LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 403: The Hound?
"Wow, he's so handsome."
"Damn, this is the first time I'm seeing someone with two different types of eyes."
"Is he even human?"
"Yes, he is. There are people with such features; they're just rare."
"Keep your voices low—he's close."
In one of the numerous streets of the Vermilion Royal Capital, a tall man with flowing dark hair and a pair of crimson and sapphire eyes was walking down a street. This man was, of course, none other than Amos.
There was a look of annoyance on his face as he walked.
'These humans are too noisy. Their whispers are no different from talking out loud,' he thought with a subtle frown on his face.
One might wonder what he was doing outside the academy at this time when classes were ongoing.
The answer to this question was rather simple: he was out here looking for his Liege.
Amos's informant had told him that the most likely place the Hound of the Church of False Hope could be located was the Royal Capital.
For the past five years, he had made it a habit to explore the capital every single day.
His dedication was frightening. There was a 99 percent chance that most people would've given up, but Amos was very committed.
But even for someone like him, he could only stay committed for so long.
After seeing no results for half a decade, he was beginning to think about going to another city or even a different kingdom to continue his search.
No, he didn't plan on giving up; he only planned to change his location.
"Tsk, I was planning to look for him a bit more seriously today since it's the last day, but oh well, I need to find this Nox kid," Amos sighed with a defeated look on his face.
According to the Headmistress, he went to the Adventurer's Guild, so if Amos wanted to look for him, his best bet was to head there.
Just a few steps past the group of humans who were pointing and whispering about him, he began to notice something strange.
A silver grin flashed through his eyes when he noticed a dark demonic statue.
He was at first skeptical about the statue, thinking it could just be the work of an artist. However, as he drew closer, his mouth hung open slightly, and his eyes trembled.
"H-how." He stammered. "What is this statue doing in the human domain of all places?"
Even if Amos forgot his entire life, he could never forget this statue.
This statue was none other than the statue of Volgrath, one of the three gods of the Demonic Empire and the Patron God for the Chaos class!
A class that was only eligible for the Demonic Empire and other non-human races on Eos.
'The god of chaos, Volgrath, was known for destruction. That stupid king—does he even know what he's doing by placing this statue here? Is he not aware that all Awakened receive a boost in stats when they are close to the statue of their Patron God?'
No matter which angle he looked at it from, all Amos could think was that this was pure stupidity.
It was then that he suddenly had a wild but sensible idea. A strange light glinted in his eyes as he muttered under his breath.
"Could it be that he has been possessed? Or is he being controlled by a high-ranking demon?"
There were only two kinds of beings that could possess and control a human:
Higher demons.
Amos suspected that this could be the doing of a higher demon—a very powerful one. Far more powerful than him as well.
"Well, the human race doesn't really concern me. I won't meddle in their affairs," Amos thought as he left the scene.
It didn't take long for him to arrive at the Adventurer's Guild.
Amos stepped into the Adventurer's Guild, the familiar noise of chatter, clinking weapons, and rowdy laughter surrounding him. His crimson and sapphire eyes scanned the busy hall briefly before he approached the reception desk.
A young woman with blonde hair tied into a neat bun greeted him with a practiced smile. "Good day, sir. How may I assist you?"
'Hmmm, this is the second expert for today. I wonder what he wants,' the woman thought.
"I'm looking for someone," Amos said bluntly, leaning against the counter. "His name is Nox. Dark hair with strands of red, around this tall." He gestured with his hand. "Dangerous dark eyes. He might've been here recently."
The receptionist furrowed her brow, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't recall anyone like that."
Amos frowned. "Think harder. He's not exactly the type you'd miss."
It was very rare to find someone with eyes as dark and ominous as Nox.
The woman hesitated but eventually shook her head again. "I'm sorry, sir. No one by that description has checked in or taken any quests today."
Amos narrowed his eyes, his annoyance flaring. "You're certain?"
"Yes," the receptionist replied firmly, before adding, "However, there was someone unusual earlier. A masked individual. He took on a quest under the name… The Hound."
The moment she uttered that name, Amos froze. His expression, usually calm and composed, darkened instantly.
"The Hound?" he repeated, his voice low and cold. The receptionist flinched slightly, sensing the shift in his demeanor.
"Yes," she said cautiously. "He came in not long ago. Took a quest involving a Level 5 rift close to the city walls. He was… unusual. Wore a dark cloak, mask, didn't say much."
Amos's mind raced. The Hound. That name wasn't one people casually used. It wasn't just a title—it was a mark, a signifier of someone bound to the Church of False Hope. If this masked individual truly was the Hound, then it couldn't be a coincidence.
"Five years of searching… Could it really be him?" Amos thought, his fists clenching tightly. His dedication had been met with countless dead ends, but now, a flicker of hope ignited within him.
"Where exactly did he go?" Amos asked, his voice sharp.
"Towards the west. He didn't linger after taking the quest," the receptionist answered quickly.
Without another word, Amos turned on his heel, his dark hair swaying as he strode toward the exit. His heart pounded in his chest, but his expression remained cold and calculating.
"Nox can wait. If this Hound truly exists, then today is the day we'll finally meet."