609: Disrespect To Title

Disrespect To Title

"NOOOO!" 

The manager screamed in pain, hoping Lith wouldn't harm him.

Hearing such painful cries from him, Lith looked at him and sneered.

"You're a Rank 8 or 9, aren't you? What's with this pathetic display?" He commented.

"Please! Please let me go!" Lith's voice wasn't heard properly by him as he was filled with agony and pain.

Although the manager was a high rank mortal, it had been a long time since he had been in any physical conflict with someone. He wasn't used to pain and it was showing.

Looking at how the guy in front wasn't even listening, Lith held his hair and made him face up.

"You know, I don't really mind someone threatening me because barking dogs seldom bite." Lith looked in the guy's eyes and said.

"But…" 

Seriousness appeared on Lith's face and he continued, "I can't let the dogs have free reign and bark whenever they see me, can I?"

Finishing saying so, Lith pressed the guy's head.

Feeling the pain of having his head crushed by Lith's hand, the manager first tried to bear with the pain. But it soon became unbearable and the manager let out a pained cry.

Feeling the pain wasn't enough, Lith pressed harder.

"AHHHHHH!"

The manager screamed as he felt his head was about to be crushed. 

"Noisy." Lith commented as he heard the guy's scream.

With his free hand, he made his index finger's nail grow sharper and slit the manager's throat, cutting properly at the place where his voice box was.

Blood gushed out from his throat and the manager struggled intensely to get away from Lith's grasp, but Lith didn't let him and continued to apply pressure on him.

While he looked at the man in pain, he smiled and said,

"I personally don't mind threats but you know… I can't let people go after they threaten me because it would mean I am disrespecting my title and my surname."

"I am sure you don't understand what I am saying, so let me make it more clear for you before you die. Consider this knowledge as a parting gift from me."

Lith chuckled after saying so. 

With his free hand, he wiped his face and put his bangs backwards.

In an instant, all the dust from his face and the messy appearance of his hair was gone and he began looking more elegant and regal.

Lith looked the guy in his eyes and said, "you see… I am Lith Evure. The Vampire Prince, Lith Evure."

As the manager heard that, his eyes popped out in shock and stopped struggling. Part of the reason for him stopping was Lith lowering the pressure on his head.

Looking at the guy's shocked expression, Lith smiled and continued, "So as you know, I am the Vampire Prince and if I don't punish the people who threaten me, it would simply mean that I am disrespecting this title and have no regards for it."

"I don't want to be someone irresponsible and don't you think it is only right that I am torturing you right now?" 

The manager was too shocked to say or do anything in response to Lith's question. He couldn't digest the fact that the Vampire Prince itself was in front of him and he also couldn't believe that he had just threatened a big shot.

Lith, finding no response from the guy in front, shook his head and said, "I am talking so nicely but you aren't even responding. Such sad times."

The manager snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the sarcastic remarks from Lith. 

He tried speaking and apologizing once again to Lith but no voice came out of his mouth.

Lith looked at him and shaking his head, said, "People take me for granted, it seems. Welp, nevermind, off you go. I've got a lot of other stuff to do."

Saying so, Lith pulled the guy's head off and tore it away from his body.

Blood gushed out like a fountain as Lith did that, but he skillfully covered himself and didn't get himself or his clothes dirty.

He kicked the body away and tossing the guy's head in his hand, Lith walked out of the private room.

The guards who were at the entrance, were right outside the room and they saw Lith walk out.

They were about to curse him again to earn some goodies from their boss, aka the manager, but the scene they saw froze them in their place.

The two guards shivered intensely as shock and fear both ran deep into their bones. They couldn't help but say,

"M-m-m-manger!?!?"

Lith, hearing that, looked at them and said with a smile, "Oh, you two. I was gonna come looking for you, thankfully you're here. There… catch it."

Lith threw the manager's head at the two guards.

The guards stumbled on their steps as they once again were hit by a wave of shock.

Lith didn't waste time bickering with them and going past them, he waved his hand and said, "Go have a chat with the higher ups. Make sure they're brought to this tavern. I'll be waiting downstairs."

Lith didn't see their reactions again and went down to the tavern, to have some snacks and wait.

He wanted this situation to escalate as much as possible and wanted to see how far it would go and who'll appear to tackle him.

*

Lower House of Blanc, 30,000 km above ground.

House of Blanc was a big family. They had so many members that they had segregated their branch family and main family into different sections.

The House of Blanc had a lower, middle, and upper house. All were present at a different level of the World Tree.

All the houses were under the main one that was controlled by their Matriarch, Lady Blanc.

Each house had different controls, powers, and roles to do. The ones at the lower house were generally people from the branch family, but since everyone in this world had the chance to grow and become top immortals, even branch families were given proper treatment and people weren't discriminated against.

But until the people became high ranking individuals from the branch families or the ones with no talent and potential from the main family, they were put in the lower house.

Currently, the lower house handled the things related to restaurants.

There weren't many high ranking immortals here and the elves present were usually Half Saint or Rank 9 and below.

The guards, holding the manager's head, rushed to the lower house as fast as they could.

The lower house was spread in a big territory and it wasn't a castle like the main house, but there were many smaller buildings with each having their own roles.

The guards were rushing to the place where the head of the lower house was.

Times were peaceful and it wasn't everyday that such killing occurred. 

The guards were low level beings and didn't have the means to revive the killed manager. The only way to do so was in the lower house and from what they knew, this could only be done by the head.

They rushed to that place but soon were stopped at the gates.0

The guards explained the situation to the ones at the gate and were immediately let inside.

They then rushed to the building where the head was but were once again stopped by the ones at the entrance.

The guards explained their situation once again, but this time, instead of being given entry, the ones at the gate asked them to stay in their place and rushed in to get permission.

The guards waited for a good ten minutes, but then, they heard footsteps of someone running towards them.

"WHERE!? WHERE IS HE!?" 

A shout was heard from the inside as a tall and slender middle-aged elf came running downstairs.

"Sir Solväire!" The guards, holding the manager's head, cried out loudly, grabbing the tall elf's attention.

Solväire, hearing the shout, looked at them and then at the head in their hands. 

His expression became one of extreme shock and he shouted, 

"HARUUUUUUUUUUU!" 

Solväire dashed at the guards and took the manager's head into his hands.

The manager who went with the name of Haru, had an expression of shock and pain on his face as he had died. 

Solväire was greatly in shock as well looking at that and he couldn't help but shout and ask the guards,

"WHO WAS IT!? WHO DID THIS TO MY DEAR FRIEND HARU!?!?"

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