Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Cold arrival

Chapter 124 – Cold Arrival

Three days had passed. So,

Now, Noah and Zara stood among a grove of trees. In the distance loomed a massive black wall, guarded by silent sentinels. Upon its doors, an insignia: a gaping mouth, carved to devour all in its path.

The Territory of Belzebuth.

The air here was heavy.

The city beyond wasn’t lifeless due to absence—but because of how its people moved. Stiff. Silent. Cautious.

As if every word spoken could be their last.

A strange, suffocating atmosphere.

Noah observed it all. With his current level of power, seeing such a distance was effortless.

“So, dear Zara… what do you want to do?” Noah asked, standing beside her.

Three days of constant affection and pampering had raised Zara’s affection to a solid 80%. As someone new to love, every little gesture meant something to her—so her rapid emotional growth made sense.

Now, she didn’t even hesitate to show it.

She had been clumsy at first, a little shy. But now—

Zara gently clasped Noah’s hand, intertwining their fingers without a blush on her face.

“I… I don’t know anymore,” she said softly.

Her voice was lighter, freer. Even her face, once blank and guarded, now carried subtle emotion.

“I came here thinking I needed to see him. I thought I was alone. But now I realize… I never was. You were always there. I just never realized it.”

She hesitated.

“But now… I’m lost.”

Noah nodded with quiet understanding. “Then let’s just barge in and talk to him.”

“After all as your father you must have some things you want to talk about with him.”

“Good or bad.”

A soft smile formed on his lips.

He was far too lazy to bother with infiltration—and he didn’t have time to waste. The dungeon Elira had asked him to clear awaited, and he couldn’t afford to slack off. He had to finish all this and train.

’I’m S-Rank now. Not just any S-Rank. Even if I can’t beat Belzebuth, I won’t die. I have Laeh with me.’

He smirked.

He looked at Zara.

“Right, Zara? You don’t mind a little chat with your father?”

Zara returned the smile, calm and certain. “No, I don’t mind.”

“Perfect.”

Noah took a deep breath.

He was still adapting to his transcendent self, not yet used to using it efficiently—but now was a good time to try.

’I can manifest any affinity I hold without needing a skill. I can embody any bloodline. I could become an Incubus with the Child of Eros I got from Dominique… I can even become an Affinity itself.’

Today, he chose Ice—his first power. The power of his dear mother.

’I miss her… and her feelings right now—’

He shook his head.

Focus. I will deal with that after.

He took a deep breath—

The moment he decided to embody Ice, his body changed. His hair turned a stunning glacial blue. His silver eyes gleamed with frost. His veins pulsed with cold—because it was no longer just blood flowing through them, but ice.

He had become something more.

Zara watched, awe in her eyes.

“How… how can you do this?”

“It’s a skill of mine,” Noah answered with a gentle smile.

Even though Noah wasn’t releasing his power, Zara could still feel the cold radiating from him. It wasn’t magic. It was his very existence that had become winter.

Noah inhaled, exhaled—frost curling from his lips, making the surrounding temperature drop further.

’If I train this, I think I can fully become Ice not just partially like now. My power will then multiply.’

He turned to Zara, retracting all his aura, returning to his usual self. Without any aura leaking, avoiding to unintentionally hurt Zara.

“Ready, my dear hybrid?”

Zara’s eyes sparkled.

“Of course, my dear.”

Noah grinned.

CLICK—

With a snap of his fingers, he and Zara were enveloped in a veil of glittering frost—and vanished in a burst of crystalline ice shards.

A beautiful, mesmerizing spectacle.

They left behind a frozen grove, the cold lingering for days to come.

…

Within the palace of Belzebuth—

The demon lord sat on his grotesque throne, surrounded by trays of meat, devouring them like a beast. His hands were greasy, his mouth smeared with fat.

Strangely, the more he ate, the faster he ate—as if perpetually unsatisfied.

But then… he stopped.

His hand froze midway to his mouth.

He raised his head to the sky.

Stillness.

His expression shifted—serious, almost… solemn.

And then—

BOOOOOOM—!!!

A blizzard erupted in the center of the throne room, dropping the temperature in an instant.

As the ice cleared, Noah and Zara stood there, radiant and commanding.

Their beauty and presence overwhelmed the space.

Noah’s eyes immediately locked onto Belzebuth.

But not quite.

He was looking behind him.

Because there stood the two people he’d been searching for: Isac and Albert.

But they weren’t the same.

Their eyes were vacant. Their hair and irises pitch black. Their auras… demonic.

Corrupted, tainted.

Just like Belzebuth, a fool aura emanated from them.

Noah chuckled dryly. Amusement flickering in his eyes.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here?”

Zara, however, had eyes only for Belzebuth.

And he… was staring at her. Confused. As if recognizing her—but not knowing from where.

He tilted his head slightly on the right side.

“Do I know you, woman? You seem… familiar.”

His voice was clear and powerful. Not his usual playfulness.

Zara twitched, slightly. But nothing more.

She had come here without expectations, especially after her recent moments with Noah.

But still—hearing those words…

She wondered inwardly, what would her past self have felt if she’d heard them?

The answer was clear.

She would have shattered.

Succumbed to the darkness. Been lost forever and alone.

But now?

Now she was not alone.

Now she was not unloved.

She turned her head to Noah, who was smiling softly at her. Steady. Present.

Her heart calmed. Her breath steadied. Her eyes sharpened.

She stepped forward, shoulders high, voice steady.

“It’s been a long time, father.”

A beat of silence.

Then she smiled softly. Her eyes brimming with confidence.

“Hope I’m not interrupting your little feast.”

—End of Chapter 124—

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