Dark Lord
26. Miscomprehension.
Hearing the sweet Devil story, Zidan smiled and let out a long sigh.
"Hmmm,oooh. Isn't Ma'ruf always with you? He should have known about your change, right, then why do you keep wearing a high-collared jacket in front of him?".
If thinking rationally should be a reasonable question because Ma'ruf is always with the sweet Devil, it's just that the sweet Devil does not tell his secret even against Ma'ruf though because he is afraid Ma'ruf will continue to laugh at him.
" No no, no. I never told anyone".
Looking at the calm and confident expression of the sweet Devil as if he would believe that no one knew his secret, Ma'ruf could only laugh a little.
"Why are you laughing?".
The sweet devil who was originally calm and whose face depicted confidence, began to look confused when he saw Ma'ruf laughing.
" No, I laughed just because I saw your expression".
"What do you mean?".
"You forgot about ang? I'm always with you, even if you don't tell me your secret I can still see your changes! What fool can't see your change. Hips that are so slim, a prominent butt shaped love that is so adorable as if it will be soft and tender when squeezed, fragrant body of a girl who is so fresh and your height that was previously almost the same as me around 185cm now your height is only 150 cm. How can I still think of you as a man?".
Hearing Ma'ruf's statement, the sweet Devil's cheeks began to blush red.
"Have you ever asked the reason behind why the sweet Devil can change?".
"Haaah, that's not necessary. All this time I was the family that Zi belonged to, if she didn't want to explain about her change there must have been a strong reason behind her attitude".
"Yes, you're right. I didn't tell anyone this matter because even though my body is the body of a woman, but my soul is still the soul of a normal man so I hope you don't feel disgusted and uncomfortable to me".
Looking at the slightly embarrassed expression of the sweet Devil with his head down, Zidan and Ma'ruf could only laugh.
How could the two of them possibly feel disgusted near the sweet Devil, while the sweet Devil had the fragrance of a girl, a snow-white face, he said, the chest and buttocks are so prominent and beautiful and small bright red lips that may feel sweet if bitten.
Not to mention the curves of the body and the sound of his breath that can make any man feel a high tension when around him.
Fuck him a man or a woman, if his body is the body of a woman then who would care about his soul.
After spending time talking, the three finally fell asleep because they could no longer endure sleepiness.
The warm sense of family like that is actually very much they need, although the three of them are unforgiving Devils on the battlefield but in truth they are also just teenagers when we remember their respective ages.
The starry night decorated by rattlesnake singing and some grasshoppers was eventually replaced by the chirping of the birds who welcomed the arrival of the morning sun.
Dimas, Dian, Made and a girl who was none other than Saints were at the door of Zidan's room.
The woman looked graceful and beautiful like a very sacred jewel, Saints knocked on the door of Zidan's room very hard.
"Tok,tok took took!".
Hearing the door knock so hard, Zidan and Ma'ruf inevitably woke up.
"Oey oey, who would dare interrupt my break this early! Did your parents never teach you polite san-".
Zidan who had not had time to finish his speech was stunned when he opened the door because the one who knocked on the door of his room very loudly was none other than his own sister Saint.
"Try to repeat again".
The saint snorted with annoyance.
"Eh, my beloved sister. What brings you here so early?".
"Morning? Is it because you've been enjoying time with the governor's waitress that time in your brain has become slow Zhi? The time is 10:00 Wib and you think it's still morning?".
Hearing his sister mention the governor's servant, Zidan could only keep quiet because he did not understand the intent of the Sacred utterance.
"Servant? What do you mean the Governor's lady-servant".
"You don't have to pretend anymore, you even brought a servant to accompany you to sleep. That sleeping woman is enough to be proof".
Sacred said with a sour expression and pointed at the sweet Devil who was still sound asleep with unraveled hair.
"Eh,eh.Enjoy time with the waiter? Sleeping with a woman? What do you mean and who gave you the fake news?".
"I didn't believe it at first either when Dimas told me, but when I saw that woman in your room it seemed like the word was not just nonsense".
Hearing that it was Dimas who gave the wrong information about himself to his sister, Zidan clenched his hands and frowned.
In his heart and mind, Zidan seemed to want to squeeze Dimas' body into a ball.
