Chapter 127: Devil May Cry III (2/2)

“Hmph!” Cecil snorted hatefully. “I may not know what it is, but the letters are dated around the time when your mother is latching on to the old man. Since he wrote to Ainsworth, the treasure must refer to something she gave him. How dare you claim he loves me after keeping that treasure for me for so many years! He only loved you, bast—”

“The treasure he’s talking about is you, dumbass!” Angora abruptly cut Cecil’s hateful rant short. “The letters were just a conversation he had with Ainsworth: Kinley was recently born, and father was intending for her to be betrothed to you and pave your way into the Empire as you inherit his dukedom! The ‘treasure from god’ is him bragging to the count about you, the son he’s so proud of!”

“Impossible… how would you know…”

“That’s what we talked about after the banquet. He had actually sent out someone to recover those letters after Count Ainsworth’s death so that his enemies would never uncover his weakness, only to lose a few. Those would be these letters you managed to get, I guess.”

Angora then sneered at Cecil’s look of disbelief. “Although the letters lack context, just thinking about it would uncover the truth. Only dumbasses who overanalyze everything would keep nitpicking, until they go as far as killing their own father.”

“Impossible! Impossible! Impossible! If what you say is true, would those Great Ones not realize that? They clearly believed that the god’s treasure existed! Such a thing…” Cecil’s fearsome figure began contorting after learning the unbelievable truth, his face turning even more fearsome at that.

“The ‘Great Ones’ that had your back isn’t even human, right? If they could not even understand human emotion, how would they understand love?!”

“You lie! That’s impossible! You’re trying to trick me!”

Cecil stared in horror at his hands that were now full of tumors and green pus. “Why did I… for such a laughable reason…”

His throbbing tumors and tentacles became still then.

But just as Angora thought that Cecil finally realized how ridiculous a mistake he had made, Cecil’s face turned malicious again.

“It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault! Would I have gotten into this if you never existed!? If you dared turn me into this misbegotten form, I would destroy all that you cherish, and torture you bit by bit!”

Angora’s heart skipped a bit, promptly realizing that Cecil had gone completely mad.

“Vela…”

Before he could warn her, the girl who had just dragged the now-stable Horan to safety was caught unawares. Her whole upper body was slapped off with one of Cecil’s humongous flesh appendages, and she died instantly!

“Hahahaha! Brother mine, how do you feel now?!” Cecil stared at the frozen look on Angora’s face, laughing deafeningly and maniacally.

“Cecil.”

Angora’s voice was immeasurably calm, but profound fury was lurking just beneath that serenity. “There is only one reason for your failure.”

He drew out his wand and aimed it straight at Cecil’s face of malice. “And that’s because you pissed me off!”