Taking the Mafia to the Magic World
chapter-919

Stopping in the Chutha Dynasty's capital this afternoon, Vicente passed through the city's defenses, passing through the area surrounded and guarded by hundreds of warriors.

The place was many times larger than when he'd left it about five years ago. It had stronger men, more areas under human control, plantations in areas that hadn't existed before, etc.

The trains had arrived in the dynasty, while the area of the capital was larger, with more houses built on practically all sides of this large urban agglomeration.

Several warriors saw and felt Vicente's arrival, many leaving their places to watch the Archmage flying through the city, some at windows and balconies.

Lauren also noticed a powerful presence and soon found herself outside the royal palace.

"Vicente..." A surge of joy washed over her, causing her cheeks to flush with warmth. Her lips curled into a delicate smile, a glimmer of happiness that sparkled in her eyes.

The surrounding men gestured their respect to Vicente. He was not only the Queen's brother and an Archmage but also the one who had given them all the weapons that had brought them here alive.

"Venerable Fuller!"

Vicente waved to a few men he already knew, ignoring the others as he walked over to Lauren shortly after landing in front of the royal palace.

"Lauren." He stopped in front of her, taking a good look at his dear older sister, now a High-level Paragon.

Vicente could sense from the aura surrounding his sister that she had benefited from the superior vampire organs he had been sending south for the past two years.

"Vicente, did you eliminate Demien? Is that why you finally came back?" She touched his face with her hands while he massaged her shoulders.

Before he could even answer her, Lauren felt Vicente's expression change, with serious and worried expression forming on his face.

"Unfortunately not. There are things I need to talk to you about. Things that could change everything for the continent, for better or for worse."

Sensing the gravity of his words, she shook her head in concern and sighed. But she didn't hesitate to show her brother the way. "Let's go inside and talk in a proper place."

The two walked on, while the men in the area slowly returned to their jobs, despite the curiosity each of them now had about Vicente's stories.

When Vicente and Lauren entered the Queen's exclusive living room, the two sat side by side on a red sofa decorated with gold lines and royal symbols.

The opulent surroundings dazzled the senses, as the air was filled with the intoxicating fragrance of rare flowers adorning exquisite vases. Grand paintings of ancient figures from the dynasty adorned the walls, transporting one to a bygone era.

Vicente looked at the place for a moment until he spoke of what was important to his sister, "Lauren, soon I won't be in Polaris Realm anymore."

"What do you mean?" she asked as her eyes shifted, worried about what those words meant.

With a sigh, he expressed, "Perhaps I'll meet my demise, or perhaps I'll be cast away from the Polaris Realm..." Hastily, he briefed Lauren on the Supreme Continent and the fate of the Magus. "...In the event that befalls me, even if I yearn to lend a hand, I won't possess the means to do so. At that moment, you'll be left to confront the vampire and monster predicament on the continent all by yourself."

Lauren's facial muscles twitched, mirroring her deepening pessimism for the future of humans in Polaris Realm. Yet, amidst her growing concern, she couldn't shake the nagging worry about her younger brother.

Lauren didn't want Vicente to die, but she also didn't want him to be suddenly taken to an unknown land where he would be alone and without the advantages he had in Polaris Realm.

In Polaris Realm, Vicente was already one of the strongest men. Even with the enemies he had today, he could come and go across the continent without immense danger to his existence. But in a place like the Supreme Continent, where even a Magus was no big deal, he could easily die if he encountered an 8th stage being!

"Can't you just set aside your quest for the 12th pentagram? If you don't absorb it, you won't evolve, right?" She asked, her tone hurried and filled with concern.

He shook his head in denial. "I'm afraid it's not that simple. The truth is that Demien Bloodthorne is strong, a monster, so to speak. He's already an Intermediate Archmage, so strong that I don't know if I'll be able to stand up to him with my current powers.

But there's a problem with me getting stronger even without a new pentagram. With the magical quality of my current pentagrams, it is possible for me to advance qualitatively even without absorbing a new pentagram. On the other hand, if I don't keep getting stronger, I might not defeat Demien."

He laughed bitterly as he described his complicated situation to Lauren. If he stopped, he could be killed. But if he grew stronger, he might be expelled from the continent sooner than he would like. Either way, his time was short, and he had to prepare himself to be gone from his family in a few months.

Lauren stood up, clenching her fists, not liking the prospect at all. "So? What do we do?"

"Fortunately, I've advanced not only in power but also in understanding. I can now create 6th stage robotic armor. I want to focus my last moments with my family on creating a powerful army. If I fall or am expelled from the continent, I will have left methods for you to fight the damned vampires.

Regarding Demien Bloodthorne, I am determined to ensure his demise, even if it means I must perish alongside him."

Vicente stood and took one of Lauren's hands. "That's where you come in. Come with me to hunt Demien Bloodthorne. I want you to absorb his blood after I kill him so you can become an Archmage!

By then, you'll be one of the strongest on the continent, enough to stop the other 6th stage vampires!"