Lord of Annihilation

"L-Linda! What is the meaning of this!?" 

The handsome-looking newcomer stuttered.

It was then that his eyes belatedly landed upon the average-looking man on the side. His pupils suddenly widened, followed by which his eyes alternated between the disguised figures of Lucius and Prometheus.

A look of realization suddenly shone within his eyes. Immediately following which was the fire of immutable rage.

Still, the handsome newcomer was a rational and trusting person. Even though he had arrived at an answer of his own, he still wanted to give his fiancé the benefit of the doubt.

Suppressing the fires of rage within his eyes, he drew a long, deep breath and heavily spoke, "Linda, I believe it was our agreement that you stay away from this bas—man when we agreed to get married."

"And you, Karmil! I remember telling you to stay the fu*ck away from my fiancé and not enter a 100m of her!!"

Hearing his barely-suppressed, rage-filled speech, Lucius tilted his head with ignorance while light flashed across Prometheus' eyes. His mouth opened to form a perfect 'o' shape while his right hand raised itself to point its fingers at the newcomer.

"Oh my god! OH MY GOD!" A look of immense pity appeared on his face as he continued. "You poor thing. You poor, poor thing…"

"What's the matter?" 

Unable to comprehend the mysterious language between Prometheus and the newcomer, Lucius turned around and asked.

"This guy," Prometheus pointed at himself, "has been sleeping with that guy's fiancé!" he exclaimed while pointing towards the newcomer.

"This finally answers the weird question within my head! On our way here, I was wondering why the woman's body had the odor of the man. Now, it all makes sense!"

Prometheus clapped his hands with an expression of eureka on his face.

Lucius, on the other hand, also showed an expression of understanding after learning the truth. 

"YOU PAIR OF FILTHY ADULTERERS!!"

In the ears of the newcomer, Prometheus' words of explanation were no different from direct mockery. Unable to suppress his anger anymore, the newcomer exploded into a fit of rage.

"YOU FILTHY B*TCH!! YOU PROMISED ME! YOU PROMISED ME THAT YOU HAD CUT ALL YOUR TIES WITH THAT BASTARD!!" 

Energy gathered at the palm of his hands as the irate man focused his flaming gaze towards the disguised Lucius.

"YOU LYING WH*RE!!" 

He bellowed one final time before throwing a massive fireball towards 'Karmil' (disguised Prometheus). It was a full-fledged attack by an enraged Mid-Level Stage 4 expert.

The reddish-orange fireball warped the space around it and instantly crossed the short distance. Arriving before the unguarded Prometheus, the spell was on the verge of detonation when it suddenly froze and disappeared.

Reacting only now to the sudden attack, Prometheus, cowered behind his hands and screamed.

"It wasn't me!" 

It took a second to realize that his reaction had been overly late and that a slender, pale-white hand had already appeared before him. Following the hand, his gaze landed on the expressionless 'Linda'.

'Ba-dump!' Prometheus' heart suddenly thumped at this scene. His heartbeat suddenly grew erratic as a strange feeling filled him.

'Is this love? Am I falling in love?' 

Immediately, a broad smile occupied his face as he yelled with an excited expression.

"YEAH! You show him, honey!! Show that cuckold who it is that you truly love!!" 

Unfortunately, Lucius and the handsome-looking newcomer did not hear his words. Their gazes were intensely focused on each other while their energies underwent an invisible clash.

Fortunately, however, his words were heard by almost every other Magi within this room that had gathered around after noticing the quarrel.

It had been less than two seconds since the newcomer's attack and Prometheus' excited yell. However, it was all the time that was needed for a bunch of Stage 4 Magi to gather around them and form a crowd. They simply folded their hands and watched the confrontation with an interested gaze.

"Ohoho, so the beauty, Linda, had been cheating on her fiancé with her ex-boyfriend, huh?"

"Did you not know? I thought everybody knew that already. Those two are always flirting with each other."

"Well. Everybody except Roy, the fiancé, it seems. Poor guy. I quite liked him."

"You? You hate everybody!"

"I don't get it. What does she see in Karmil anyway? He just looks so…average."

"In his face maybe. Perhaps, he's well above average in 'other' aspects. Huhuhu!"

"You mean his strength? That shouldn't be true. Karmil is from a normal working-class family while Roy is the second son of a Baron. Though a Baron is at rock-bottom amongst the nobility, it is still better than the working class, you know?"

"Haah! Why do I even try making jokes when I'm surrounded by you idiots? My previous company was a lot better."

"That's what she said!" 

Dozens of Magi chatted amongst themselves after forming a crowd. Some pointed at the disguised Prometheus and gestured with their thumbs up while others looked at Roy, the handsome-looking newcomer, with pity in their eyes.

Not a single one had the thought of intervening and putting an end to their fight.

Meanwhile, the staredown between Lucius and Roy finally came to an end. Their furious auras clashed with each other one final time and…the former came out on top.

"You--! Why!? Why did you do this to me!?" 

Roy stumbled back a few steps before he was able to properly balance himself. With blood dripping from his nose, he shot an aggrieved, bloodshot look towards Lucius and cried.

"Haven't I treated you well!? Haven't I catered to your every need!? Have I EVER mistreated you!? WHY DID YOU DO THIS!!?"

Lucius simply shook his head and muttered. 

"Fool."

Seeing the utter lack of emotions on the disguised Lucius' face, Roy's pupils suddenly shrunk. He pointed his trembling finger towards Lucius and stuttered.

"Yo-you—you're not h--!" 

His words came to an abrupt halt as his head suddenly exploded. 

Linda, or to be precise, Lucius had his fists clenched and bloody. Pieces of skull and brain matter were stuck to the surface of his fists.

Silence descended upon the scene in an instant. The crowd of Magi watched dumbly with utter shock and horror reflecting within their eyes. 

Prometheus, who remained crouched behind Lucius, looked at the dead corpse of Roy and muttered under his breath.

"Oh well, there goes our cover. Looks like we're doing Plan B after all."