CHAPTER 447: AN UNEXPECTED BIT OF UNEXPECTEDNESS (1/2)

In all seriousness however, it was a fact that the humans commanded a territory dozens of times larger than the Wood Elves. As for the Dark Elves, the ones who chased them underground were the Wood Elves. Just based on that fact, it was safe to say the humans as a race were stronger. After all, only the strong could hold such large swathes of territory.

That was why that Sword Dancer’s attitude rubbed me in all the wrong ways, especially since I was previously a human!

“Since your holiness dislikes him so much, then there’s no need for him to continue existing.” Having said that, Paliseth turned and waved in the direction of Sarkath, and nothing else. A glint of resolve flashed past her eyes and she lowered her head to whisper in my ears, “Paliseth will give your holiness a satisfactory answer.”

“Who is that Sarkath anyway?” Now that I had made my displeasure known, I became a little curious about this Sword Dancer’s background.

However, Paliseth remained silent and it was Jezsere who raised her head up from my chest and explained, “Master, that’s Jezsere’s older brother…”

“Older brother?”

I was stunned. If that Sword Dancer was Jezsere’s older brother, then didn’t that make him Paliseth’s son?

I gave it some thought for a second before deciding to rescind my order to kill him. “Since he’s your son, how about we…”

Yet, it was too late. There was no need for me to say anything further, because Sarkath’s head just slid off his neck… Just moments ago, he was on his way out of the colosseum, then he was beheaded. In fact, his body even took a few steps forward, as if it hadn’t caught up with the fact that it was dead…

How?! Why is his head gone?

I stared at Sarkath’s headless body in shock, hoping to gleam some sort of clue as to how he died.

There was nothing that stood out at all. The cut on his neck was extremely even, as if something razor thin had sliced its way across it. But there was no such object to be found in the arena at all. There weren’t even any signs of someone else having entered the arena. The only clue I had was Paliseth waving her hand before stating that she would give me a satisfactory answer… don’t tell me…

Hold on! I see it now! It’s a spider silk, lying almost invisibly across his neck. Where did that even sprout out from? And how was it so strong that it could silently slice off a person’s neck like that?!

I gasped to myself in disbelief. However, no matter how hard to believe this sight was, it was also a fact that he was now dead.

With that in mind, I turned my wide eyes towards Paliseth. She still had her head lowered as before, standing there quietly like a beautiful statue. Had it not been for Lolthe’s blessing, perhaps I might not have even seen that spider silk hanging just above the area where Sarkath’s head used to be…