In This Rebirth, The Male Lead Is Mine [BL]

Chapter 252: Remember (1)

At this moment, Kamille could not care less about his spatial abilities or if his true identity would be exposed. Either way, this world was destined to become a battlefield.

Kamille appeared precisely in the familiar building where Blue was currently staying. The shattered window had already been restored. His brows moved slightly, and the window crumbled once more.

He went inside, and unlike the last time, there was no one waiting for him there. Kamille’s indifferent gaze swept the room, but he did not see any hidden compartments.

Kamille did not leave or pursue the others. Instead, he waited for them to come. Without waiting long, the members with Epsilon arrived.

The other froze where they stood when they saw Kamille. Some wanted to exclaim words of complaints, but the oppressive air in the room made them unable to utter a word.

Epsilon at the center, wrapped in gauze, stared at Kamille warily. The confidence he had when he met Kamille last time was nowhere to be found.

"Why are you here?" Still, Epsilon managed to inquire with a louder voice than intended.

He was not composed at all. His wounds had yet to heal, and the torment he experienced last time was something he had dreaded for the past few days.

Kamille’s appearance had recovered to some extent, but his crimson pupils were still a shade darker.

"Mitchel. Where is Mitchel?"

The others fell silent, and Epsilon furrowed his brows slightly.

After a while, someone in front found some courage and stepped up.

"Why are you looking for our Guild Leader? Are you going to hurt him, too?" His words made the others become more vigilant against Kamille, their hatred could be seen.

Kamille shifted his gaze at him. "Do you know where he is?" He asked calmly again.

Epsilon bit his lips, his hands trembling slightly. For him, Kamille’s voice was not calm. It was eerie and terrifying.

"What made you think we’d tell you his whereabouts if we knew?" The man sneered; the fear in his heart, in talking like this to Kamille, was overshadowed by his emotions.

The others were the same. Only Epsilon was silent, seemingly not intending to say anything.

Kamille swept his eyes around them. His patience had long run out. The three days he tried finding Rise, he was hopeful, but it increased the uncertainty.

With uncertainty, the madness that grew within him continued to be nourished. If no one could calm him, this madness would explode any minute now.

"Do you all intend to hide your Guild Leader?" Kamille solemnly asked.

The man wanted to bravely respond again, but the word became stuck in his throat, and a foreboding feeling crept inside him. He swallowed, his heartbeat increasing.

It was not just him. Everyone, even Epsilon, felt the same sensation. Before they could react, the whole room turned dark. They could not help but huddle against each other.

The way they look at Kamille now was more of horror than the initial hatred. In this room, it was as though he became the grim reaper, ready to harvest their lives.

No. He was more like the King of Hell himself.

"What are you going to do?" The man in front shouted. It was obvious that he was also anxious, and yelling like this alleviated it somehow.

Epsilon had conflicted emotions in his gaze. His desire to provoke Kamille dwindled after what he did. What was more, he was still injured. He also realized that being unable to die was also a curse.

Kamille exhaled slightly, and the whole room witnessed another horrifying scene. The moment the black fire appeared, Epsilon’s eyes shook, and the memories of a few days ago flashed in his mind. He could not help but step back.

It was such a traumatizing incident.

The others shivered and forgot to breathe for a moment. One of the women behind looked at the fires, and her face paled, remembering that scene.

In the other world.

"That!" she exclaimed and pointed at the fire in horror. "It’s the black fire!"

"Black fire? What black fire?"

The woman’s knees buckled, and she leaned on those beside her. She answered with her lips trembling.

"The destroyed city... the black fire..." While her words seemed incoherent, even those that did not enter the other world became familiar with the incident inside.

For a moment, they went silent and only watched the black fires.

"You are... that villain?" The man pointed at Kamille.

Kamille’s brows moved.

"Villain, huh?" He did not look at the man who accused him and met Epsilon’s gaze. "What do you think?" he asked.

Epsilon swallowed and glared at Kamille.

"Everyone! Fight him!"

He did not care anymore. The objects inside the room floated, and the other’s movements followed him. They could die fighting! Any doubts and fears that surfaced upon seeing the fire were overwhelmed by Epsilon’s words.

"Why..." Kamille indifferently watched them. "...is it hard to ask someone’s whereabouts these days?"

As the words fell, the wind roared and swept the whole room. The windows shattered further, and this commotion was even bigger than the last time. Accompanied by the wind was the fire that was capable of corrupting and obliterating anything.

Soon, screams resounded throughout the building. And the fire was not stopping. The surrounding area was instantly engulfed. Hell had descended in the capital!

This happened four days ago, and the damage he had done might have been astronomical by now. Rise had no way of knowing this. He had just woken up from his one week of sleep and was too weak to escape on his own.

There was nothing on him, either. Most of the items on his body were confiscated by the damn traitor. The drawers were filled with new clothes. He might be able to steal some weapons from the kitchen, but he was currently an ordinary person with his mana restrictions. He could not overpower the espers guarding him.

Not to mention the fucker who had no intention to leave this place at all. Was he truly giving all the rights of managing his guild to Epsilon? What kind of insanity was this?

After a day of recovery, Rise did not need to support himself while walking, but he could not run fast yet. He was biding his time to escape. The situation seemed hopeless now, but Rise did not think he would not get any opportunity later.

So, instead of sulking and acting difficult, Rise did not neglect his health. He ate what was served to him and slept peacefully. He needed to always be fully rested until that opportunity arrived.