Modern World Warlock-Chapter 221: The Cartel’s Leaders
After the Onyx Cartel proposed that Camille become Don Darius's wife, the meeting went silent for a few seconds.
Out of all the different things the cartel could have asked, marriage with Camille wasn't something anyone expected.
Still, Dante was even more confused than the others. He was the only one who knew Don Darius's real identity, and a request like that was utterly strange from someone like him.
Camille scoffed and let out a sarcastic chuckle, breaking the silence and placing her palm on her face with annoyance.
"I should have guessed you were also going to be disgusting perverts," Camille mockingly replied.
"Don't misunderstand me, Silver Lady—This isn't something I would lightly ask," Don Darius said, his expression stern and his tone severe.
"Am I supposed to be honored or something?" Camille asked, sharpening her gaze without expecting an answer.
"After you were planning on assassinating me—After all the pain you brought to my people… Did you really think I would accept such a stupid proposal?" The Winter handler continued, crossing her arms.
"I'd rather die than let you place a single finger on me," she said, her tone laced with rage.
The rest of the groups kept listening in silence, feeling nervous about Camille's boldness when it came to talking to the most dangerous man in the entire meeting.
Dante had never seen Camille in such a state of anger, even after finding out that Nihilor had brainwashed her father, and he was a bit worried that she would entice the man into attacking her.
Still, Don Darius wasn't fazed by her words. Instead, the man's opinion of Camille only seemed to grow.
Suddenly, Dante noticed another fluctuation of umbra coming from Darius, who turned to whisper something to Noah once again.
"Camille, let's look for a peaceful resolution to this whole conflict…" Noah said aloud, apparently repeating Darius' words.
*Tch!* The Winter handler clicked her tongue in disapproval.
If the cartel had made that proposal for peace eight years ago, she wouldn't have thought of it twice and accepted. However, she couldn't bring herself to do it now.
Camille was aware that ending the conflict with the cartel was the best option if she wanted to protect the lives of the Jade Dragons' members, but agreeing to their conditions after everything they had done didn't sit well with her.
'I'm the only one seeking this revenge… How selfish of me,' Camille thought.
Dante could feel and see Camille's uncertainty through the umbra she produced, and he was able to deduce her thoughts.
Ever since Dante joined the Jade Dragons, he had spoken to every single member at least once—except for the members who weren't around their bases often.
When the warlock learned about their experiences, he noticed that all of them had something in common—They had all been a victim of the cartel in some way or another.
It wasn't just Camille who held a grudge against them, but the entirety of the Jade Dragons yearned for revenge.
'Is she really considering the offer? I don't think anyone at home will like that…' Dante thought.
"We don't want to be at peace with you," Megan interjected into the conversation, taking a step forward and glaring at Darius.
Camille widened her eyes and gazed at Megan, surprised and slightly relieved of her intervention.
"As Camille said, you guys are too far gone… Besides, the thought of giving Camille away to someone like you makes me wanna vomit," Megan continued, placing a hand on Camille's shoulder for emotional support.
Darius frowned at Megan. Her words weren't as hurtful as Camille's, but they somehow managed to offend the man, making it clear that Darius had a strange fixation on the Winter handler.
"Cami, I'm done with this bullshit," Megan muttered.
Don Ruben, who had been calmly listening to the group bickering, interrupted the conversation as he said his thoughts aloud.
"Hmm, rejecting our peace means they must have truly found a way to oppose us… At the very least, something that makes them confident enough to do it," Ruben said.
'That man… I don't know who he is, but I don't think that's the real 'Ruben,' Dante thought, keeping his aura suppressed.
When Ruben locked his gaze on the warlock, he gritted his teeth and focused on keeping his aura hidden.
Don Darius had lost interest in him after Camille insulted him, but Ruben was now the one stalking the warlock with his intense glare.
"You've been suppressing your aura this entire time… Impressive," Ruben said, praising Dante in front of everyone.
A hint of nerves struck the warlock, prompting him to take a deep breath so as not to lose focus.
"Right—That specimen over there…" Darius muttered, his foreboding expression turning to Dante.
"You can hide your face and your aura… I'll reveal it anyway," he continued.
Dante didn't reply, as a single word would expose his identity. He thought that he would be able to maintain his aura suppression, but he never expected Darius to use a cheap trick to throw him off balance.
"How's Beatrice?" Don Darius asked, slightly smirking at the warlock.
'Shit…' Both Megan and Camille thought in unison.
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At that moment, Dante's suppressed aura was unlocked, making the air in the parking lot heavy and unsettling.
A single word was all it took for the warlock to lose his focus, and as his umbra violently leaked out of his body, everyone else present took a cautionary step back out of fear—except the cartel representatives.
When Megan gazed back at Dante, she could clearly see the outline of his potent umbra, making his body look like a black shade with his crimson eyes shining brightly through the mask.
Even Curtis and Lindsey from the GTS were shocked to sense Dante's power. They were aware he was strong, but they had never felt such an unsettling aura coming from a person.
As Dante took a few steps forward, he slowly took off his mask, showing his hateful glare toward Don Darius, who seemed amused by the turn of events.
