Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 639  A Pesky Bug

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Doyle drummed his fingers on his desk maniacally, with each session, getting fiercer and fiercer by the second. Blast it! Boom! He entered a deep raging session, destroying everything in sight. As for his subordinates, their bodies still couldn't stop shaking. Why them? Why was it them who had to feel the wrath of their master, when it was that blasted Horseman of Famine who did the deed? After searching hard and long, they found traces of that lovestruck idiot all over Camilla's territory. "And the spare is missing too?" The bodyguards nodded stiffly. At some point, they felt that perhaps she might be in her Space. So what did they do? They searched and searched for that blasted Hob-dream Hogglin, but couldn't find it anywhere.

Dammit! When it rains it pours. All evidence proves that the traitor, Horseman of Famine, had also taken hold of the key. And without the Key, none of them were even remotely powerful enough to pry a Space created by Lord Beelzebub himself. Are you insane? Not even 200 Doyle's could pull such a stunt. So what to do now? Heh-heh-HAH-HAA… Hahahahhaha~

Doyle laughed and laughed cynically, his grins almost threatening to burst out from his human skin. "I'll kill him… I'll kill him myself!" Doyle squeezed a piece of broken food, imagining it to be the Horseman's neck. Sure enough, if you want something done, you have to do it. However, he had neither the time nor the day to do it. Thus, he still has to rely on these worthless subordinates of his. Doyle looked at them in disgust, swearing that if there wasn't so much work to do on ground, he would have burned them all, allowing them to reincarnate with no memories in the Abyss. .

"This is your last chance… understand?" "Yes, Master." The minions in human skin nodded desperately. Despite the second chance bestowed on them, the air within the space was choking. Several minions found themselves gagging and oozing greenish and bluish blood from their ears, eyes and nostrils.

'Trash!'

Doyle stared at them without mercy. The corners of his lips raised high in morbid fascination. Which underworld being doesn't love watching torture and pain? Doyle only stopped his suppression once his minions collapsed. Then, he left the broken and chaotic room. Well, it was time to play his 'Human' part again. As Vice-president of Vardos, his job never ends. Walking through the hallways of his estate, Doyle already began making plans. 'Since the first 2 Horsemen plans resulted in disasters, the 3rd one must not fail!' Of course, it wouldn't be wise to bring out the 3rd Horseman just yet. 'In another 3 months, we'll pick up from where we left off.' Doyle concluded, thinking of the mess he now had to clean up before the next Horsman emerged. At the same time, another matter plagued his mind. Where? Where was his beloved Prey? Doyle locked his lips viciously when wondering where his dear president Ghant was hiding. Yet again, all signs pointed at the First Horseman who was proving very capable. Doyle has heard that Humans who are in love, seem to suddenly grow smarter when determined. The Horsman wasn't technically human, but he still acted human in many ways. Who would have thought that a little bug would be able to thwart their plans for so long? 'How irritating.'

With the war closing in, this bug's matter was getting annoying and annoying by the day. 'He must be eliminated before the return of Lord Beelzebub and the other princes.' If Lord Beelzebub should actually handle this matter, it would bring too much shame to Doyle. Won't the other underworld beings with the same rank as him, laugh to death at his worthlessness? No! He could never allow anyone to make a mockery of him. After the 3rd horsemen arrives, he will personally take time out to search and completely eradicate that bastard Horseman of Famine! As for his delicious Prey, Doyle locked his lips wickedly. 'In due time, I will find you, my dear president Ghant.' ~Achoo!!: [President Ghant far away]

Who is thinking about him? (?~?)

