Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 934

"I’m leaving."

Sylas’ mind was still trying to adjust and calculate things. The last thing he expected was for Cassarae to drop such a bomb on him when he finally got back.

She seemed so distracted by her thoughts that she didn’t even notice the changes in herself. But when Sylas saw the name of the organization and the trial she wanted to join, his eyes couldn’t help but narrow.

He had definitely heard of them before—how could he not have? The Petals of the Seeing Thorn was the same organization that the Florineth woman was a part of. Not just that, but also that guide of his who tried to bait him into participating in that competition because she thought herself clever.

Well, all things considered, she was "successful" as she could be in that endeavor. But Sylas was pretty sure that she had suffered for it greatly nonetheless.

She wasn’t nearly as clever as she thought herself to be, and because of that, Sylas knew that she had a step one but no step two. Without a clearly thought-out plan, suffering was all she would have in her future. There was a reason he hadn’t even really bothered to put her on his kill list—she was irrelevant to him.

Sylas seemed to completely forget about Free Chaos and how he was going to get his hands on Gold Genes. Looking down at Cassarae, and seeing that she had already made her decision, his lips slowly parted.

"Szorn."

"Yes, young master!"

"Petals of the Seeing Thorn. You have all the information on them?"

"An organization—."

"Yes or no."

"Yes!"

"Good. Then follow my wife."

"—Who the hell is your wife?!" Cassarae seemed to snap out of her confused daze. Even while she was explaining things to Sylas, she seemed to be in another world. But this was enough to wake her up.

"Need I remind you—?"

"Fuck the system and its naming! My last name is Hale until I say otherwise, you hear me?!"

Sylas’ lip curled slightly, then he looked to Szorn.

"Make sure she’s informed about everything. She will be taking their trial soon."

"Understood, young master!"

Sylas began to speak again, a string of Ancient Ithkuil coming out of his mouth. Szorn fell into a daze of its own as he listened.

It took a full hour before Sylas was done, but Szorn’s large, eyeball-hovering form only blinked once and then nodded.

"Understood, young master! I will remember these parameters while assisting the young mistress!"

Just now, Sylas had spent an entire hour setting Szorn’s priorities. He knew that even if Cassarae asked pointed questions, it might spin off the rails. So he made certain to point him in the right direction.

Its first priority was Cassarae’s safety. Its second priority was Cassarae’s potential. Its third priority was Cassarae’s improvement, in that order.

Of course, there were many more—and there were even more details locked within—but that would be between Szorn and himself. He didn’t want to spend another hour explaining them to Cassarae, not when he had things to do.