She watched attentively. As Chiron made his machinations, she watched him carefully.
This was the Queen of the bonny castle.
The same one that sort to make Chiron the future Lord of Darkness.
She sat on her throne made up of alive but yet twisted crying deformities that could no longer be tagged as human beings.
She watched as the Blood in the pot took his shape and he operated in silence.
Every move he had to made, she had never stopped watching.
This included the time he had offered himself up to General Buckle.
At this point, every move Chiron made, made her marvel.
Behind her, her white haired daughter watched her mother and sighed.
"You are beginning to get addicted to watching him," she whispered.
"I can't help it," her mother chuckled lightly, "he is an interesting fellow this one."
"I think so too! But I still have my doubts. If I didn't help him the last time, this child of evil might have died by now."
The mother turned to her daughter and a smile stained the side of her lips, "you know, I really wonder about that. I, and that goddamn Seer in that church cancel out one another. I am not allowed to make a move, else she makes hers. It's the bound of our fate. However, she has used others to do her bidding for long. I on the other hand have reframed from it because of my rigid qualities for a worthy successor. At least not until when you sent that evil spirit to the Chikitsa mountain. Nevertheless, now that I look at things," she looked once more at Chiron.
"I wonder if he actually needed our help," she suddenly chuckled as her eyes resumed watching Chiron.
The daughter frowned. She did not agree with her mother, "now, you just have blind fate in him." She turned and walked away.
Still smiling, her mother watched the blood as he muttered, "I wonder..."
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Chiron was trying to turn the Red core into a weapon.
To do this, he had to first removed the hard jelly shell of it's exterior that was made naturally in its body.
But if he did it wrongly, the explosion of energy could take the palace and all within it.
If he was going to take the compressed spiritual energy that was in chaos within the core, he had to ensure that he had a safe means of containing the energy.
This meant for both transfer and the item to use for bottling all that energy.
The National Treasure had a lot.
It has a lot of materials he could use.
However, it was in low supply of the really quality ones.
Then again, Chiron could not blame this Chanland people.
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Although this was a kingdom, it could not compete with the true rulers of the land.
The true rulers were those that sat on the Round table.
If this was a treasure like that of the Holy church or the Zordiac families, then they was a possibility of finding quality items that could ease his work.
There was also those other members of the round table. But so far, Chiron had nothing to do with them, a d truly, he did not want to.
Their affairs was never a good one.
No doubt, he was already in the sights of the Holy church and because of his heritage, he must have no doubt brought about the attention of the Zordiac families to his door step.
Regardless of quality materials to use, improvision was one thing he had always been good at.
Firstly, he covered the entire room with runes of Human blood.
He had made them using Devils touch as his arm and pen.
Next, he used a mixture of Demon Blood, Dragon blood and very exotic spiritual herbs he had gotten from the Chikitsa clan.
Chiron painted runes with the mixture on the Red core.
After which, he made a safe space protected by even more assortments of runes he could promptly hide in case of trouble.
Even if this entire place was to blow up, as long as he was safe, then all was well.
When all was prepared, he went to the point of safety and then he started his experiment.
Chiron no longer had arms but that did not mean that he was helpless.
Ever since he had been using Rune Speak, he had been getting better at it.
For one, his throat no longer hurt like before when he used it.
Unless of course, he used it for a long period of time.
Chiron muttered in rune speak carefully.
As he did, the runes on the Red core glowed swiftly.
As it did, the core cracked.
Like little water vapour from water about to boil, red Maisma from the core flowed into the air.
The runes in the room also shone. Obviously, they were forcing the hold on the spiritual energy of the red core.
Chiron swallowed hard at this.
But he had come too far to back off now.
He Rune spoke again, and the cracks improved while the runes glowed brighter.
However, he frowned.
He had just noticed a flaw in his experiment.
He immediately stopped before he got further.
With the amount of experiments he had done, he had already developed a sixth sense for when something wrong was going to happen.
Immediately, he willed and Emma rushed into the room.
She picked the core up and flew out the castle.
As she did, more spiritual energy flowed out and more cracks appeared.
She flew high into the sky and threw the core as high as possible.
*BOOM!*
A loud explosion that shook all was heard.
"The Demon Blood is too weak," Chiron muttered to himself.
This was yet again another failed experiment.
He was currently using Carla's blood.
If it was too weak, then it was because she was too weak.
It was time he improved her strength some more.
As far as Chiron was concerned, they once one sure way to do this, and that was through a Massacre.
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