Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2002

Zeke asked, “Let me ask you this, then. Is your clan responsible for the Village of Livestock?”

Erwen shook her head. “In the name of the Holy Maiden, I swear that the White Muraco Clan isn't responsible for the Village of Livestock. That place was made by the Black Muraco Clan.”

“Then why did you feed the villagers three meals a day? Aren't you indirectly helping the Black Muraco Clan by doing that?”

“What kind of logic is that?” Yazmin defended, “We feed the villagers three meals a day, and now we're accomplices to the Black Muraco Clan? Are you asking us to watch the villagers die from hunger? Is that justice? Let me tell you something. Black Muraco Clan is the one that forced us to feed the villagers, and if we don't, they'll no doubt die of hunger. All the food they eat comes right out of our clan's already meager food supply. In fact, the children there are eating better than ours!”

“Don't lie to me. I know those children were there to cultivate the cursed parasitic worms. You feed them food so you can use them as a living vessel for those worms.”

“That's ridiculous!” she shouted. “The worms inside their bodies are planted there by the Black Muraco Clan! After those worms mature, the Black Muraco Clan will harvest them! We don't get any benefits from the whole exchange! Those worms suck all nutrients from those children. If we don't feed them every day, they would've been turned into mummies a long time ago. In other words, we've been trying to save the village!”

Zeke remained silent as he had already guessed much of what Yazmin told him.

Seeing how sincere she is, it would appear that she isn't lying and that the White Muraco Clan is indeed innocent. This means all the blame is on the Black Muraco Clan.

Zeke asked, “Has the White Muraco Clan ever had any contact with Netherworld before?”

Yazmin and Erwen were confounded by the term. “We've never heard of that word before.”

Erwen then continued, “I've heard that some demons have joined the Black Muraco Clan. Those demons are really powerful, so much so that they can manipulate the weather. Are those demons a part of the Netherworld you speak of? Ever since they arrived in the Black Muraco Clan, the clan began to grow Heart Eaters in the Village of Livestock.”

Demons? Zeke wondered if the demons she mentioned were Daemonium and Warren.

He nodded. “It's possible that those demons you mentioned came from Netherworld. In that case, there's nothing for you to worry about. I'll protect the White Muraco Clan and make sure the Black Muraco Clan doesn't destroy you all.”

After he finished speaking, he left.

Once he was out of their sight, Yazmin piped up carefully, “Say, do you think Mr. Williams' goal is to confront the demons who arrived in the Black Muraco Clan?”

Erwen sighed. “I don't know, but those demons are too strong. As powerful as Mr. Williams is, I don't think he can fight multiple of them at the same time. They probably aren't on the same level.”

“You're right... I won't disturb you any further. You should rest now.” Yazmin left with a face full of disappointment.

Unbeknownst to them, someone had been secretly observing them from around the corner of the corridor that led to Erwen's room.

After everyone had left, the figure also snuck away silently.

That person was none other than the tattooed man who had been beaten up by Zeke in the Village of Livestock, Peter Muraco.

Peter scowled as his fists tightened. “You think you can just leave after beating me up and causing so much trouble for the White Muraco Clan? You must be dreaming! If I don't sacrifice you to the Black Muraco Clan, my clan is doomed. That's why you must die!”

He closed his eyes before an idea flashed into his mind.

Like a shadow, he sneaked into the clan leader's home.

After making sure no one was around, he jumped onto the third floor through the back window and entered a small bedroom.

That bedroom belonged to Mona, who was currently sleeping soundly on the bed.

She was so adorable that it would melt anyone's heart just by looking at her.

Staring at her adorable face, Peter hesitated.