Building My Guild With A Blank Scroll
Chapter 67: Getting In-2

Chapter 67: Getting In-2

*YAWN!

’So how should I go about this, a simple smash on the head?’ Leaning to the wall with his younger sister beside him, her eyes nearly closed, Zlatan was plotting.

’First off, this is a knight, a spiritualist and bearer of aura. Scratch that, she was more powerful than this one, yet Belle sent her to Dreamland— if that’s not what I’m currently stuck in, hah.’

*ZZZZT!

’However, he’s got armour on and drawing out or attacking is out of the question. Who would dare hit a child, and a noble of course? So that would be our advantage since—’

*CLANG!

"Huh?" The guard’s eyes flew open, his stiffened self moving after a long while. Of course, he was sleeping on duty, who didn’t, but still his ears were sharp as a spiritualist.

’Is someone coming?’ He looked left and then right, listening to hear any footsteps but there were none.

*YAWN!

’Just dreaming, haha. Now where was I, ah yes there there— mm.’ He backed up to the wall this time round, having something to rest on as he drifted back to sleep.

"Phew, that was close." Zlatan glanced at his younger sister, unaffected by the noise she’d made, being fast asleep. ’Maybe, I could go about this differently.’

An idea had come to mind, since pee observation moments ago, the guard seemed to be sleepy. And though, in relation to his sister, it was a disadvantage, but an advantage regarding the knight.

However, there was still an issue here. He could silently get to the door and past the guard, yet Zlatan wasn’t sure about the door not being locked. Of course, most doors weren’t around here, but if that was the case that it wasn’t locked, the creaking could awaken the guard.

’Ugh, it’s okay with the thinking. More action is needed.’ Deciding to take his chance at making this a soundless battle. He stepped out from his hiding place, now in the open, his protruding belly going before him.

’She wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon, after all, it was hell getting her here.’ He could tell she was still a deep sleeper, as he remembered back then— already snoring away.

’One step at a time.’ He told himself, carefully taking each step. He had adapted to this weight during the past few days and could probably run in it. Though he hadn’t tried to, as such exercises were currently out of the question for now.

His eyes never left the guard throughout the 10-meter journey, unable to tell whether he had awoken all not with the helm up his face. It was unlikely since Zlatan now stood right beside him, and before the door.

’It’s now or never, I have to check this or else there won’t be another chance.’ He placed his hand on the knob, gently turning it backwards.

*CLUCK!

His entire body stoned up in an instant, staying still like a statue for how long he couldn’t count. It was quite stupid, as he’d easily be found out, instead of running away as fast as he could. But it never came, then who are you? What are you and others— weren’t heard. For the guard had rather begun to snore louder, echoing throughout his helm.

Not wait for a moment longer as if he wanted the guard to catch him instead, even his breathing had about only a decibel.

*CREAK!

Zlatan could have dropped any moment from a heart attack if only he wasn’t a 30-year-old instead of over a hundred.

*CREAK!

’Are you kidding me?!’

*CREAK!

The sweat up his face could fill up a bucket to the brim, being drenched in it. Finally, after a gruesome experience, he regretted taking this decision, no matter how it was safer than letting two sleepyheads go at each other. Zlatan found himself inside the room, one of the storage rooms which barely had space inside.

Two meters away was the goal and thing he’d been trying to get to, for he couldn’t ask his Uncle. He just couldn’t, the thought of raising suspicion unbearable. This resulted in dealing with this in his way, one which was a success of course.

Approaching the wooden structure before him, an encasement— a casket. Brown in colour like natural wood, though we’ll polished and made as the creator had taken lots of his or her time crafting it.

"Yannah," Zlatan mumbled as he stroked the surface with his hand, a glimmer in his pair of obsidians, which seemed to hold an unending abyss. His dark brown hair was messy as usual, the comb being the last thing he’d ever think about.

"Is this you? What happened, how could you have died?" His eyes slowly welled up, his hands going to the cover and with much effort, he opened up the casket. Falling to his knees the next moment as he broke down, finally confirming that it was her.

"Yannah, no— no, no, I’m sorry Yannah. I’m sorry, I- I couldn’t apologize to you."

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*RUSTLE!

*RUSTLE!

"Zlatan?! Don– don’t do... don’t do this!" Breathing heavily, a figure could be seen. She had wine hair which was tied back with a sword in her right hand— the other hacked off. Each step she took brought her back, and deeper into the forest.

"I have to, you’ll be a part of my strength, Yannah."

"No, pleas– please– please don’t... don’t kill...me." Her face was paled out, having lost more blood and it was shocking how she was able to still move. The armour she wore, a mid-grade basic tier had been battered up badly, her organs bleeding.

She was out of spiritual energy, unable to absorb anymore as her assailant was beating her to it. A forest wasn’t a good place to tap into spiritual energy, as the trees also did do same. However, that was just a factor, as she was also a mere Iron Aura Bearer with a Fifth Stage Expert Circulator power level. While the other, bearing a copper aura had recently broken through to the level of a manipulator. Using the exact means he wanted to with her.

"Isn’t that what you wanted? To become one, this is it." Dragging an axe behind, simple looking but was a Low-Grade Intermediate one. Having a scar up his face from a fresh cut, was none other than Zlatan. He was young-looking, having a tag around his waist with the bold letter E, which would soon change.

"You...how...how could you say that?."

*BAM!

Her back had hit the wall.

*THUD!

She dropped down before the tree, finally giving up on escaping as it wouldn’t work. There was no one around to come to her aid, with the remaining of the life she had been in his hands.

"Zlatan... WHY!!" She had mustered every ounce of strength left in her body to yell out at him. "WHY DID YOU—"

*THUD!

It was a clean cut, taking off her head in one fell swoop, her eyes wide open with a tear falling off as it dropped onto the ground.

"Hahaha, finally." On his face was a grin which stretched from ear to ear ominously, his tongue sticking out to lick his upper lip. "All that bottled-up energy, from the previous night would be put to use."

Yes, he’d become one with her as she wanted and now was the one he preferred instead. It was much more legit than simply having to do something over and over again, while this would be engraved in him. So without further ado, the axe was swung with the edge coming down on her chest.

*THUNK!

It cut through like butter, blood oozing out though, unlike the usual quantity as she’d lost much more. Delivering three more precise ones, he now had the very thing he’d sucked on less than a day ago in his hands. But that wasn’t close to what he wanted, as digging both hands in at each side. Manipulating his energy to his fingers, doing it better than one who’d recently broken through. He ripped the entire area off, from the tissues to whatever blocked his way.

*CRACK!

A punch hit the ribs, blocking away the pulsating organ below it and as it cracked up, out of the way — the goal was now in sight.

Grabbing the heartcore, smiling widely as he did. It slowly faded away, as his gaze shifted to the severed head down below. "I must do this," Zlatan mumbled, drawing out something from behind him, a spoon. Digging it right into the beating organ, a bright light could be seen. For within it was a large amount of pure spiritual energy dust mangled with blood. Unbothered by the sight, having done worse, he dug another hole, which would make scooping it up easier.

As with that, he began to chunk it up into his mouth not stopping to chew. Soon emptying it, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

*GULP!

At that moment, his eyes lit up with a bright copper aura, the air around him fluctuating violently— nearing another power level.

’Yes, this it.’

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