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Like so, time dwindled down in a flash. Before anyone knew it, another 8 months had gone by. Yes. 8 whole months flew by in a flash. Doyle's human hair follicles were breaking off by the day. F***! How come the 3rd Horseman came and left just like that? Are you F***ING kidding him right now? It took all of Doyle's self control to not explode into a gigantic creature terrorizing the Red House. And what was this? Still no signs of his Prey yet? Ghahhhh!!!~

His screams reached the skies, and his aura was that of a mad man. Chaos no longer flooded the streets, as Vardos' army suddenly got into action after the death of the 2nd Horseman. On whose orders were they acting on? Well, it was on the President's Orders! They had the seal and everything, including video proof that the 'missing' president was alive and well. And at the end of the video, president Ghant paused, calling Doyle out. He had a mysterious look on his eyes that many might have mistaken for happiness. However only Doyle, who has been with Ghant for long, knew exactly what Ghant wished to portray. [Vice-president Doyle, well done… well done on keeping the streets safe… You really, really, 'really' well!]

For everyone else, Ghant was smiling. Only Doyle knew that Ghant was gnashing his teeth to death here. [Many of you might be wondering why I vanished. I can't explain it, nor can I still understand it… But a masked man with terrible body odor, one day rescued me from a strange world and abandoned me in some mountain.]

What! Who would have the guts to rescue and leave the President of Vardos on a mountain top? Courting death? Several veins popped out on Doyle's forehead. The masked man with terrible body odor is definitely that bastard Horseman he was searching for. From Ghant's natation and expression, Doyle knew Ghant didn't know anything about the mysterious person who rescued him. Doyle has been with Ghant for too long to know when he lies and what he tells the truth. 'He doesn't know…' He concluded in his heart. It seems the Horseman knocked him out while rescuing, but Ghant still saw a figment of the man's silhouette. He dumped him on a mountain in Vardos and vanished. Ghant said that no matter how hard he called or searched, he couldn't find anyone. That being said, Ghant said it took him months to get back to civilization.

He luckily stumbled upon a military campsite, and that's how he got rescued after getting treated for multiple injuries and bruises. Even from the video, Ghant looked like he was all skin and bones. Doyle can tell if someone used makeup to look pitiful. In Ghant's case, that was his true appearance. He looked like a dying man with late-stage cancer. Everyone felt that he was quite pitiful to have gone through all this while they sat in their air conditioned homes and offices, eating and enjoying life. Of course, with how chaotic the months of his disappearance were, it was quite easy to accept the fact that someone had kidnapped their president. Fortunately, the Vice president stopped all talks about replacing the President's seat… Or else won't they be ashamed to face Mr. President now? .

Doyle squinted his eyes at the video. It seems that his dear President Ghant was in some military facility within Vardos. 'Hiding from me, are we?' Doyle chuckled softly. Well, a little cat and mouse game never hurt anyone. He knew that by now, Doyle definitely knew he, Camilla, and several others weren't human. But so what? Over the span of history in this world, one or 2 humans typically discover their existence. But so what? Who is going to believe them? If Ghant dared say a thing, he'd be locked up faster than a squirrel chewing on nuts. And then, a new President will be elected, since he will be deemed mentally unfit. Heh. Doyle smirked. If his thoughts are accurate, Ghant must be trying to get some sort of dirt on him, so he can use it as an excuse to openly eliminate him. That was definitely the best these humans could do… them and their guns. Unfortunately for them, underworld beings will continue to regenerate unless killed other underworld beings… or worse, exorcists! "Bahahahaha~"

Doyle burst out in laughter, confusing the rest. "Sorry, gentlemen, ladies… I'm just so thrilled to see the president alive." Everyone nodded in understanding. After all, Doyle and Ghant were pretty close. Just look at how loyal Doyle is when he even bat an eyelash when rejecting to step in as President when Ghant disappeared. Soon, the video concluded, and Doyle had several conclusions in mind. Ghant wasn't told of the big war approaching. The Horseman only rescued Ghant to spite him, and put a dent in Lord Beelzebub's plans. The Horsman still lives and must be eradicated if they don't want more of their plans to get disrupted. Well, all this happened several months ago. And now, eight f**king months have gone by in a flash. Doyle felt he was slowly losing his sanity. ~Tick-tock… Tick-tock. The clock was ticking and time was no longer on anyone's side, be it humanity's or the enemy's. 4 months, 1 week, 5 days before the planets align…

In other words, they only have barely 4 and a half months left before the War begins!