Chapter 52: Tournament 3 (1/2)
With a cold stare, I gazed towards the king, my face stained with the blood of the fool. With a grim appearance, King Oswin arose furiously, ”Marquess Dra, what is the meaning of this. You dare attack our kingdoms New Inquisitor.” He demanded with a frosty glare, his tone dark as the abyss.
Yet, all Marquess did was fall to his knees before his broken son, as some of the injuries on Tomas's body was slowly being healed by my pill. It was a somewhat unnecessary step, but one that would leave Tomas deformed and broken for the rest of his life.
Tears swelled within his eyes as he took Tomas into his powerful arms, ”...M..My...boy...” He mournfully whispered, ”P...Plea...please...do...don't die...”
Even the king became lost for words as Marquess broke down, shedding tears of blood. Like there was a sword in his heart, blood began to ooze from his mouth, leaking upon the seared face of his only child.
Stepping forward, I bowed, ”Forgive me, Marquess Dra...I never meant for this to happen...we were friends, and things went...” I apologized with a tick in my throat, trying not to burst into laughter. ”I am...so sorry, but he will pull through I gave him a blood elixir, something that will stop all the blood loss, while doing a quick emergency...treatment.”
With a pale face, Dra gazed at me with broken eyes. The warmth within his body had all but vanished as his pale face grew hollow. ”...Why...Why...why my son...” he begged, as his dark hair slowly began turning grey
Damn, now this is actually making me sad...or is my acting that good. Shaking my head, tears fell from my face as I bowed again, ”Forgive me, for a genius of Asterion has fallen today.” I replied, walking away.
Oswin's face had twisted in an ugly deformity as he clenched his fist. Even Grey had a rather sorrowful grimace. Nevertheless, he is a far better actor than me.
”Is this not a fitting end to an assassin,” a bewitching voice asked as the void around Dra shattered.
Stepping out, Isaella clenched Marquess Dra by the throat, her violet eyes shining with intense killing intent, ”You a heavenly rank master, attacked a Qi condensation master, one that the king himself just gifted a title to. Tell me, Dra, what do you think the punishment of killing an Inquisitor of Asterion is.” She questioned, her powerful fingers digging into Dra's throat.
Yet, the only thing I noticed was the blood rushing downwards as Isaella questioned the man. Tying to hind my excitement, I felt a powerful intent from Oswin as he eyed me for a second. Dark killing intent could be seen shadowing his royal body.
Unfortunately, before my nightmare was far from over, a shadow appeared next to me. As Eroma cried with laughter, ”Brother, Did you fuck the queen.” he questioned with a low murmur.
As if hell was unleashed, Oswin killing intent showered the void causing every heavenly master to rise in their seat.
....FUCK YOU, EROMA...
With a mischievous grin, he eyed Isaella and me taking a deep breath in as his eyes glimmered with a dark light.