31 Threads of a Spider

Chapter 31: Threads of a Spider

'I must entertain her somehow, buy time until the others arrive.' Now that he was close to her, William was certain that Madam Sharon was the person they were looking for from her.

Beneath her flawless appearance, there was a chilling aura that almost made William pale. Luckily, he knew how to mask his emotions well.

"Tell me, Ma'am. Is there any reason why you don't like the Church?"

He didn't really care. Although he had gained a bit of faith during his time with the Nighthawks, William was not yet a big enough devotee of the Evernight Goddess to get into a fight over 'Her'.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I've had some bad experiences with Gods in general." Her expression softened and her eyes turned reminiscent. Any normal man would feel an irrational need to protect her.

Sure enough, Maynard couldn't help but look at her with eyes of desire. William, on the other hand, remained vigilant. Any mistake on his part could reveal his identity to the woman.

Then, she fixed her gaze on the guitar case that William was carrying in his hand.

"Are you a musician, apart from a merchant?" Now her tone revealed curiosity.

Such sudden changes in behavior flummoxed the Nighthawk; however, it was not enough to make him lose his composure.

"There isn't really an instrument inside, this is just a lucky charm that I always carry with me. As you may know, we religious men are pretty superstitious about these things." He looked at the case with some fondness. "I'm afraid I don't even know what's inside, since it's a family tradition not to open this case."

"Hmm." Madam Sharon hummed absently.

"Mr. Hastur, the party is drawing to a close. Once again, I'm glad you were able to attend, and I look forward to seeing you on future occasions." Feeling that he had been left out of the conversation a bit, John Maynard decided to end it.

William smiled at her and nodded. "It's been nice, I hope we can do it again in the future." Even with the smile on his face, he was very worried about the situation. 'What should I do? It's clear that she intends to do something with Mr. Maynard, but should I just attack?'

John Maynard was too influential and important a politician to let die; however, was it worth risking his life?

The answer was clearly no but he believed that he could at least hold Madam Sharon.

It was quite clear to William that the woman had seduced the Member of Parliament, and had probably convinced him to have sex. That meant they were going somewhere else because they didn't want Maynard's wife to find out. If they went somewhere else, the reinforcements for William wouldn't know where to go.

'Fuck it, I'll stop thinking about it so much. In the worst case, I trust I can run away.'

As host, John Maynard had to be the last to leave, so it was just the three of them in the room. The politician's wife had not even attended the party.

"Are you still here, Mr. Hastur?" Maynard was surprised and questioned him.

Madam Sharon narrowed her eyes.

"I didn't want to do this, but I'm afraid we're in a tricky situation." William placed his finger on the button to open the case almost imperceptibly.

"What are you talking about?" Maynard felt that something in the atmosphere of the room had changed.

"Mr. Maynard, you should go upstairs with your wife if you want to keep your life." With this statement, and without a second's pause to let the words sink in, a silvery light flashed across the room.

At the same time, Madam Sharon moved her hands as if she were controlling a puppet.

'I must not let her breathe.' William appeared in front of the Demoness Sect member with his sword shining like a comet.

There were three practically concurrent flashes, and Sharon jumped back as she moved her hands further.

'Threads?' Something had deflected William's earlier attack, and now he realized that there were some very fine but hard threads stuck to the walls, forming what looked like a spider's web.

"What's going on?" John Maynard stepped back, terrified.

"If that's all, I just have to cut them all at once." The Nighthawk muttered.

Some silver lightning shone through his body, his veins stood out, this was Wrath. He let out an animal roar and disappeared to reappear right in front of Sharon.

He spun around with his sword, trying to cut the woman, but she had already anticipated his move. A decent amount of thread got in the way of the attack. The threads did not resist much, but they stopped the attack, leaving William unprotected.

An ice spear materialized on top of the Nighthawk and shot toward its head. He kicked off with his feet, doing a back somersault. In his Wrath state, William was mainly guided by his instincts.

This caused his reaction speed to increase drastically...however...

Just as he hit the ground, several strings wrapped around his leg. He exerted force to get rid of them, but they started to freeze.

Relying too much on his instincts also had a downside for him. For example, it was much more difficult for him to predict the opponent's attacks.

He roared again as he cut the threads with his sword. He managed to free himself just in time to block another spear of ice. This time, having blocked instead of dodged, William's sword began to freeze.

Sharon created a blade of ice around her hand and launched herself at the Berserker. William moved faster, almost instantly appearing in front of her as he raised his sword to strike with all his might.

Madam Sharon smiled devilishly. A myriad of threads wrapped around the edge as William was about to strike.

Clang.

William's eyes widened, perplexed. The broken sword blade flew into the air.

Thud.

slash.

The blade fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.