*I really thought you were about to mess that up*
"You thought I'd lose?!"
*No I thought you were about to slam your fists into his profane core*
"Oh yeah I was about to hah, but I remembered what you were saying earlier and switched it up mid swing."
Drakar pulled one of the bunched up scrolls from his back pocket and held in his left hand. Drakar's right hand then shot into the right side of Kenco's chest and pulled out a small blue crystal around the same size of a heart. He then wrapped the crystal with the old piece of paper and reached for the second scroll in his pocket.
"Do I really have to, like this can't be necessary."
*If you're seen were done for either way so just do it*
Drakar poured his mana into the scroll which ignite in flames and threw it into the kitchen blowing it up and creating a massive fire. Drakar then ripped off his butler outfit and threw it into the flames and flew back to his house.
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Slowly Drakar opened his bedroom window and climbed through.
*HAHAHHAAH we actually did it!*
*All right nobody say anything for this all to work he must know nothing.*
*We should probably hide the profane core somewhere he'll never find.*
*Thats why we got the plaster and paint like a year ago in case we got to hide something in a wall.*
Drakar slowly ripped a hole in his wall placing down the paper covered profane core and patched it up slowly. He then got in his night wear and jumped into bed.
*Soon we will be able to tap into all that wasted potential with that profane core.*
Profane cores are little crystals that are on the opposite side of a profane entity's chest than the heart. Not only does it give you a talent, which is a simple ability like regeneration, increased breathing ability, or better ability to fly; the profane core also holds a extremely small bit of your soul. With this little piece of the soul a skilled builder and weapons maker can create a weapon with a technique just like the blade of the Many Faced King which could duplicate itself.
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Drakar was awoken by Trish standing above him crying and shaking him vigorously. With snot running down here nose in a pained cry Trish yelled at him.
"Why would you do that, how did you think you'll ever get away with it. There going to burn you alive for this young master."
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"I don't have time for games Drakar come on I already packed all your clothes and a bit of money you have to escape now"
"I'm not escaping anything what the hell are you actually talking about? Explain it like I hypothetically don't know."
"Kenco's entire house burned down him and all 15 of his servants are dead found with many different stab wounds."
Drakar allowed himself to be shocked for a couple seconds to digest his thoughts.
'Either someone wishes for me to become the representative or they wish to frame me'
"Trish unpack my stuff then leave my room, I wont run since I'm innocent, but you really shouldn't be near me. This is an order."
After Trish left him Drakar whispered to himself.
"I don't remember having any enemies or allies even remotely this strong"
*Davis?*
*He's influential, but there isn't a man we know more careful than him, there's no way he'd do this.*
"So I must be getting framed, but by who."
*Mr. and Ms. Ankeh possibly.*
*Yeah they dislike us, but not to this degree.*
"I got it! It has to have been one of Kenco's enemies. It's so obvious they must have a rat on the inside, this easily takes the blame off them; it also leads to confusion and hatred within the family. That must be it, such a perfect play can't just be coincidence."
*Alright now we just have to find out who it is.*
*They will definitely put us on trail, but its fine*
Right as Drakar turned around and opened the door to go walk outside and turn himself in he saw Madam Hestia in the hallway.
Before he could process what was happening two guillotine blades fell down snipping Drakar's wings and cutting off both of Drakar's forearms. A crushing pressure then fell down upon Drakar and stopped him from regenerating or circulating any of his mana. Black and dark red chains shot at him leaving behind trails of golden dust. All he could do was scream out in pain and cry from the shock of being dismembered.
Madam Hestia walked up and grabbed the chains entrapping Drakar. Then in a calm tone ignoring Drakar screaming from pain.
"Hello child, I believe it's time for your trial."
Soon all the people of the Mammon household were able to see the spectacle. Madam Hestia walked through the courtyard calmy dragging a screaming Drakar across the pavement leaving behind a trail of blood and golden dust.