Conflux System: I Can Merge Anything

Chapter 108: Heads For A Demon

If one could drown in sleep as they drown in fear they would be no longer alive. And sometimes, that’s all it takes to understand if they are suicidal or not.

Tesla, however, didn’t fall under this case.

All this while, he had stopped Xavier from rebelling alongside Zane as he was afraid Xavier would die too.

But Xavier didn’t listen to him and rebelled anyway.

Tesla didn’t appear to have changed his mind as he remained out of sight as much as possible during the trial.

But he broke the rule himself.

When Zane was about to die because of a spear piercing his head, it was because of Tesla that the spear stopped.

The merchant, the cowardly and survivalistic merchant threw the entire podium at the point of impact.

The spear happened to lose its momentum because of the heavy wooden box and Zane was alive.

And not just alive, he also managed to take Milo out of Coin’s reach. She was embraced around his arms now.

The impact of the podium falling was loud and destructive which naturally brought the attention of everyone present in the Cathedral.

Xavier and Zane praised Tesla and when the audience saw that, all of them looked at the stage.

Tesla stood with his hands in the air like a hostage and with his hoarse and cracked voice, he said:

"I swear I am not suicidal."

Xavier laughed out loud.

The audience stared at Tesla with quivered brows as the man not only stopped Kairon from following Coin’s order but also threw the podium that was used by the Priest to recite prayers from. He did all that and still had the audacity to say he wasn’t suicidal.

"How dare you do that!?" Varikh barked. He was already near the stage and more than his anger at Tesla, he was afraid of Coin’s anger towards him.

Varikh was near the stage and he still allowed such a thing to happen. He should have stopped Tesla from doing that. The Emberlord would certainly point this out and Varikh might lose his head that he loved to use for spewing curses.

But he had a way to make sure the Emberlord’s anger subsided.

He would kill Tesla himself to repent for his carelessness.

Tesla shivered at Varikh’s shout and he almost fainted when the Enforcer stepped on the stage, stomping towards him.

Varikh was ready with his spear and Tesla looked left and right.

The Enforcer reached just in front of the merchant and Tesla straight out fell to his knees.

"I do not deserve death. I did something wonderful!" He cried.

For a moment, everyone amused themselves at the sheer ridiculousness of Tesla’s words.

Something wonderful?

He just vandalised the Cathedral.

Varikh raised the spear over his head and aimed at Tesla’s head.

Tesla’s eyes widened and before the spear could land, he pointed his finger towards something.

"Look there!"

He shouted but it was more of a plea. As if he would give up everything if Varikh looked there just once.

"It won’t work on me, pretty boy. I know you will hit me when I look away."

"... What are you? Twelve? I used to do that in my diapers. Not when I am about to die!"

Varikh frowned.

The people found Tesla’s logic correct and the man seemed genuinely terrified of dying or even anyone coming close to him.

"Just look there. I saved something that will not grant me my death!" Tesla shouted once more.

Varikh gritted his teeth and finally jerked his head where the man was pointing.

It was a seat.

It was a seat of the Halocrats’ section and when the people, Varikh, and Xavier saw it, everything dawned on them.

On the seat, rested the idol of the First Flame.

"Yes. I saved our God. He was on the podium. To save the accused, I could have thrown the idol with the podium, but I didn’t. Because I am a true believer. I first placed the idol on the seat and then threw the podium. Don’t kill me. The First Flame will be sad!"

Tesla used every ounce of begging he had inside him that he had developed by selling his products.

He also held Varikh’s feet, and the Enforcer was left with troubled expressions.

It was true that he saved the idol.

Everyone else had forgotten about it. Even if Tesla had thrown the idol with the podium no one would have questioned because all of them were busy with Zane and Milo.

He protected the faith even when no one was looking.

"Angh. Fine." Varikh could only say that.

He retracted his spear and got off the stage.

Tesla heaved the longest sigh of relief and laid on the stage itself.

He was drenched in sweat, his heart banged at his chest.

He put his hand inside his coat and took out an orange bottle.

He opened the lid and poured one pill out on his palm.

He tossed it inside his mouth and rested on the stage, staring at the ceiling.

I did my best, Zane. It’s all on you now.

With one last thought, he closed his eyes.

Near the doors of the Cathedral, Zane laid on the floor with Milo in his arms.

Ever since he got hold of her, he constantly shook her and called her.

She was alive.

After vomiting she always goes unconscious.

But eventually, she wakes up.

Zane was waiting for just that.

"Wake up. Hey! Open your eyes." Zane called once more and this time...

"Nghh.."

Milo showed movements.

His eyes lit up.

"Milo?"

"Brother?"

Milo spoke. Her voice landed on Zane’s ears like the melody of a sweet dream.

She slowly opened her eyes and finally saw her brother’s face.

But as soon as she saw it...

"Run!"

She went into a frenzy.

Everything returned to her.

"I thought you were dead. What happened, brother? I was so scared. I was in so much pain. I don’t want to stay here. Take me back!"

Milo let out all the pain in Zane’s chest.

She cried her heart out.

She didn’t even observe the chains around Zane’s neck and simply cried.

"Don’t worry, Milo. Everything is fine now. No one will hur—"

"Kairon! Varikh!"

A crisp shout echoed in the Cathedral.

Only one man could call the Enforcers like that.

The Emberlord.

Zane looked at the man and for the first time, he saw true anger on the godman’s face.

Coin stood up from the floor.

Kairon and Varikh both came running towards the man but before they could reach him...

"I don’t care anymore. This is your last chance to redeem your sorry selves."

The Emberlord raised his hand and pointed his finger at Milo.

"Bring me that demon in front of me right this very instant. Or else..."

Coin raised his leg and...

THUMP!

Slammed it on the floor.

"Sever both of your heads and bring them to me instead."