While Dimas who hid behind Made's body, avoiding Zidan's sharp gaze by looking at the sky of the dormitory sky and put on an innocent face with lips that continuously whistled.
Looking at the annoyed expression of Saints, it seemed like the threat Saints were saying was no joke at all.
Zidan could only silently sculpt and swipe Dimas hard in the heart.
"(Damn**** that, if until my sister tells Dad with fake news this can be my name on the scribble of the Family Card! But this reason was enough to cover up our involvement with the destruction of the golden phoenix clan as well as the changes experienced by the sweet Devil because having to explain it to them was quite exhausting for me)".
"Please don't tell Dad, I'll do whatever you want as long as you keep your mouth shut".
"Anything? Really true?".
"Yes, I promise. As long as your request is reasonable and I can fulfill it then whatever it is I will do it!".
"Actually the main reason I came here is to tell you that the annual crescent moon event will be held soon".
"Ah that show again, you don't have to tell me. My answer and attitude will remain the same as the year before, I will never attend that event again!".
"Don't you just say that you'd do anything so I wouldn't tell Dad about your depraved attitude? If you want me to keep quiet, then you should attend the event! Well, I'll say goodbye first, o yes. Come home no later than this afternoon!".
Zidan who heard the threat from Saints could only stand in front of the dormitory door, his previously cheerful face now turning cold with a faint look.
His mouth was open but not a single sound came out from inside.
"......".
The red crescent clan was one of the middle clans with white flow paths, the large comparison of the small size of a clan was the number of members that the clan had.
The red crescent clan had a nuclear family of 2 thousand people.
As well as the outer families that range in the number of 5 thousand members, plus branch families that number up to hundreds.
Usually the branch families are led by elders such as Zen elders who are none other than Zidan's father and branch family members usually range from 500-1000 members in each branch.
But the number of members was only a few and included a middle clan, if it had to be compared with a large clan like the lion spear clan then it was very far in comparison.
Within the Nuswantara Empire, there were several great powers that also controlled the empire in society.
The first was the Clan, each clan deepening their respective family element techniques like the red crescent Clan that was famous for its members' ability to control the ice element.
The second power is the family, the family is a family-like clan belonging to Ma'ruf surnamed Huda.
The power of the family is not on the battlefield but rather the power in controlling the economy of society. Such as mastering staple foods, weapons, combat attributes, herbs that are useful for magicians or pills made by alchemists are very valuable.
The Huda family controlled the trade of war robes as well as weapons.
The third is the academy, the strength of an academy is not in strength or wealth but in its education system.
The more powerful magicians an academy produces, the more, so the clan members and the family will glance at the academy to educate their children and from that relationship the academy can be a great strength even though it has a few members they can not be careless at nosy because it is protected by several clans and families behind it.
While the last power is absolute power, or the highest power but does not participate in society because that is the last power does not count.
Yes, the last force is the sect.
There were several sects in the Nuswantara Empire and each sect had their own path, there were white sects and black sects.
The members of the sect usually do not care much about the state of the Nuswantara Empire,because they are just busy with continuous training every day to sink into training and do not have time to just gather or socialize with the wider community.
Whether it is family, clan or sect each has its own flow.
The difference between black and white flow was very clear, the white flow developed their strength by practicing, eating pills and herbal ingredients.
The black stream will usually use all means including the tumbals to strengthen themselves, every human being has a sea of qi in his body and when that human dies then their sea of qi will turn into a small ball the size of a firefly's butt just red.
When a witch kills someone, a sea of victim qi will enter the body of the killer, and when the assassin used his mana it would make the qi he got from killing react in a way out of his body like anywhere it was just red.
If he turned off his mana, the qi from the kill will re-enter his body.
The white stream was not too happy with the murderous aura, which was obtained from the qi of the person who had been killed.
To the members of the white stream, the murderous aura that was only as big as a firefly's butt and red in color looked so disgusting and unclean.
Even the members of the white stream would learn a certain technique in order for his murderous aura to turn blue as if it were a grain of his own.
But to the members of the black stream, the murderous aura was a pride.
The more murderous aura the more powerful the person looks, the murderous aura can also cause shortness of breath, the more gravity, the contagious fear of the victims who have been killed etc.
When someone kills hundreds of people then you better not get too close to him when he uses mana, because the aura of the killer will make you short of breath and feel very fear.
