The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1833

Unfortunately, Wolf also had no intention of understanding Tye. Instead, he crushed Tye's soul bit by bit, leaving no chance for escape.

Was it just because Tye smelled bad and wasn't tasty?

Tye had never felt such excruciating pain before. He tried to communicate, but it was useless.

Wolf seemed dull-witted on the surface, but his cruelty surpassed all others.

Tye opened his mouth, trying to call for help, only to realize that all the malevolent spirits around him had already fled. Of course, no evil spirit would dare linger here. Those who could escape had long since vanished.

Wolf truly did find someone like Tye disgusting. But the reason Wolf had singled him out wasn't because of his countless sins.

After all, as an Ancient Beast, Wolf had no regard for human morality. He didn't operate on concepts of good and evil. Even as a human, he had been the same. Otherwise, he wouldn't have nearly gotten himself internationally wanted during his time as a hacker.

At his core, he was still a child, caring only about those he held dear. As for the rest? If it weren't for Wynter, Wolf wouldn't have bothered.

She was the one who had dragged him out of the trash heap and beaten him into submission. She was the one who taught him to wash his hands before eating. Margaret was the one who cooked delicious meals for him and worried he'd catch a cold outside.

In many ways, Wolf had been raised by Wynter. That was why, in the Special Unit, Wolf would only listen to her. No one else could control him—not even direct orders from above.

Wolf had been interrogated before, but he would just sit there, silent.

Call him evil? He had never done anything outright wicked. Call him good? He refused to follow anyone's commands.

Many in the Special Unit were like this, especially the children brought back from the borderlands. Wynter's existence gave them a sense of belonging.

The bond between Wolf and Wynter wasn't something easily put into words. It was the story of a half-grown kid dragging a little runt along, going from being despised to standing in the spotlight.

So, when it came to anything related to Wynter, Wolf never held back.

The reason he had singled out Tye was because he had recognized the scent on him—a scent he had been made to remember.

Wolf's expression remained blank, his lowered gaze devoid of emotion.

Like a child toying with an insignificant ant, he tossed Tye around before finally speaking coldly, "Who sent you?"

Tye's remnant soul was on the verge of collapse, his face paler than paper. He didn't understand how Wolf had managed to pick him out from the horde of evil spirits.

However, he didn't dare reveal his master's identity. His gaze shifted slightly. "N-no one sent me."

Wolf lifted him and slammed him down again.

"Liar." His speech was still slow and deliberate. It was impossible to deceive him. His face remained expressionless, as if crushing a malevolent spirit meant nothing to him.

Tye didn't dare push his luck again. Terrified of being erased, he trembled as black blood dripped from his lips. "I—I only know that the grand master resides in the municipal building. I don't know exactly who he is. We only follow the sacred statue's orders."

Wolf tilted his head slightly. The municipal building?

Fearing that Wolf wouldn't believe him, Tye hastily added, "I'm telling the truth! He's really there! We've speculated that the grand master must be incredibly powerful to operate from such a place.

"The life force there is overwhelming, and we didn't dare go near it. But the grand master... seems to be a public official."

This was the kind of information only Wolf could extract. After all, in the human world, conventional rules meant nothing to him—municipal buildings were of no concern.

In the underworld, evil spirits feared him. One wrong move, and they would be reduced to nothing. Tye had weighed his options. As terrifying as the grand master was, Wolf was far worse.

Having gotten his answer, Wolf released his grip, tossing Tye aside like a piece of trash.

Tye tried to flee, but Wolf kicked out, blocking his path.

Tye's face turned deathly pale. "M-master, what more do you want?"

Wolf glanced over his shoulder. The two little spirits were still there, peeking out hesitantly.

He raised a finger and pointed. "Free them."

He didn't understand the intricacies of post-death contracts, but he could clearly tell that these two spirits didn't want to follow this wretched creature.

It was just like how Wolf didn't want to follow anyone else back then. All he had wanted was to stay with Wynter, live in the alley, and help Margaret with her herbs.

The "anyone else" had been the officials who came for him after discovering his hacking skills, hoping to recruit him into the security bureau. But he had always been withdrawn and uninterested in such things.

