MTLNOVEL Chapter 293: How Hypocritical
There was silence in the prison room—a tense, suffocating silence—after the words the siblings had just thrown at Premier and Foxy.
Words that cut deep.
Words that struck where it hurt most.
But nothing showed on their faces, because letting anything slip would only give their enemies the satisfaction of knowing they had struck a nerve. Their expressions stayed neutral, almost apathetic.
"So? Cat got your tongue?" Mortis said, his voice dripping with disdain and sarcasm as his gaze pinned Premier in place.
"Do you think that by flipping the situation and talking about us, it will help you feel better?" Foxy's voice sliced through the air, cold and sharp.
"If you think so, then that means you're just as stupid as we've always thought."
The siblings' brows furrowed again, the tension in the air tightening like a wire pulled to its limit.
But Foxy didn't care anymore.
"Instead of admitting your mistakes, instead of recognizing that sealing away the only person who cared about you more than herself was the dumbest choice you could've made… you are standing here pretending you had the right to do it?"
She laughed. A short, mocking laugh that said she found the whole thing pathetic.
"You thought you had the right simply because you decided it was the best solution?"
"So that means, whenever you feel like it, you can strip someone of their freedom—just because you think it will save them—without even asking what they want?"
"How hypocritical."
That was the breaking point.
A crushing wave of death intent exploded in the prison as all three siblings' restraint shattered at once.
Their eyes burned with a fury beyond reason, locking on Premier and Foxy with such a cold, suffocating gaze that the two beasts dropped instantly to their knees, their breath caught in their throats.
Their eyes went wide in disbelief. They could feel the Originals' power pressing on their very souls, making it seem as if, at any moment, their soul itself might shatter.
It was that heavy. That dreadful.
At that moment, the siblings didn't care about consequences.
They knew this was reckless—foolish, even—but after everything that had happened to them recently, they were already teetering on the edge.
They were Originals, born to command, to rule without question.
And now, chained and bound, they had to stand here while beasts far too young and insignificant to even look them in the eye under normal circumstances lectured them about life, about what they should have done…without knowing anything?
Did they think it was easy to turn almost every race in the universe against you?
Did they think it was easy—willingly—to make yourself the enemy of a Progenitor?
That would be beyond stupidity.
…But somehow, they had managed to do exactly that today.
"Really… what's going on with people daring to try things with me lately?" Noah's voice suddenly echoed through the chamber, and in an instant, the suffocating pressure from the Originals vanished.
He appeared above them, standing weightless in the air, clad in his usual silver garments.
Cough. Cough. Cough.
Harsh, ragged coughs filled the space as Premier and Foxy tried to catch their breath, sweat and fear streaming down their faces. But beneath the fear was another emotion burning hotter—anger.
A deep, seething anger that wanted to tear the world apart. Anger so intense that their bodies trembled, their auras flaring uncontrollably.
Wind surged with violent speed before sharpening into invisible blades, the kind that would slice anything below SSS rank to pieces in less than a second.
And the world around them twisted, reality itself warping into a swirling mess of colors looked like illusion.
They were losing control.
Their instincts as beasts were overwhelming them, forcing them to submit to that primal urge. And that instinct wanted only one thing…kill the Originals.
But—
"Sleep." Noah's voice was soft, but it carried finality.
The two beasts dropped instantly, unconscious, their bodies slumping in place.
Noah descended slowly, his steps soundless as he came to stand beside his two adoptive children. Then he looked up at the siblings.
A cold smile touched his lips, his eyes gleaming with something dark.
"How lucky you are to be Shadeva's siblings… truly… extremely lucky, I'd say."
"Because do you know what would've happened to you if you weren't?" His steps were unhurried as he moved toward the bars, stopping just before them.
The siblings stiffened. Their hearts quickened.
They could sense… nothing from Noah.
No aura. No killing intent. No presence.
He looked like an ordinary man—an unfairly beautiful one, yes—but nothing more.
And that terrified them. Especially Sylphira, who knew all too well just how horrifying Noah could be.
They stayed silent. Maybe they didn't know how to answer him. Maybe they simply didn't have the courage.
Noah's gaze was unreadable.
"I have a little question for you and this time, if you don't answer, you'll regret it dearly…"
His tone was low, dangerous.
He leaned toward them, his voice still low but now laced with sarcasm. "Tell me… do you think you deserve Shadeva's love?"
The question froze them. Their minds went blank.
Do they deserve it?
They had never even asked themselves that.
It had never crossed their minds that they might not. They were her siblings—if they didn't deserve her love, then who would?
Noah saw it instantly, and a laugh escaped him.
"So, because she's your sister, she has to love you, and you automatically deserve her love by default?"
"If not us, then who?" Ebony shot back, gritting her teeth as she forced herself to meet his eyes.
"We were the first to know her. The first to be with her. The first to show her love."
"If we're playing that game," Noah said, his voice now like ice, "then you were also the first to show her betrayal. The first to give her pain. The first to make her feel loathing… insecurities… trauma."
The more he spoke, the uglier their expressions became.
"It was to—"
"Save me your bullshit," Noah cut in coldly.
"I'm not usually one to get involved in matters between siblings… but Shadeva is my wife now, so I'm compelled to act."
"And I have only one thing to tell you…"
His voice dropped lower, darker.
"You will wish for death if you hurt Shadeva in any way from now on. And also…"
The smile he gave them was empty—soulless. His eyes were void of all warmth.
The siblings trembled, collapsing to the ground as a presence unlike anything they had felt before sank into their souls, ready to tear them apart from the inside out.
"…touch my children again," Noah said softly, "and see what happens to you."
—End of chapter 293—