Chapter 230 - Warning (4) (1/2)

Predatory Marriage — Chapter 230. Warning (4)

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

Ishakan released his grip.

Cerdina crashed to the floor. Her whole body was trembling with fear, but her lips were pressed so tight together, it was as if they had been sewn shut.

“I have given your son a present.”

“……!”

Cerdina’s head snapped up in terror.

“Next time it won’t end with a warning,” Ishakan whispered, looking down at her. “Make no mistake, Queen Mother.”

That was all. The King of Barbarians vanished as quietly as he had come, and Cerdina lay motionless for a long time, gathering herself.

Then she rose to her feet and ran from the room, dressed only in her fine nightgown.

The second she reached the corridor, she froze as rigid as a stone statue, covering her mouth with her hand. Tomaris had always roamed freely through the royal palace under her rule. They posed as servants and wreaked havoc on the order of the palace. – Posted only on Novel

But now, her blood brethren were cold corpses. Their bodies were so damaged, it looked as if they had been torn apart by a beast.

“…Blain,” she said weakly, looking at the catastrophe.

She didn’t even stop for shoes. Racing barefoot through the main palace, the servants started at the sight of the elegant Queen Mother running desperately, and Cerdina waved a hand to send them scattering away, their eyes unfocused.

Crossing the long corridor, she reached Blain’s room. The foul reek of blood seeped beneath the closed door.

She was trembling as she pushed it open. It was even worse than what she had seen in her own palace. The dark room was a horror, with dozens of decapitated heads scattered across the floor. Most of them belonged to men with short hair, but the sight of long golden hair caught her attention…

The neck was so torn, it looked as if someone had ripped it from her body with their hands. Blood-soaked blonde hair fanned out over the floor, and the beautiful face was so mutilated that it was almost unrecognizable, but Cerdina knew who it was.

Lady Mirael.

The twisted expression on her mutilated face betrayed the agony of her death. Cerdina’s breath came heavily as she turned to look at the foot of the bed, where Blain was standing.

“…Mother.”

Like a madwoman, she ran to him, almost stumbling over the heads of the floor to throw her arms around him and embrace her beloved son. He was unharmed. He didn’t have a single scratch on him. Faint with relief, she caressed his face, but Blain pulled away from her hand coldly.

“What have you done?”

“…….”