Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

If not Elektra, who else?

But now, the Queen of Monsters had lost some of her shine, wavering in the sky as she shook from head to toe.

It was a mistake—a terrible mistake. She just had to wait. To be patient, wait, and it would have all figured itself out. The Lyssandra she was trying to resurrect was with her teacher all along. The Gaiseric that she cursed turned out to be his father's victim, and so by murdering the king and destroying the Uriah male line, she'd avenged none and wronged too many.

Even her teacher's current state—the woman who'd taught her all she knew and served as her role model growing up—was all her fault.

Why? Why did they keep her in the dark? How could she have known? What was she supposed to do? Accept injustice and take it lying down while hoping that some miracle twist would make everything right eventually? Why did it turn out this way?!

"Because you're cruel. Cruel and selfish." But as Elektra floundered in the sky, a voice came from her back, making her yelp and spin as her heart rate sped up.

Lyssandra came into view, facing her youngest sister with a wooden look.

"Cruel? Selfish? You? Out of all people YOU dare to say that I am cruel and selfish? Lyssandra…WHO THE HELL DID I DO ALL THIS FOR?" Lyssandra's words were the icing on the cake. And unable to accept such words from Lyssandra's mouth, Elektra snapped, her eyes going bloodshot.

The yakshini, however, stayed composed, never losing the poise of a noblewoman.

"For yourself of course. As far as I recall, I never once asked you to avenge me. Or could I have possibly forgotten? Unlikely. So, Elektra, please don't blame all those corpses on me.

Because while far from perfect, I do not have a kill count in the triple digits…much less the blood of innocent children on my hands." When Lyssandra reached this point, a trace of sorrow flashed through her eyes, and she bit her lips, restraining an outburst.

Elektra couldn't recognize her sister. The original Lyssandra was just as hot-blooded as Cassandra, but a lot more immature, making her prone to mistakes. But because of those childish traits, she was also one of the most affectionate persons that Elektra knew—never shy of letting her emotions erupt, for better or worse.

But now…she felt so cold. Why did she feel so cold?

"Don't get me wrong. You're my sister. I cannot turn against you—especially not for the Uriah. But on the way to accomplishing your goals, you seem to have forgotten that most of the people you killed once called me 'Your Majesty.' Treating me with honor and respect.

We may not have ended on the best terms, but the house of Uriah…was for centuries my family. Elektra, you have destroyed about a quarter of my family. And you did it with a mantra you learned from our teacher? Of all the abilities at your disposal, you had to use the Withering Curse?

You were not trying to avenge me. But to vent your frustration in the most complete and thorough way imaginable. And I'm not surprised, because Elektra…you were always like this. You…only see your world," Lyssandra said in a relaxed tone, casually dropping words that shattered her sister's heart.

But as the monster queen went into a daze, with tears trickling down her cheeks, her sister walked past her, whispering in her ear.

"In the 1,000 years of her infernal rule over this continent, Akamana has only exterminated one house. And that was in the Holy Continent. You have already done worse here in the Purple Dawn than the Grand Priestess of Ahriman has in a millennium. Let that sink in…

But in truth, I must thank you. For so long I've been jealous. Not of your peerless beauty, not even your talent that I honestly think I could have used much better…but because Her Majesty was biased towards you.

I was also her student. Why was it you who got to learn everything and stay at her side at all times? Why could it not be me? So young yet you replaced my centuries of hard work in a finger snap. Not just because you were more gifted, but because she doted on you more.

That…always pissed me off.

But then she brought me back as a Golden Palace Yakshini noble, and I realized that she wasn't trying to be biased towards you. Just that she realized that of all her students…you needed the most attention.

As for what she didn't teach…we just couldn't learn. But now thanks to you, the road to standing firm beside Her Majesty...has finally opened." The former queen blew her sister a kiss, vanishing in a twister of emerald flames.

Elektra's soul followed her heart to the grave, and she dropped to the ground, drifting into the distance with no clear direction in mind.

Meanwhile, Vel regained her composure, flashing Mithras a warm and gentle smile.

"Thank you, Mithras. I haven't been able to enjoy it for long, but for the little that I've seen, your company…is always a delight," the demon queen said, and the moment next, a sanguine key shaped like a one-legged skeleton appeared in her right hand, flying towards Mithras.

The dragon youth caught it with impeccable reflex, studying the odd-looking key with suspicion.

"Someone gotta be the entertainer in the room. Otherwise, we'd all get bored to death.

Now what the hell is this?" Mithras asked, his attention shifting between the key and demon queen.

"A key to the Sanctuary's Mausoleum of Evil where, among other things, you can get baptized in the Blood Lake to unlock all the powers of a Fylkir and achieve a new transformation," the queen said, instantly causing Mithras' brows to arch in excitement.

"You got my attention," Mithras said with an impish tone, prompting the queen to let out a mild chuckle.

"Most people do not know that there is a lot more than one Fylkir bloodline. It's pretty obvious when you think about it. The Blood Aristocracy formed around Hadubrangr, meaning that there is more than one first-generation Blood Noble—seven, in fact. The seven Fylkirs.

Two interest you. Your father, Odoacer di Hadubrangr, and his number one vassal: the Blood Marquess Sucuria.

So long as Odoacer breathes, the Fylkirs are all immortal, so they will once again unite under him. But if you can conquer Sucuria, defeating Odoacer shouldn't be that difficult.

Because while Odoacer was chosen to lead them and is by far the strongest, it is Sucuria who started the ritual that created the Fylkirs and the entire Blood Aristocracy. So it's likely only through Sucuria that you can find the way to end your old man once and for all.

And I have a feeling that whatever you awaken in the Sanctuary…will bring you infinitely close to poaching Odoacer's top general. The problem is finding her, and I've solved it for you." Here, Vel'Asha snapped her fingers, conjuring the projection of a blue-haired woman Mithras recognized in a flash.

"Headmistress Achai?"

"Yes, Suri di Achai, formerly the Headmistress of the Red Cloud Theocracy, and now the Dean of the Jace-Faced Academy…is the Blood Marquess. More specifically, the real Suri was possessed by Sucuria a long time ago so she could keep an eye on Elektra.

Akamana just sent me the tip. Right after announcing that she was stealing Springtime City and adding it to the Angra capital." Vel spoke as if nothing was surprising about her words. Mithras, however, bugged and stammered, wondering if his brain had not received too many blows recently.

"She stole…a city? In one day? How is that even possible?" Imagining the scene of Akamana flying away with Springtime City on her shoulders, Mithras lost it.

But having known Akamana for five centuries, Vel was used to much worse. And was just glad Akamana only stole the city without putting it under new management.

"And she's even giving us a chance to win it back. She wants you in the Jade-Faced Academy to negotiate on the royal family's behalf. Even got your invitation ready as a five-star recruit.

By the way, there are only five stars. So clearly, Mana can't wait to play with you again.

So, Mithras, will you represent the royal family...in the Jade-Faced Academy?"