Divine Emperor of Death

Davis didn't take offense on her insult at the latter part of her previous sentence to his heart. In fact, he even understood her ideology.

These people could wait a long time for the right person but could the mortals with an average lifespan of 100 do the same? 

It wasn't realistic, so the mortals had to compromise on the requirements for their partners, it was especially so in the liberal countries where promiscuity was prevalent.

The people here didn't face much discrimination when their ages were wide apart, so they could choose their partners with a wider age difference and to their liking; both male and female.

This was the difference between those who had time and those who did not.

Everyone had their own convictions and their way of living. It was always difficult to say what is right and what is wrong when everything could be easily painted in grey.

"A woman like me would rather die than have her innocence taken..." Natalya uttered with determination oozing out of her eyes, her words also forming a threat to her own self and Davis.

Davis couldn't care less about her threat but thought about the woman he had killed after arriving at the Cloud Spring Mercenaries.

She had pleaded to almost everyone to end her life because her husband had died. Was it because their love exceeded a level that he could comprehend?

Davis couldn't put his fingers exactly on it but could say that Natalya was the same type of woman as her.

He looked at Natalya in admiration and left silently because when he thought if he would end his life for Evelynn, the answer remained vague and baffling to him.

Also, her conviction aligned with his as well. What is there to live without love and happiness? He didn't know the answer but that was why he was searching for it, wanted to experience it and the partner he chose to share his love and happiness was none other than Evelynn.

After a while, Natalya, who was indulged in her own dream of determination suddenly realized he was not there anymore, "Wait... why did I tell this to him?"

Natalya felt her head getting dizzy as she felt confused by her own thoughts.

...

The next day, morning.

Davis woke up in a refreshed state. His soul force was half replenished because of the rather energizing sleep while he circulated Sacred Luminance Mist subconsciously.

He extended his Soul Sense and confirmed that there were no vulnerabilities around the residence and also checked on Natalya, who was currently sleeping peacefully as if she had never before.

'Oversleeping huh? Looks like yesterday's talk at least had some effect...' Smiling to himself, he stretched his body and sat on a lotus position, circulating his Soul Forging Cultivation Method.

Suddenly, his Soul Sense which was active around the vicinity of the residence almost at all times picked up a figure touching the walls of the residence.

He stopped cultivating the soul and slightly extended his senses to cover the one who touched the walls of the residence.

He instantly recognized that it was a woman as her figure appeared in his mind.

The woman kept her hand on the walls and looked at it as if she was reminiscing about something.

She wore a dark blue robe and an opaque veil which accentuated her figure, making her appearance beautiful to look at, especially her eyes.

'...This woman looks like Natalya...' Davis instantly recognized as his Soul Sense was able to see through her veil.

The woman took her hand off and made her way to the entrance of the residence.

...

"Wake up..."

Natalya opened her eyes as she quickly jolted up, "Who!?"

"Relax, it's me, Scythe..."

Natalya relaxed after understanding the situation as she instantly thought, 'It's a Soul Transmission...'

Although it was not the first time she was experiencing it, the voice resounded as if it was in her head, giving her a big scare.

Thinking that she had been woken from being overslept, her face blushed in shame.

Just when she got up halfway, her body trembled after hearing the message that echoed in her head.

"Seems like your little sister is here at the front entrance..."

Just at that moment, she heard a young feminine voice echo around the residence, "Is there anyone here?!"

Hearing that voice, her body froze.

'It's my sister, she really has come...' Natalya thought incredulously, her expression differed with a mix of hate and hurt.

"I've come to speak to the master of this residence!"

Natalya heard it again, causing her to come out of her reverie. She quickly draped the black robe over herself, donned a mask as she quickly left to the front entrance.

Arriving in front of the wide door, she hesitated a moment before opening it.

She looked at the figure in front of her as tears almost formed in her eyes. Then she remembered how her father abandoned and sold her for the sake of protecting the person in front of her.

Resentment quickly formed in her heart, prompting her to coldly ask in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

The woman in front of her had a gaze of cautiousness, her nerves on the edge on seeing a masked person.

Even so, she slightly bowed as she clasped her hands, "I am Fiora Astoria, second daughter of the previous master of this residence."

She lifted up her head and displayed a portrait, "I have come here to inquire whether if my elder sister has appeared around this place..."

The portrait had the facial features and the body shape of Natalya.

Behind the mask, Natalya squinted her eyes, "There's no person like that around here, you can leave..."

Fiora took a frail breath as she uttered, "Is that so..."

A slight wave of sadness flashed past her eyes.

She kept the portrait inside her spatial ring and hesitantly opened her mouth, "If you see my elder sister around one day, please tell her to find us in Pavlos City."

Saying so, she turned around to leave but looked at her again, "Please don't mention that to anyone else..."

Natalya nodded her head, feeling complicated. She watched her little sister leaving her step by step as seconds passed.

'Is she feeling guilty for selling me out?' Natalya thought to herself, not sure what exactly was going on.

Fiora kept her head down as she walked away, thinking to herself, 'There's no way my sister is dead! There's something fishy about this whole situation!'

She walked straight, getting lost in her thoughts when suddenly she felt a heavy palm strike behind her back.

Her eyes turned wide as she spat a mouthful of blood on the ground as her knees bent.

She immediately revolved her energy but was horrified to find out that her cultivation was sealed!

Looking back, her face turned into one of shock as she saw 3 middle-aged men and an old man smiling at her ruthlessly instead of the masked person she expected.