Tye didn't dare resist. No matter how unwilling he was to let the spirits go, he had no choice.

The two little spirits exchanged glances, realization dawning on them. They were free. Tears welled in their eyes as they bowed deeply to Wolf.

Wolf remained expressionless, but inwardly, he thought that Wynter would definitely praise him for being more mature now if she saw this. Maybe she'd even buy him fried chicken.

At the thought, he licked his lips.

The surrounding evil spirits trembled. The last time he'd made that gesture, he had shattered the banyan tree's roots with a single kick. Now, they feared he might bring down the entire Human Sacrificial formation itself.

Not that he could. After all, formations born from lingering resentment could only be undone by resolving the grievance at their core.

That day, the students at Monway University noticed something unusual about the abandoned building.

The heavy, oppressive air that had always surrounded it was gone. Instead, it was replaced by an inexplicable sense of freshness. The eerie noises that once echoed from within had vanished without a trace.

No one knew the reason. The only clue they had was that a boy with a wolf-cut hairstyle had been seen prowling around the area, cool and indifferent, as if searching for someone.

Only the malevolent spirits knew the truth. They had all escaped from fear.

Ancient records spoke of the Ancient Beast. Wherever Wolf passed, his presence would linger for seven days, ensuring that no evil entity dared approach within 100 miles, fearing they would be devoured.

Wolf didn't consume spirits anymore—he had grown more mindful of hygiene.

But one thing kept turning over in his mind. The municipal building?

Stepping out of the abandoned dorm, Wolf lifted his gaze to the city skyline. Adjusting his black backpack's straps, he narrowed his eyes and set off, heading straight for the heart of the city.

Moreover, his eyes had turned murky, bearing no resemblance to the person he had been moments ago.

Yet, the words from his lips remained unchanged, like an unrelenting curse. "Mt. Nyxvarn is doomed. And you will be betrayed by all, with no place for your soul to return."

Beneath Whitley's claws, Isidore looked more like a puppet than a living being.

Wynter's eyes narrowed slightly before she suddenly lifted her gaze. "He released a soul fragment."

"A soul fragment?" Raleigh turned pale. "That's impossible. Mt. Lunther does not permit such forbidden techniques."

This was witchcraft!

Wynter cast him a sidelong glance. "If your sage could secretly nurture grim spirits here, what makes you think creating a soul fragment would be beyond him?"

Raleigh's expression darkened instantly.

She was right. If Isidore had fallen so far, then what else was truly impossible?

The once-kind Isidore in his memories now seemed nothing more than a fading illusion. Even the protective talisman he had given him... Was it really for his safety, or had it been meant to drive away his mother's lingering spirit all along?

"We have to find him."

Wynter wouldn't give Isidore even a moment's respite. Even if it was just a soul fragment, she wouldn't rest until it was annihilated.

But as she focused on the hunt, she didn't notice that Dalton was still watching her from the shadows. Some things had already spiraled beyond her expectations—she just didn't know it yet.

…

Meanwhile, in the Colifernia Municipal Building, a dozen officials sat around a conference table. Their attention was fixed on the old man at its head. Though his bearing carried a seasoned leader's quiet authority, his demeanor remained approachable.

The officials on either side sat ramrod straight as he spoke in a voice far steadier than his years would suggest. "I've gathered everyone here today to discuss a mission of utmost importance."

He tapped the document before him. It was a newly issued provincial blueprint for Colifernia's development.

"This requires the full commitment of every department here. Colifernia's progress must become our singular priority."

After taking a measured sip of tea, his gaze settled on a middle-aged man to his left. "Do you have any plans?"

Though momentarily caught off guard, the veteran bureaucrat rose and spoke smoothly. "I believe Colifernia's development must center on its citizens. Public satisfaction is the truest metric of a city's advancement."

The old man blinked a few times. "Good. Submit a detailed proposal after this meeting. What about the others?"

When only lowered heads and performative contemplation followed, the old man sighed. "This requires active participation. Regardless of department, we all serve—"

Abruptly, his words cut short. A ripple of unease crossed his face before he recovered.

"We'll adjourn here. Submit plans within 48 hours for evaluation. Dismissed."