan
" Dam you Doll! Your talent is wasted on this bastard!"
" Hahaha by the way, if only you had told me sooner about the poison."
" You blame me now?"
Aoki crossed her arms and smiled sarcastically.
" How dare I. But I was sad that you thought I was the one behind the Blue Raven's death."
" Who knows? What could a sick head bastard like you would do?"
Aoki took a glance at the picture Alan was drawing.
" I heard right after you woke up. You lock yourself in this room to draw… What's even this?"
" My angel. I… couldn't understand back then about her beauty… but I could see it now."
Aoki frowned at the picture. This guy has always been a pervert but something seems to have taken his fck up head to the next level. Aoki wanted to ask about it but she hesitated.
" By the way one thing I was curious about. So I borrowed the corpse a bit for studying."
" How rude of you. Borrowed from someone without permission."
" Fck you! In short, the poison this time almost completely lost its effect when the container dies, there was only one place where the poison was still active… the uterus. So how the hell did you get poisoned instead of Cole?"
Alan said nothing, just laughed then stare at the painting. In it was a naked figure with only a thin cloth covering the lower body, skin as white and smooth as a peeled egg, a slender and petite body, soothing white hair that reflected the light tones that made some of them look like the rays of sunlight spreading everywhere. It was a gorgeous painting if it's not for the one thing, the face… it twisted painfully to the point of no longer recognizing the shape of a human being.
" My angel, my goddess, wherever you are. I'm gonna find you. You belong to me."
A few weeks later. A wanted poster came to Alex's hands, the illustration was so detailed that make even the greatest artists had a second thought about their careers. But the only thought that came to Alex's mind was.
' What the fck?'