Chapter 20 : Shell Listing in Another World

Lune finally exhaled in relief once he felt the oppressive gaze lift from him. 

Then he cast a glance at the old envoy and let out a sneer of contempt.

I’ve got a new backer now. 

You still dare act tough?

The moment Enya appeared, Lune knew—this wasn’t someone mere mortals could mess with. 

That terrifying aura alone was enough to make one’s heart tremble.

And when he noticed the bracelet on her wrist, he decided to take a gamble.

Turns out, he’d bet right!

Seeing the envoy acting all respectful and submissive filled Lune with immense satisfaction.

Back when my family was at its peak, you sucked up to us with a cold face and warm words.

But once we fell from grace, you dared to look down on me?

Didn’t expect to get slapped in the face like this, did you?

Lune hurried to introduce the envoy to Enya, throwing in a jab at the old man while he was at it.

“Grandmother Ancestor, this is a mere envoy from the Guild. Just a messenger.”

“Oh?”

Enya narrowed her eyes slightly and gave the old man a closer look. 

Though his clothing was a bit shabby, he still gave off the air of a scholar.

But the kind of scholar who was all talk—pretentious, unproductive, leeching off others’ achievements, and often leading students astray.

The old envoy felt his heart skip a beat, but he didn’t panic too much. 

Steeling himself, he forced a fawning smile and addressed Enya:

“Indeed, I am but a humble envoy from the Guild, Priestess.”

He had mistaken Enya for a high priestess of the Blood God Cult.

Enya didn’t correct him. 

She pondered for a moment, then coldly snorted and asked, feigning anger:

“Oh? Has the Guild come to accuse me of something?”

“No, no, never! How could someone like me possibly accuse a Priestess of your stature?”

The old man chuckled awkwardly, his tone full of flattery. 

But between the lines, he was warning her:

Sure, I’m weak. 

But the people behind me aren’t. 

You can kill me if you want—but can you handle them?

Enya understood instantly. 

She had accidentally disrupted a well-laid plot—a scheme that was supposed to be executed from both inside and outside the city.

She had asked that question deliberately, to confirm the relationship between the Blood God Cult and this so-called “Guild.”

Now, it seemed their bond was purely transactional—an exchange of benefits.

Having gotten what she needed, Enya eased the pressure she had been exerting on the old envoy and shifted her gaze back to Lune.

Both he and Henna bore the surname Asardes…

Lune, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying the verbal exchange. 

The envoy had previously delayed helping him, leaving him trapped in Redpine City like a rat hiding underground. 

And when he finally showed up, he acted like he was doing Lune a favor. 

Utterly infuriating.

To Lune, Enya’s interrogation had been her way of standing up for him, and seeing the envoy grovel with his tail between his legs filled him with joy.

As his thoughts drifted, his hatred for Henna once again surged from the depths of his heart.

It was all because of that woman—Henna—who had become a lapdog of the Empire. 

She led imperial forces to slaughter the Asardes clan. 

As the most talented male of his generation, he should’ve been the lord of Redpine City, enjoying luxury and wealth, drinking the blood of young, beautiful virgins every day.

If not for her, he wouldn’t be living like a sewer rat.

So she must die!

Lune turned to the figure shrouded in the black cloak and poured out his grievances in a sorrowful tone:

“Grandmother Ancestor, congratulations on receiving the Blood God’s blessing and regaining your beauty and strength. You are the eternal blood rose of House Asardes!”

“With you by our side, we will surely take back the land that’s rightfully yours from that imperial lapdog Henna, and rebuild the dominion of the Blood God!”

“And when that day comes, please skin and flay those who defy us, trap their souls, and feed them to demons!”

“Especially Henna—I want her turned into a blood slave…”

Lune got more and more fired up as he spoke, his voice growing louder and louder until he was practically shouting. 

Clearly, the blood high had gone to his head—he wasn’t thinking straight anymore.

But before he could finish his tirade, Enya cut him off with a furious shout:

“Noisy.”

A thunderous boom followed!

Lune—and the wall behind him—were blasted over a hundred meters away. 

All that remained at the original spot was a pair of kneeling lower legs.

The once-dark room now had a giant window blasted into it, letting sunlight flood in.

The Guild envoy stood frozen in shock, while the man in plain clothes had fainted from fright. 

Enya calmly retracted her hand and turned her gaze back onto the envoy.

She said, coolly:

“This is still my territory. Understand?”

It took the envoy a second to snap out of it, but he quickly responded:

“Understood, understood completely!”

With that, Enya’s figure vanished.

The envoy glanced at the pair of legs left behind and shook his head with a sight.

In his heart, he muttered:

These cult types really are unstable. 

Who knew she’d kill one of her own just like that?

Tsk, if you’re gonna talk, just talk. 

Why shout like that? 

Looking for a beating?

Try being smarter in your next life!

He didn’t dare stick around any longer and hurriedly fled the scene.

The commotion at the inn inevitably drew attention. 

Three full squads of city-guard knights in heavy armor quickly surrounded the area.

Onlookers gathered, whispering and speculating about what had happened.

Elsewhere, in a small alley, Enya had her foot on a writhing blood-red worm. 

Though deeply disgusted, she used a spell—Invisible Hand—to lift the finger-sized creature.

It looked like a bloated leech, full of blood.

She clicked her tongue in distaste.

This thing really has stubborn vitality.

Enya had already left earlier, but upon noticing a strange fluctuation in the dream barrier, she rushed back—just in time to catch the little blood worm trying to escape.

“What is this?”

Despite its leech-like appearance, the creature was clearly made of blood.

Just as she was about to store it for later examination, the blood-red worm suddenly swelled violently—then exploded.

Naturally, Enya was unharmed. 

She figured the worm must have been connected to Lune. 

Whether it was a revival mechanism or not remained uncertain.

The reason she killed Lune? 

Because he was a dangerously stupid and rotten man.

As for why she let the Guild envoy go—and declared that line about ownership—it was to make one thing clear:

This territory is mine. 

Anyone who wants to contest it, better think twice.

Since the Blood God Cult was linked to a larger organization, there was a high chance that this group also had ties to other dark cults. 

If Redpine City’s Blood God Cult was destroyed, another would simply take its place. 

In this era and world, people couldn’t live without faith—regardless of whether that faith was good or evil.

So Enya wasn’t just planning to impersonate her way in—

She intended to go public under the Blood God Cult’s banner!

And all of this?

It was, of course, to create a safe environment for Rosily to grow up—

Like building a fence around a vegetable garden, to keep the wild pigs from trampling her precious cabbage.

…

Meanwhile, on the other side—Henna turned to look at Rosily after finishing her battle.