Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1106

With Cassarae's Class Quest looming overhead, the Florineth would have to be dealt with one way or another. But destroying a family didn't mean killing every single living being that was among it. If that was the case, when Cassarae got the Quest to take down the United Coalition of Terranova, she would have had to kill both Sylas and herself since they were both born and raised in the nation. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

No, Cassarae's Class Quest only demanded that the structure that made the target, well… the target, be taken down. A certain percentage of its leaders and important structures had to be cut down and erased.

But the irony of it all was that the reason the Florineth had become a target for Cassarae was because of Nyssa. Cassarae was most definitely a very jealous wife, and she didn't want anyone near Sylas.

By the same token, though, Sylas couldn't just let Cassarae kill Nyssa just because, while he also didn't actually care what happened to the rest of the Florineth.

"The way you say that…" Nyssa's voice trailed off.

She didn't want to say it out loud as though it would make it real, but she was also confused. Why did it sound like Sylas wanted to deal with her Florineth Race? If he was going to take anyone down, shouldn't it be the Kaelthar or the Dazeth? Why was he targeting the Valeria?

"You don't seem as confident as usual," Sylas suddenly said, catching Nyssa off guard again.

"I…"

Nyssa shook her head and looked down. It was easy to be confident when you had all the power in your hands. It was substantially harder when you controlled basically nothing.

Here she was, just hoping that Sylas would throw her a bone.

By comparison, if it was Cassarae, she would probably be cursing Sylas to the high heavens by now, calling him ungrateful and a waste of air.

Suddenly, Sylas found himself missing her. It was a peculiar feeling, and he wondered just how much that had to do with the Lust Seed, and how much of that was just all him.

Maybe blaming the Lust Seed was a bit too ridiculous of him. It wasn't as though it was there to elicit such feelings. If that was the case, it would point its spear at Nyssa instead.

In the end, Sylas shook his head. Nyssa wasn't the woman he thought she was. Given her interaction right now, she wouldn't be of use at all.

She was indecisive, nervous, and might easily be exposed when the time came. It was clear to him in an instant why she was inferior to her elder sister.

But by the same token, she was his only easy path to doing what he wanted to do.

Nyssa deflated as she seemed to tell what Sylas was thinking. It was hard to build up confidence in a place like her family when all anyone tried to do was cut her down.

She wanted to try and at least put on her usual facade, but that was impossible when she knew how important Sylas' next actions were to her.

If Sylas chose to ignore her again, or even kill her, or maybe use her and toss her to the side again, there would be nothing she could do about it. The weight of that was pressing down as heavily upon her as the mountain on Sylas' shoulders, and it was hindering her own thoughts.

It was hard, too hard to just ignore the gravity of the situation and press forward.

"They're an information network well respected across the universe. They're actually quite the interesting organization because they are almost like an open secret of sorts. They dabble in espionage and information collection, and yet they're open and above board without any intention of hiding themselves.

"They weave into and out of elite circles, some of their best well known across the Sector, and yet no one ever targets them. Do you know why?"

"They're too powerful?" Nyssa guessed.

"No. They know too much."

Nyssa's pupils trembled.

"It's another form of power, and one probably just as important. Knowledge is as much of a weapon as your fist, and sometimes it's even more powerful. No one is entirely sure how strong the Petals of the Seeing Thorn are, or how deep they run, but no one ever wants to find out because they just might already have a hold of your weakness."

"… Why are you saying this? Is this supposed to try and comfort me?"

"I don't really care about comforting you, to be candid. I do not know you, and though I can acknowledge that you helped me a great deal back then, I hate myself for it. You can do with that information what you please, but I'm telling you this now personally because I can give you an opportunity to spark something new.

"But if you are too afraid to even take the chance, then I will change my plans."