Cleaver Of Sin

Chapter 64: Second Moon

Asher walked around the Wargrave estate without a particular direction in mind. He remembered the first time he had left his room after his transmigration, the sheer amount of opulence he had seen had been overwhelming.

He remembered seeing the knights as they trained, although even now, he still couldn’t keep up with their speed, no matter how hard he tried.

Lyra walked behind him with steady, composed steps. Unlike Asher, she wasn’t really bothered or anxious. She knew her Young Master well, perhaps better than most. She knew he could easily escape during the True Awakening if he wished; she had seen him teleport to his room numerous times over the past five months.

Although she didn’t really know how strong Asher had become now, she had no doubt that he would return to her... to the Wargrave estate.

As Asher walked, just about to cut a corner, his Omni Perception instantly sensed someone in that direction. His footsteps paused for a split second before he continued. As he turned the corner, he saw her, one of his siblings. One he had never met before.

She stood over six feet in height, with flowing green hair and deep black eyes. Her body was the very epitome of a bombshell. She had a slim, curved waist that seemed to connect her upper and lower frame with utter perfection, exuding the kind of beauty that couldn’t be ignored.

The lighting of the hallway seemed to bounce off her skin in a soft illumination, enhancing her appearance as though the Wargrave Bloodline itself had taken its time sculpting her beauty. She was, after all, the first daughter of the current Primarch.

A belt hung snugly around her waist, with various types of daggers fastened to it, each one gleaming faintly. Within Asher’s Omni Perception, he could sense several more daggers carefully hidden all over her body, daggers most people wouldn’t even notice unless they looked very closely.

She wore a sleek black top that stopped just above her belly button, paired with matching black trousers and gloves. She moved with extremely silent steps, almost as though the floor beneath her didn’t register her presence at all.

The Second Moon: Wuthenya Wargrave.

Asher’s distinct purple eyes met her black ones. He could see the signature, expressionless look that the Wargrave family was known for. But, the moment Wuthenya saw Asher, she smiled and spoke before he could even open his mouth.

”If it isn’t the youngest genius,” Wuthenya said teasingly.

”Good afternoon, Sister Wuthenya,” Asher replied politely, although he didn’t quite know how to talk to her. After his failed awakening, he had basically been ignored from the very beginning.

Although he was still being ignored and only spoken to when physically encountered, it was still...

”Hoo... would you look at that? Radiant Kindlestar in only six months. It seems the youngest really is a genius,” Wuthenya teased again, her tone light but with a hint of genuine interest.

Asher’s face shifted subtly into one of mild surprise, as though he couldn’t believe someone had seen through his Life Rank. Asher wasn’t so naive as to think that just because most people could easily hide their Life Rank meant others didn’t have special ways of seeing through it.

”It’s expected of a Wargrave, Sister Wuthenya,” Asher calmly replied. Without realizing it, the two of them had begun walking in the same direction, even though they had been heading in opposite ones just moments before.

”Meh... No need to be so modest. Even Father and Big Bro, who are both tagged as monsters, didn’t reach Radiant Kindlestar in just half a year.”

Wuthenya’s tone was casual, but Asher could sense the pride in her words.

Asher didn’t know what to say, so he simply smiled instead of replying. Deep down, however, he was a bit confused.

From what he could recall, he had never met Wuthenya personally, maybe once or twice when he was around five years old, but certainly not in recent times. Yet, Wuthenya spoke to him as though they had known each other for years.

Asher couldn’t help but wonder if there was a gap in his memories.

Although Asher didn’t look at her directly, his Omni Perception allowed him to get a clear view of her, the way she walked, the tone of her voice, the grace of her body.

It was no wonder people looked at her with a mixture of admiration and desire... and why Malrik had killed all of them in her name, under the justification of ’Big Bro.’

”Stop staring, Ash,” Wuthenya said as she walked, already shortening his name.

’How did she know? Such perception...’ Asher thought, inwardly impressed.

”I wasn’t staring,” Asher replied smoothly. ”I was just thinking about how strong you are.”

”Hooo... You want to spar with Big Sis to find out?” Wuthenya asked, almost as if she were excited by the idea.

But Asher had no intention of getting wrecked just a day before his True Awakening. ”Maybe another time, Sister Wuthenya,” he responded simply.

Lyra remained a few steps behind, never speaking, never making her presence known. She simply faded into the background, yet she was always present, always alert, ready to act if her Young Master needed her.

Within a few minutes, Wuthenya and Asher arrived at Asher’s room. Stopping at the door, Wuthenya turned to him and said, ”Don’t die, Ash. After all, we’ve never lost a sibling to the True Awakening.”

Before Asher could even give a reply, she vanished before his very eyes.

’What happened to walking? Can everyone just stop disappearing like that?’ Asher thought with a sigh.

Malrik had done the same thing when they had first met, disappearing in the exact same way. Asher didn’t believe they were using teleportation. He simply believed their speed was just that ridiculous.

Shaking his head with a soft sigh, Asher opened his door and stepped inside. ’Ash isn’t a bad name... Has a nice ring to it. Maybe this family isn’t as bad as I’ve been thinking it is,’ he mused.

He had met the First Sun and the Second Moon, both of whom seemed like great people. Only the Ninth Sun had been different, but Asher couldn’t care less about that.

”Lyra,” Asher called out.

The door opened as Lyra stepped in without hesitation. ”I’ll be going to bed at exactly 7 p.m. today. Prepare dinner before then,” Asher instructed.

Lyra simply nodded and then left, as silently as she had entered.

Although Asher had no intention of training today, he wasn’t just going to lie around doing nothing either. He would at least stretch his body and keep himself active.

And with that, he began, sit-ups, push-ups, high planks, then transitioned into calisthenics to maintain fluidity and balance.

Hours passed as evening slowly approached. Sweat dripped from various parts of his body. His muscles felt alive, limber, and ready to move. Asher hadn’t pushed himself to the brink, as this wasn’t meant to be a training session.

After a quick bath, he changed into his nightclothes, then sat down and ate the food Lyra had brought him.

At exactly 7 p.m., he was already in bed, staring at the ceiling. ’Tomorrow, it will begin,’ Asher thought, then closed his eyes.

And with that, the dream world consumed him whole.