Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 355: Unrequited (3)

The months continued to trickle by. By the time Dyon had spent a full year in Soul Rend Universe, even celebrating both Little Aiden’s and Junior’s birthdays, the Clans had finally settled into their own.

As things stood now, Dyon had 72 Clans under his charge, both large and small. On Soul Planet, however, there sat the Jafari Clan, the Ipsum Clan, the Elvin Clan, the Pakal Clan, the Mino Clan, the Belmont Clan, the Caedes Clan and finally, the Sacharro Clan.

Dyon decided to allow the Elves to fly under one banner. One had to remember that the reason they could all fit on a single island on Earth was because their birth rates were so poor. Elves were gifted with lifespans three times that of humans and beasts, but their birth rate was correspondingly lower as well. historical

This wasn’t the only reason Dyon allowed this either. He still remembered all of those orphans without a family that he helped all those years ago. Although they had grown into their own by now, they didn’t have any Clans supporting them. In this way, the Elves would be one and could help each other. Over time, their original bloodlines and names would start to lose their meaning.

At this moment, Caedlum was sitting on a platform in silence. As the reason his Clan could receive such good treatment, he was obviously given a sizeable piece of land to himself. Considering the Pakal Clan was now a probationary 1^st

Caedlum’s long black hair whipped silently in the wind, his red skin steaming as a product of his cultivation. All he had to do was open his eyes to be greeted by a vast ocean.

His chosen dwelling was built into the side of a cliff with nothing but raging white rapids below. To a mortal, such a place would be perilous, but to a cultivator, it was simply a beautiful sight to behold.

“I assume since you allowed me to detect you because you wanted to talk?” Caedlum suddenly said. He was a man of few words, but one of the minority of individuals he would allow to hear his voice was the man right before him now: Dyon Sacharro.

Dyon smiled lightly. “Of course, can’t I come say hi to an old friend?”

“An old friend?” Caedlum opened his eyes, staring toward Dyon who stood in the air. “I’m not sure that I have any friends.”

Dyon shook his head. The first time he met Caedlum, they had had a similar interaction. It seemed that the Pakal Clan’s third young master wasn’t fond of having friends at all.

Back then, the Pakals wanted to retrieve their stolen Blood Sacrifice Technique from the Ragnors, the very same one the Ragnors used to kill thousands of Focus Academy students all to open the Demon Sage’s Legacy World.

Caedlum agreed to work with Dyon only because he knew that Madeleine was his girlfriend at the time and that Ava’s father, the guardian of the Royal God Clan’s family, would be in the mix as well. He made this clear back then, almost as if he wanted to ensure he remained at arm’s length from Dyon.

“Still so cold.” Dyon said, slightly amused.

“Why are you here?” Caedlum asked.

“I’m here to understand.”

“Understand what exactly?”

“What your Pakal Clan is seeking. The Demon Sage you all worship is here, yet you haven’t even asked me to see him a single time. You wanted to get revenge on the Emperor God Pakal Clan, did you not? Didn’t you say that you wanted this revenge for the Demon Sage?

“Well, now, not only have I brought the Demon Sage here, I’ve thrown the Emperor God Pakal Clan into chaos, and I’ve taken the Demon Sage’s daughter as my woman. So, tell me, why is it that the Pakal Clan seems to want nothing to do with me when we’re so intertwined now? By all rights, the Matriarch of your Clan is technically my wife, after all, no?”

From the very beginning, the Pakal Clan, much like the Elvin Clan, split into two, the weaker of which fled to Dyon’s home. It was in large part due to Dyon that the Pakals chose to side with the Belmont Clan instead of siding with the Ragnors. So, Dyon was truly confused by their behavior.

Caedlum looked up at Dyon. “What makes you think that the Pakal Clan is pulling away from you? This is just how we’ve always been. If Mistress Amphorae Sacharro wants to come back and rule our clan, we also wouldn’t be in any real position to stop her as she technically is the most qualified.”

Dyon felt that this conversation was getting him nowhere. He wanted to make Caedlum one of his commanding Demon Generals, but how could he when his personality was like this?

Although Dyon had set up military factions, he didn’t dissolve the Demon Generals. Instead, they were in prime position for leadership roles. But, he really had no idea how to crack this Caedlum character.

Suddenly, Caedlum coughed awkwardly. Dyon could swear he saw a blush, but considering Caedlum’s skin was red, it was too difficult to tell.

“Since you’re here, I was wondering if you had seen Demon General Ava Sicarius. Thadius suggested that I learn some socializing skills from her since she was able to ingratiate herself with the Demon Generals so quickly.”

At that moment, Dyon suddenly remembered the last time he had seen Caedlum display a burst of emotion. Back then, Dyon had mentioned that the daughter of the Sicarius Clan Head went to Focus Academy. Now that he thought about it, Caedlum’s reaction had been a bit too… Excited hearing such words.

[Author’s Note: This was a very long time ago, wouldn’t be surprised if none of you remember. If you’d like a refresher, it’s back during Chapter 32: Talk in the Clouds. Yes. I know. I took a long time to get to this plot point, LMAO.]

After knowing Caedlum for such a long time, he wasn’t someone who would normally react like that even if the world was falling apart.

Thinking this far, Dyon suddenly grinned. It seemed he was blowing a small problem out of proportion. Caedlum was just suffering from unrequited love.