Karen passed a book to Mylos. Bouncing around him in the mountain of books she'd built in her room which was just as massive as the one Mylos booked in the past, just that it was crowded with bookshelves and toys. "Grim Reaper…" She frowned, skimmed through a book then placed it in the slot she'd dragged it out of. After returning the book to it's slot, she dashed towards another shelf, burying her face into the books without lifting her head once. "Hmm, makes sense. Well, makes sense enough for the kind of world we were born into. There was also chances he didn't actually do this, but who cares? It is coolest for the kind of monster created, it's quite interesting!" Mylos just stood speechless. He had explained to Karen what happened as simply as he could to avoid anything confusing for the little girl. If only he knew that after he explained to her, he'd be the one thrown into confusion. "From what I understand, you must have some ability in you that aided in revivin

"Me, an old man? Youngsters of these days are so disrespectful. The eagerness to die is very amusing." The man held Karen in his arms, caressing the back of her head. He glanced at the struggling Alissa, "I can't believe what you kids are doing in my house," "Not only have you managed to put my beloved Karen in danger, you also mess up her room with your pathetic essence. I can't bear the disgust from these stupid acts." Mylos chuckled, then turned to Alissa. After seconds in silence, he approached her with his sword held tight, not dropping his guard even once. After reaching her, Mylos extended his right hand, "Come on, get up." Hearing his voice, Alissa calmed herself down. After the fog in her head cleared, she lifted her head to see Mylos extending his hand towards her. Without hesitation, she grabbed his hand — hoisting herself to her feet. "You don't need to speak for some time. We have some annoying company here. Let me handle this first before I can ask of the e

“Ah fuck… Ah fuck…” Mylos muttered under his breath as he dragged the two women with him into the kitchen, slamming it shut behind them. He grabbed the sword he had dropped there when he discussed with Sylvia about the family — after the fight with Arthrax, that is. Even with a weapon, he was not really the greatest fighter to ever exist even if he was working towards that. Mylos turned around to see Karen and Alissa staring back at him with worry in their eyes and he patted Karen’s head to calm her down, muttering assurances to Alissa. “Should I not just give myself up to them? I see no reason in endangering yourself for me.” All was for taught and that was very clear when Alissa voiced her thoughts. It made Mylos pause and wonder if he was terrible at assurances. Was that even a legitimate question? Bang! The door burst apart into numerous shards, and a demon stepped into the kitchen. It wielded a sword in both hands, two massive ram like horns grew out the back of its elongate

"Alissa… Can you get me that book from the top of the shelf? Hurry up will you?." The older woman called out to her younger child, pointing to a shelf few metres away from her position, "Try not to tumble it over." Alissa — the younger child who'd sat down to read the books scattered on the ground, lifted her head to stare at her mother in silence. After locating the book, Alissa stood to her feet, walking towards to the book. Just as she was about to drag the book down from the top of the shelf, she heard a knock from the front door, and paused. After a few seconds, she dragged it down from the shelf and ran to her mother. "Will you go get the door? I guess your father has come back from his hunt." The woman smiled at Alissa, raising her right hand to pat the younger child's head, "I will be waiting for you here. Don't run off somewhere else." Alissa nodded to her mother, then ran out of the room to open the front door. She rushed towards the door at her maximum speed, reac

Just before they were about to fight, a ringing tune began to play. Everyone turned to glare in the direction of the sound and Mylos stood in the limelight. He was calm, holding his sword with a single hand and picking up the smartphone in his pocket with the other. He answered the call and at that moment, the church dogs charged like madmen. He turned to face the building behind him, spinning around and dodging the arrows that were fired at him as he listened to the familiar voice scream, “Hello, Uncle!” Mylos twirled around and parried the sword of the leading group, observing the unmoved Hero suspiciously as he leapt back, “Hello. How are you?” he made a rotating spin to the side, parrying the blades from a woman dressed in white and gold, her eyes gleamed with blood lust. “I am fine, Uncle!” the voice on the other end shouted, and he sighed. He stepped back, dodging a few arrows with his brows knitted. Exempting the hero, he counted five armoured paladins. Three were short