Why I don't have any enemies?

"Let's make a bet on how much time it will take for you to destroy the police headquarters and this city, burning them to ashes. I bet a week," Sol proposed, a hint of mischief in It's tone.

"Tch, Tch, you really underestimate me, Sol. Okay, my bet is on that I will do it in 4 days," Astarion thought confidently.

[Ding, the protagonist of the first plot is detected near master.]

"Hmmm, so the first loser is also here," Astarion thought to himself, a smirk appeared on his lips as he walked toward the police headquarters building, Alongside Fleya and Astram.

"Sol, what was that golden finger of Lurion's again?" Astarion asked, curiosity lacing his tone while he kept his pace steady, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a cold, calculating gaze.

"Master, from the data I have, Lurion's golden finger was a spear sutra with a spirit in it''.

''This sutra is one of the pieces of the heavenly weapon technique that was destroyed during the mythical era," Sol replied, its voice a constant presence in Astarion's mind.

"Sol, you know what, you're pretty SUS to me," Astarion said, his voice tinged with suspicion as he glanced sideways at Fleya, noting her focus on their surroundings, oblivious to his internal conversation.

"W-What?" Sol stuttered, the confusion evident even in its tone.

"I mean, how do you know that much? Even I don't know about this. If you truly get information about the apocalypse from my memories, then you should only know as much as I do," Astarion pressed, his steps momentarily slowing as he said his point.

"Now tell me, how do you know this?" Astarion demanded in his mind.

"I invoke the 5th," Sol said, its reply coming as a surprise, prompting Astarion to pause mid-step, an amused yet intrigued expression crossing his face.

Astarion chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head slightly. "Since when did AI start claiming rights?" he mused internally.

Something was wrong about, Sol he could feel it but he just choose to ignore it for now, not like he could get sol to spill the beans by beating it.

As soon as they approached the entrance of the police headquarters, the guards on duty promptly greeted Astram and Fleya with respect.

"Welcome back, Chief and Deputy Chief," they said, their voices carrying a tone of relief at seeing their superiors return safely.

Astram, wanting to catch up on any developments during their absence, immediately inquired, "What's the situation here?"

''Blah Blah''

''Blah Blah''

His question prompted the guards to quickly update him on the events of the past hour, detailing the ongoing efforts to manage the chaos and the status of their defenses against the zombie onslaught.

During the briefing, the guards' attention shifted to Astarion, their curiosity piqued by the sight of a blood-covered stranger in the company of their high-ranking officers.

"Huh! Who is this?" one guard asked, unable to recognize astarion due to his disheveled state and the blood stains that masked his identity.

Without missing a beat, Fleya loudly declared, "He is a prisoner, take him to the cell right now." Her voice was sharp, eager to see Astarion confined behind bars(What a bitch).

Astram, growing weary of Fleya's relentless pursuit of punishment for Astarion, attempted to divert her attention elsewhere.

"Fleya! Why don't you go and see your grandfather? I heard he was injured while fighting the zombies," he suggested, hoping she would take the bait and leave them in peace.

However, Fleya was adamant, replying, "No! I want to see this bastard locked up in the cell." It was clear she wouldn't be easily dissuaded from her mission of vengeance.

Seizing another opportunity, Astram mentioned her cousin, "Then how about you go and meet your cousin Lurion? I heard he was also rescued while we were away."

This piece of news instantly captured Fleya's attention, her previous fixation on Astarion momentarily forgotten.

"What! Cousin Lurion is here? I will go meet him right now," Fleya exclaimed, her sudden change of heart prompting her to dash off into the building, leaving Astram and Astarion at the entrance.

Astram sighed in relief, while Astarion observed the scene with a cold, detached gaze, his mind already strategizing his next moves.

"Finally got rid of that annoying butch. I just couldn't let Young Master Astarion get locked up in prison," Astram thought to himself.

He had taken action because he knew how dangerous this man was. Fleya had only managed to bring Astarion here because he hadn't resisted.

Did she really think that a man who had killed dozens of zombies with a sword would be afraid of her? No, certainly not.

And another reason he feared astarion was that in the past years there was not a single crime which astarion didn't committee murderer, genocide, bribing the govt, he committed many crimes.

but there was not an single time where he could be arrested and punished because he is simply too powerful because he is considered the next heir to the vastaril family, so everyone treat him with respect. 

''Young master, Why don't you follow me and we go and meet the minister of internal defense'' astram said to astarion to meet the minster.

''Oh, let's go it has been an long time since i met that old man'' astarion said with an cold voice.

Then they centre the building and it was pure chaotic, there was blood every where, and there were many refuges who ran here after surviving the zombies or were either rescued by the police.

but majority of the people who were rescued were either powerful or rich.

Soon they reach an door which have minister of internal defense written on it.

knock

knock

Astram knock on the door.

''Come in'' an old voice came from inside the room.

''Young master please wait for a little bit'' astram said as he entered the room and soon the old voice also invited astarion.

As astarion entered the room what he saw was an old man with white hair and beard wearing the clothes of ministry sitting on an chair and a plaster cast on his hand while astram was standing behind him.

''You will be wondering why did i have this plaster cast on my hand right? It as because of those damn zombies'' Vled, the minister, said trying to start an conversation.

"Old man, I wouldn't even care if you were eaten alive by the zombies," Astarion said with a cold voice as he took a seat next to Vled in the room.

Sigh Vled sighed and then said in an annoyed tone, "Astarion, you're still as disrespectful as ever." However, he continued, "I just want to apologize for my granddaughter's behavior towards you."

Vled said this as astram already told him what did his granddaughter did to astarion. 

"I just want to say, please don't hate her or make her your enemy. She's just a child," Vled requested, his eyes conveying sincerity.

But then Vled's tone shifted, becoming more threatening, "And if you already hate her and have made her your enemy, then don't even dare lay a finger on her, or I will make you beg for forgiveness."

Astarion, feeling a mix of amusement and annoyance at the warning, responded, "Old man, let me tell you something, Do you now why i don't have enemies?''.

''Because Everyone I've hated and made my enemy is already six feet under the ground, along with their families." His voice was cold, his gaze fixed on Vled, ensuring his message was clear.

"Now, there are only two possibilities," Astarion paused for effect, "Either I don't hate your granddaughter, and she is safe," he paused again, letting the tension build, "Or you need to prepare some coffins."