Chapter 177 - Short stories 7.9> (1/2)

Chapter 177: <Short stories 7.9>

Lucretius dragged the man and threw him onto the water channel.

Splash!

Bina was in the middle of creating a proper sewage system in the kingdom. It wasn’t completed and took longer than expected because their kingdom was very large. Luckily, Lucretius managed to find a finished channel nearby with clean water.

Truthfully, Lucretius wanted to throw him onto a dirty sewage canal, but that could cause Roberto to contract a deadly disease and die. He had promised both Bina and Amarince that he wouldn’t kill him, so Lucretius had to let Roberto live.

In the cold water, Roberto finally regained his consciousness.

“…!”

After flailing around for a few seconds, he managed to swim to the edges. Lucretius, however, kicked him every time he almost got out. This occurred a few times before Roberto was finally allowed to come out of the water.

“Hmm. You are weaker than I expected. I would kick you a few more times, but if I did, I think you might have drowned.”

“…”

Roberto was panting heavily at this point.

Lucretius continued, “You better thank the empress. If she hasn’t created these channels, you would have been eating shit today.”

Roberto threw up some water and smirked. “Ha! The empress must have asked you to not kill me. Is that it?”

“Maybe.”

Roberto wanted to anger Lucretius. “So that’s why you assaulted me. You can’t kill me, so this is how you relieve your anger? Wow, what a petty emperor you are!”

Lucretius grinned and kicked the man again.

“Gyaa!” Roberto screamed again as he spat out two of his teeth.

“My, my… I guess I broke your teeth. Too bad. Why won’t you be careful with your words next time? If you call a petty man petty, don’t you know he will get angry? Don’t you think a petty man will act petty and hit you?”

The ground became wet with Roberto’s blood as he continued to cough out every time the king assaulted his body.

Lucretius continued, “You should know that a petty man like me will never let someone like you off easy, a man who targeted my wife.”

Lucretius then took out his sword. The sound of the metal rang clearly, making Roberto took a step back instinctively. He could feel Lucretius’ silent rage.

“…”

Roberto felt a wave of gigantic aura of pure anger surging within himself for being such a coward. He was the one who orchestrated this mess because he wanted everything to be in ruins, including himself and his mother. Yet here he was, running away because he was afraid of death.

‘I hate myself.’

Lucretius was about to kick Roberto’s hand when Roberto instinctively rolled into a ball, and the emperor ended up kicking Roberto’s back instead.

Kick!

Roberto felt a surge of incredible pain. He spewed out more blood before fainting. Lucretius became annoyed. He scooped up some water from the channel and splashed it onto Roberto’s face.

“…!”

Roberto shivered in cold and pain. It wasn’t a cold day, but he was hurt and wet with freezing water. He was quickly becoming hypothermic.

Lucretius looked down at him with contempt and placed his sword onto Roberto’s neck. As Roberto gasped in shock, the sharp edge cut his neck, making it bleed a few drops. Roberto shuddered in pain and fear of his life.

The emperor’s voice was cold. Much colder than the icy water in the channel.

“When you squeezed Amarince’s neck, she became fearful of her voice. To a singer, I suppose her neck is the most important part of her body. When I was about to kick your hand, you protected it with your body. I guess your hand is important to you.

“…”