56 Bloody Dismembering (1/2)
The girls did not have any clue whatsoever with the poor state of the plotting group. They did know about the poor state of the old servant who had his head beheaded with a kick.
First, it was a head that landed quite far from them but within visible range nonetheless. Next, the body followed in a perfect trajectory that it somehow reconnected with the dismembered head. The dreadful tear in the neck was enough to tell that the old man was gone for good.
Anyone who would feel pity for the dead servant who was only following orders would be seen as an enemy in the eyes of Aster. The old man's quick response to action and indifference to his young master's vile thoughts was enough to tell people that he was vile as well.
It was not overboard but a death that the guy deserved. The old guy lived through the years while his other servant peers did not live past their primes. Who knew what dirty dealings that the man went through to survive all the while.
Kamryn was on the borderline of puking but willed herself to stop. The triplets were shocked by the sight of the beheaded corpse but only shocked and not more than that. They were told of the grim consequences of seeing things through, so they had to woman up and not be sissy girls that shriek every time they see a dead body.
It took a while until they saw a group of more than fifty people followed Aster as he walked towards them.
They can clearly see the muscle jacked face of the Grappler and the grim countenance of the young master who was pulling the strings all this while. All the other extras were pretty much mob to the beauties' eyes and their forgettable face was only supplemented to be unregistered in their minds with the fact that all of them were pleading and sweating unnaturally.
Most of them were dripping snot that the girls did not want to commit those ugly looks into memory.
What stood out in their eyes is their lover whose jolly mood was quite the opposite of the downcast aura that the enemy group had. Aster greeted like nothing was going to happen and it would just be a normal day. ”Yo! I hope you did not wait that long. It took me a minute to convince these guys to follow me over here.”
”Yeah! It took you a while to convince them but it really did not take long for a dead old man to come flying towards this grassy area.” Aria replied but her words were laced with praise and blame altogether.
”I had no choice. The man had to showcase his wind attribute and decided to jump over the walls without permission. You know what they say, you can do whatever you want with a guy who trespasses in your property.” Aster shrugged and felt little need to explain any further than that.
'The person who said that must be a psychopath.' The enemy group of gang members and servants cursed in their heads. The current part of the meadow they were standing in had grass that did not grow tall, so when they heard the beautiful couple's conversation they had their attention drawn towards the body that was sent flying.
It still had its eyes open but the expression of shock was plastered on the old servant's face. He was frankly attacked in haste without him finding out how his head was thrown off. The shocked expression made them remember the belief that a dismembered head still had moments to live before the brain's eventual shutdown.
In half a second, he was just trying to cross a high wall but in the latter half of the second, his world spun like crazy and shook him beyond belief. Before he could process his death, the pain and concussion reached his brain and ended him forever.
'What the...' Alcor Dren may act tough and bossy but seeing his servant dead made his thoughts incoherent. 'How could he... kill him like... that? It... is inhuman.'
If Aster and the servants would hear his thoughts right now, they would look down on him like weak trash. Moments ago, he was threatening the old man to be killed or punished if he failed but when the punishment was given, the short-tempered young master had his brain short-circuit from seeing the dead body for himself.
”Uhm. Mr. Nobody, we would like to apologize now?” A smart servant asked to break the silence. Their young master was supposed to take the lead in making peace but his silenced and shaking form at the moment was enough to tell them that he was down for the count.
The triplets did not know of much details since they were too far away to snoop with their heightened senses. They had their gaze focus on Aster's eyes to know what is going on.
Eve said in annoyance towards the group. ”It can't be that they are actually asking for forgiveness? Aren't they too shameless from trying to bury the grudge like nothing?”
Plum and her timid attitude had a sudden shift as she looked at them with animosity, her angry expression at Kamryn was mild because they knew that they were destined to be friendly in the long run. Her current look was like marking them as someone to kill.
He knew that his little lovers were tormented with fear and despair for a month and any heartless apology to save their own noble skin was truly not enough to erase their grudge on the Unkillable Rats, much so to the mastermind behind their aggression.
They had a lot of pesky suitors and the shaking Alcor who was just average in looks and demeanor was enough for them to be pushed to the limits. Aria had an expression of beseeching towards Aster to do what must be done. ”Aster, you promised them a brutal death. Turn the brutality to another level if you can, please. That ugly noble should have it worst.”
Aster found it funny for Alcor to be called ugly because any other girls would find the short-tempered noble to be handsome. 'I guess their exposure to the handsome me has made them indifferent to all the other men in the world. Just how I like it, I should be the peak in their eyes while everyone else is ugly masses of mush.'
”Uhm... you see, miss. We are from the Dren family and...” The servant was quick to try and salvage the situation. It was a big foul for them if their young master would die in their watch. Not that they would be spared in any way but the servant felt that their anger was towards Alcor and not them. His only choice to save their skin was the predictable and totally repetitive influence shmuck.