Grand Ancestral Bloodlines-Novel

Chapter 698 Lady Demuire

"Ah…"

Yaana blushed profusely hearing Ryu's question. This was in part due to her outburst from earlier and another part due to the fact she had subconsciously hid this matter from Ryu earlier.

The reason she was embarrassed by the first was self explanatory, but the second left her feeling a bit guilty. She didn't want to deal with the weight of the Necromancy Guild so she had adopted the mindset of 'out of sight, out of mind'.

She hadn't told Ryu about her master because she was afraid that he might see her as a burden as a result.

In the martial world, this wasn't a very rare thing. Being taken in as a disciple was akin to becoming another's son or daughter. While this came with a great host of benefits, it was also saddled with many responsibilities as well. With those responsibilities came obligations that made it difficult for Yaana to do what she wanted, whenever she wanted.

Due to this, Yaana had always made her stance clear and always made sure to tell those of the Necromancy Guild that Ryu would always be the most important to her. However, one only needed to look toward Auntie Duna's reaction toward Ryu to know that much of these warnings had fallen on deaf ears.

Yaana wasn't naïve. Subconsciously, she had always known that this might very well become a problem one day. So, rather than informing her master that she had found Ryu, she chose to instead not say a word and just leave with him.

Of course, she didn't tell Ryu about this because she was worried that he would toss her to the side. Ryu had enough problems to deal with and she worried that he wouldn't want to deal with another. It was a bit selfish of her, but she hadn't really thought about just the situation she was putting Ryu in until just now. In fact, her outburst might have put him in an even worse position than the one he was originally in.

"I…"

Yaana bit her lip and eventually began to explain.

While Auntie Duna was the one to find her on the mortal plane, the one who gave her the proper technique to cultivate and took her as a disciple was Lady Demuire.

Lady Demuire wasn't only one of the few Summoning Necromancers of the Necromancy Guild, she was also the only Sky God of the Guild that wasn't birthed from the three Necromancy Clans. As such, she held a uniquely unfettered position in comparison to the others.

According to what Yaana knew about Lady Demuire, she had only recently returned to the Necromancy Guild from parts unknown. Many speculated that she had spent the bulk of the last several trillion years in the Nether Plane, completing all sorts of research while also bolstering the ranks of her Summoners Army. Only a Sky God of a certain caliber would be able to survive in the Nether Realm for so long.

Lady Demuire was a Summoning Necromancer whose main battle summons were from the Demon Prince Spectral Wolf Clan. They were a Clan of Demons that were functionally the lowest in number. The only Clan whose population was lower than them was the Dream Wraith Demon King Clan.

It seemed that from the very beginning, Lady Demuire had a fondness for the Spatial Element. The two highest affinities for the Spectral Wolf Demon Prince Clan were precisely spatial and wind element, not much unlike the Spectral Mink, though the latter was a beast and not a Demon.

The fact Lady Demuire had a contract with a Demon Prince Clan was enough for her to be widely feared. But, what was even more shocking was the fact that her Sky God title was actually unknown. The name Lady Demuire carried all of her Faith, but no one knew what her true title was.

After listening to Yaana's explanation and how she diligently described how dangerous Lady Demuire was, Ryu couldn't help but chuckle.

"Why are you telling me all this now? Are you afraid that I won't be afraid enough?"

Yaana immediately became flustered hearing Ryu's words. She had felt so bad about leaving Ryu in the dark that she overcorrected in the other way wildly. She wanted to make sure that Ryu knew everything so that he wouldn't' be left in the dark. Even if he chose to abandon her, at least he would be able to survive.

Even after all this time, Yaana had only met her master a handful of times and simply didn't understand her character well enough to ensure Ryu's safety. In fact, Yaana was far closer with Auntie Duna than she was with her own master. So, she had naturally reacted in such a fashion.

"I… I…"

"Don't worry about it, aren't you my girlfriend now?"

Yaana's breathing hitched, her entire body going red from head to toe. One would have thought that she was a ripe tomato instead of a lovely young woman.

Ryu laughed. "Just leave such things to me. There's nothing in this world or any other that I fear. A Sky God isn't enough to make me turn my back on you. Nothing is enough."

Ryu looked up into the skies. He knew that Sky Gods had special ties to their title. Even though no one knew about Lady Demuire's true Sky God title, the name of Lady Demuire alone was functionally tied to her.

What did this mean? Simply put, Sky Gods could innately feel when their names were mentioned. Vardus thought that Ryu didn't know what he was doing, but that couldn't have been further from the truth. It was clear that Vardus had mentioned Lady Demuire's name to ensure that she was aware that others might have been using her as a shield.

But… Since when did Ryu need anyone's protection?

That Lady Demuire was very likely already observing the situation. In fact, she likely had been ever since her name was mentioned. The fact that even Ryu couldn't' sense it was enough to speak of her power. But, none of that mattered to Ryu.

Even if Yaana had no feelings for him whatsoever, he still wouldn't' allow any harm to come to her. She had spent the whole of her first life protecting him, so he would spend the whole of his second protecting her.

At that moment, Ryu's gaze shifted from the starry sky to find Eustis, Sabelle and Godefride approaching him. Follow current s on ꜰire

**

In a distant world in a garden filled with black and silver flowers, a veiled woman lounged on a luxuriously sculpted couch. Every stretch of her figure seemed to paint the picture of perfect seduction, yet she didn't seem to be trying so hard at all.

She took a sip of a crimson liquid, a small drop falling from her soft lips and vanishing into the depths of her seemingly endless cleavage. The mounds of flesh caressed by delicate brown skin was enough to make any man go wild.

"Oh my, what a careless mistake."

She giggled to herself lightly, clearly unaware of her own charm.

"That little boy is so bold to toy with my innocent disciple's heart like that. I wonder if he'll dare to be similarly as bold in the coming years."

She looked off into the distance with a hint of seriousness.

"The first of them has already arrived and the rest won't be far behind."