"Go inside and protect the young miss alongside Amary," Nylon ordered calmly, his back broad and big in the eyes of the two stunned combat maids. "The same goes for the rest of you," he said to the 7th, 8th, and 9th Plane female masters that protected Tessa at all times.
There were nearly a dozen of them, all of whom wore masks of surprise right now over being discovered so easily. However, there weren't enough of them to do anything more than get in the way against all the support Kevin brought, thus why Nylon gave them new orders.
It was their primary objective anyway, so the secret protectors leapt to the side of the 4th young miss. Although she tried to leave the damaged Manor and join her Darling, those protectors stopped her by circling her.
"Hey, let me out this instant! My Darling, he needs me!!" Tessa was about to break out of the circle formation forcibly when the Head Maid suddenly appeared beside her.
"You must calm down," said Amary, assuaging some of the young miss's distress. "Have faith in young Nylon. Appearances can often be very deceiving, and he wears his disguise well."
Even she, as someone half a step into the next Realm after Awakening, hadn't noticed it until Nylon blink-stepped out of the Manor. But there was no mistaking it: he was a killer.
And from how his killing intent suffocated even the air particles, it was clear that he was quite the prolific killer at that.
However, as he was not actively releasing his killing intent, one needed to be very perceptive to notice it—something that Kevin and his group were not…
"What sort of trash are you!?" Kevin burst out laughing as soon as he saw Nylon take the stand. "Merely of the Adamance Plane and yet thinking of being the hero that saves the day—what a joke!"
OOOM!
Unleashing his cultivation prowess in waves, Kevin sneered. "Do you see this?? This is the Unmaker Plane! A Realm that's in a completely different dimension from where you are!"
"You Kevoon insect, what do you think you're saying to my Darling!?" Tessa's anger meter was rapidly increasing. "Trash like you doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as him! Actually, why is human sewage like you even here—shouldn't you instead be chugging blue pills in hopes of increasing the size of the inchworm you can't get up??"
'S-She knows the rumors!?' Kevin's complexion filtered between green and red as fury became him.
"Y-You damn fucking slut!!" he shouted, streaking forward with sword in hand. "If not for you sleeping around like a common whore rather than being a good bride-to-be, I wouldn't be here right now! But here I am!! And you're about to understand real well what happens to those who try to fuck with the Water Treader Association!!! Haahhh—!"
"What is this shrimp dick talking about??" Tessa made a genuinely disgusted face. "Me, his bride? Talk about barf! He can't even compare to a tenth of my Darling's size, where does he get off believing he can satisfy anything more than a doll??"
Kevin's rage had already surpassed all conceivable limits, but the 4th young miss was still talking.
"Don't listen to anything this garbage says, my Love~" she blew Nylon a kiss, giving him flirtatious signals at the same time. "I would say that you're the only man for me, but under the current conversational context, that would imply I view Kevoontard as a man as well."
An explosion of the purest forms of anger went off in Kevin's head. His eyes turned red, consumed by rage.
Loudly roaring, he said, "I'LL KILL YOU ALL—!!!"
Bolts of lightning coiled around Kevin in his mindless sword thrust. The earth around him caved in under his might, carving a long and wide line through the courtyard.
Nylon frowned.
Knowing firsthand how hard the servants worked to ensure that everything was kept perfect, he wouldn't tolerate this level of desecration. Adding on to the vulgar insults hurled at Tessa, Kevin had already dug, jumped in, and covered up his grave.
Closing his eyes, small crimson flames bounced around Nylon. With an unmatched coldness in his voice, he asked, "What will be your final words, Kevin Waters of the Water Treader Association?"
"My final words!?" Kevin scoffed, accelerating to the point of turning into a light blur. "They are—Go and DIE!!!"
"Very well," said Nylon, the ground melting beneath the soles of his feet. "That is what you'll be remembered by."
"!!!" "!!!"
The 9th Plane Water Association servants that Kevin brought with him noticed it before he did. They reacted as fast as they could—but not nearly fast enough…
SPURT!
With a casual flick of his hand, Nylon chopped off Kevin's left arm. The event unfolded so quickly that even those in the 9th Plane only saw the afterimages.
"Argghh—!" Kevin's confidence vanished, his anguished cries all that anyone around could hear. He clutched onto the bloody stub where his left arm used to be, absolute hatred and tears bubbling in his eyes.
"Y-You'll regret this, you fucking bastard—"
SHING!
"No, I won't regret anything," said Nylon, his eyes still closed and his dominant arm still flickering. "After all…"
Kevin's right arm flew off.
SHING!
Then his legs.
SHING!
And finally his… head.
"…You're already dead," Nylon finished, just as the enraged shouts of Kevin's servants resounded.
"For killing our young Master, death will be a luxury!!"
"You idiotic bumpkin! Do you have any idea what you've just done!!?"
All the servants let out their frustrations while jointly rushing the lone Immortal-like figure standing out in the open. Their weapons had already been unsheathed, shining with the intent to kill.
A cold sigh echoed.
A right arm moved once more.
Then a pair of legs.
Before both that arm and those legs returned to their original positions.
What followed was a bloodbath, as a string of fire cut through the bodies of dozens of 8th and 9th Plane servants. Limbs sailed, and corpses fell. In less than half a second, every single cloaked expert met their maker.