Beauty in the beast world
Chapter 178: Wings owner

Chapter 178: Wings owner

"You don’t know?" Blake’s question brought Darcio out of his endeavor.

The old sage looked up at him and grimly shook his head, "I’m not able to discern anything, your majesty"

Noah’s hopeful gaze too flattered for a moment but he soon relaxed and get up from the bed, "I should go and check once with the witch masters from my tribe"

This was the only solution he could come up with after hearing Darcio’s negative response. Noah just hoped that his tribe’s witch masters were successful in developing the antidote.

Blake nodded in approval, "Then I will go and bring Demir. Maybe he has found out something"

After their departure, only Darcio and Xavier were remaining inside the room.

Xavier didn’t know what to do and tried to concentrate on controlling his powers inside the cubs. Whereas, Darcio’s wariness increased with only them being inside the enclosed space.

One that was helping the cubs right now was Xavier but Darcio didn’t know why he felt uncomfortable with that fact. Maybe it was due to the vision he had, Darcio didn’t like Xavier near the cubs.

And as for Xavier, his senses could discern the hostile gaze directed at him but he decided to not pay any attention to it. The one staring at him was not someone that could harm him. In Xavier’s eyes, the old stranger was just like an annoying fly. Xavier was not the one to hold prejudice against others before knowing them but it can not be the same with others.

’Well you are doing the very same thing with that pretty female’ his conscience mocked him as soon as he finished thinking but Xavier ignored it.

The matter regarding his prejudice against that pretty female had nothing to do with the current situation or so he convinced himself to think like that.

It was not like he was wrong. That pretty female was indeed hogging all of the powerful males with her beauty. Maybe she wanted to rule over the entire beast world with her powerful pets.

With all of his assumptions, Xavier failed to notice that he was feeling bitter about her having so many males around her. He decided to divert the anger that he was feeling from his envious thoughts toward that pretty female. He thought that she should let all of her mates fight and choose only the most powerful one to stay by her side. Someone like him, who could protect her better than all of her mates combined.

"What the...." Xavier’s thoughts came to a sudden halt when he recalled all of the absurd things that he was thinking. He was embarrassed at himself. Xavier wanted to disappear into thin air even though no one knew about his thoughts.

Meanwhile, Darcio kept thinking about the vision that he had. He could not even consider that as something serious because it was not a proper prophecy that he had received on designated days. Only when the moon turned full would he receive a prophecy and the number of times that he had them all his life could be counted in fingers. So, seeing a sudden vision like that was the first time in his long life.

He sighed and glanced back and the cubs. Now the important thing was to cure them, so he once again started to observe the spirit wings in his hands. It was a small pair of crystal wings. Similar to ice...Darcio looked back at Xavier.

"Your majesty?"

Xavier turned around with a frown as Darcio continued, "Can you examine the spirit wings?"

Xavier raised his brows at the outstretched hands. Not a long ago, the old sage was glaring daggers at him and now the same sage was eager to ask a favor from him.

Still, he took the crystal-like wings from Darcio’s hands. His indifferent eyes narrowed as soon as he touched the wings. As though to make sure, he closed his eyes and examined it.

But he snapped opened his eyes the next moment and murmured, "It’s ice...." To be specific, it was made of ice magic. And the magic utilized was a familiar one.

"Uncle Henrick" Xavier was in disbelief as he mumbled to himself. Then he used his powers to melt the ice and the next sight to greet him was a pair of ash grey-colored wings with feathers.

Darcio’s eyes went wide. It was difficult for one to see the inside of the crystal but after melting, small feathered wings could be seen. But most importantly, the color of the wings resembled King Victor’s. Darcio sometimes saw the vulture king turning into his beast form and these small wings resembled his big ones.

And the most disturbing part about this was the clotted blood stains at the root of those small wings. It was as though.....someone had forcibly plucked the wings from a baby vulture.

Darcio turned his face away as he dared to imagine the little owner of those wings.

Xavier too realized the origin of these wings and wrinkled his forehead. The only thing that stopped him from throwing them away was the faint magic inside them.

He looked at Darcio and said, "The vulture king might be able to wield them now"

Darcio nodded and left to inform Victor about it.

Victor frowned when he sensed Darcio behind the door and got up to open the door.

"What is it?" He was feeling irritated. The only thing he wanted to do now was stay beside his mate and he didn’t appreciate someone disturbing it.

Darcio fretted in his place but soon parted his lips, "Your majesty the spirit wings....."

"What about that thing?"

"I think you should take a look at it" Darcio carefully said before stretching his palm towards Victor.

Victor looked down at his hand in confusion but the thing that he saw made all the blood drain from his face. He timidly reached his shivering hand to touch it but he felt his stomach churn with disgust and disbelief as soon as he did.

How could he not remember it? All of the memories that contributed to his nightmares came back to him...

(Several years ago)

"I-i’m sorry father..." Said little victor while his entire body trembled with fright.

Only a day before did he learn to shift into his beastman form and was in a lot of pain. The shift was early and that caused him physical pain. But all of this did not matter to the elders or his father. The elders were happy to see him shifting so early and said that it was possible because his father was a powerful beastman and Victor inherited his father’s abilities.

A powerful beastman. Yes, his father was a very powerful beastman who was respected by the entire tribe. His father losing his mother and becoming a stray beast did not stop him from holding the throne. It was because his father the king was capable enough to suppress his stray side.

Or that was what the entire tribe believed. But behind closed doors, only Victor and his siblings knew about their father’s true face.

His father constantly reminded them that they were murderers. The ones to kill their mother and them receiving his beatings was their way of redemption.

Little Victor likewise believed it and took all the beatings without any words but today was different, No it was difficult.

"Sorry.....sorry....." He dared to mumble in his little voice as his father lashed out at him.

"It was because of you!" Shouted his father, "You are a brat who took my mate away!"

Victor whimpered and screamed but his father didn’t stop. As he was on the brink of losing consciousness, a small figure stood in front of him while covering him with small wings.

"Brother....." Victor whispered anxiously. His father didn’t like when someone interrupted him while beating and Victor was scared that the anger would be shifted to his brother.

"Vincent move!" His father growled but his bother stood rooted in his place and didn’t move.

Victor could see it. His father was losing his temper as time passed and as though proving his guess, Vincent’s small body was dragged from him.

"You dare!" His father yelled with anger-filled eyes. Vincent shuddered and that made his father smile.

"I thought about doing this to that brat but it will be you now"

Victor struggled to keep his eyes open due to the beating but he flinched when he heard a loud screech following his father’s words. He lifted his trembling gaze and a painful groan left his mouth seeing his brother’s ripped wings.

He saw his brother’s small body fall to the ground. With a slight spasm, Vincent’s body came to halt and Victor realized that his brother was no more.

Victor was left in shock as his father called in his trusted aide and handed him the ripped wings, "Will this do?"

"Yes, your majesty"

Little Victor didn’t know what they were discussing about but he only knew that he would be in his brother’s position if he didn’t shift to his beastman form so early.

His father was weirdly happy when he saw him shift into his beastman form. Victor was always the most hated one amongst his siblings, but only then did his father look pleased with him.

But he never thought that this would cost his brother’s life.

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