Chapter 155: Filth (2/2)

Simba and Zazu did not know what catamites meant, but they could tell from the context that it meant nothing good and could well be worse than slaves, hence exploding into a tirade of curses at the young noble.

The young noble was not concerned however, and continued his attempt to persuade Mufasa. “If you think that training them would be difficult, I could have them trained before sending them to you—”

“Enough.”

Mufasa finally spoke.

However, his voice was not compromising with the promised grand futures or gold, but instead laced with rage. “How much further would you trample over the people? Your kind of nobles aren’t people with noble character, but demons who saw the common folk as livestock, and yet still suck on their blood and lives!”

Mufasa then raised his sword and pointed it at the flustered young noble. “I have no intention of clashing with b*stards like you, but now I must at least teach refuse like you a terrible a lesson that not everyone are slaves whom you could bully as you like! So that you would careful when you feast on others from now on!”

“What are you doing?! You should stop right now!” The young noble shrank even further behind Nala when he realized that things had gone wrong, his voice getting desperate even as he felt cornered by Mufasa’s towering and irrepressible killing intent. “Don’t be stupid! You would have to cut through this girl before you could reach me, or is this your definition of justice?!”

Simba and Zazu were casting nervous looks at Mufasa too, fearful that his bloodlust had clouded his mind and that he really would kill Nala too.

However, Mufasa was gently rubbing the edge of his sword as if cleaning it. The rage over his face had reverted to calmness once again, as if holding that sword allows him to cool down.

“The art of the blade is nothing so inconvenient,” he said lightly.

The young noble sensed something wrong, but he was too slow in the instant he realized that.

A mercurial reflection of the blade flashed.

The right hand he was holding his sword with had detached at the wrist and dropped the ground. The cut was so unbelievably smooth that even blood had seemed to forget its duty in that cleanest of strikes, and only slowly spurted out seconds later!

“Aaaaaargh! My hand! My hand—!”

The young noble was left blank for a moment, before releasing the girl and started screaming while holding the stump that had been his right hand.

Both Simba and Zazu immediately charged up at that opening and whisked Nana away.

The young noble was finally facing the stony-faced Mufasa directly just then.

“Wait, don’t kill me! What do you want? Money? I can give it to you, I can give everything I have, even my titles!” The young noble, his face already covered in tears and snivel started to beg for mercy however he could as he sensed his approaching doom. “Just spare my life, and you’ll be a noble!”

Mufasa took a deep breath even as he held his sword, before roaring in immeasurable disgust. “Who would want such filth! Chop!”

In the next second, the young noble and the wall behind him was chopped in two under the brutal force of Mufasa’s slash, losing all signs of life completely.