novelraw Chapter 115
Chapter 115
Two days later.
On the lower part of the island. Darlius continued wandering around the island.
But he spent most of his time in the bars. Listening to conversations between drunks.
Generally, their discussions dragged on. Or talked about things that annoyed Darlius.
At least, some information was revealed.
Darlius was surprised to hear that the Payo clan wanted to end the war this year. He set this information aside, considering it important for later.
“And you know what? Apparently, Madame Liara has decided to execute her brother and all the prisoners on the same floor as him.”
Shouted a man with a beer in hand.
“What… you mean Prince Kurdes?”
His drinking buddy replied.
“Yes.”
“Honestly, when I heard she was crazy, I thought the guys were joking. But apparently not.”
“I’ve got something even crazier for you. I got this from a simple human… aaa… just remembering that soft body I defiled—”
Snap of fingers.
“And continue your story. Instead of talking to us about your bedroom affairs.”
“Sorry. As I was saying. This simple human followed the clan leader for a year. And she told me how Kurdes was viewed. The other domestics all agreed that Kurdes thought he was above everyone.”
“If he thinks he’s above non-cultivators, that’s normal.”
“Except he thinks he’s above cultivators too. She told me that once, in the common dining hall where all the high-ranking clan leaders were—some were having a good time with courtesans, others abusing domestics—well, there was no problem in your story.”
“Wait, wait, just listen. Sitting down to eat, Kurdes supposedly gave a dark glare to all the leaders enjoying themselves. And called them pigs. In front of his father.”
“What…… but he’s insane.”
“The worst part is that his sister burst out laughing. In front of everyone. And asked him to follow her. And according to her, that’s when the other clan members realized that Madame Liara was torturing her brother.”
“Well, what a family. Anyway, who cares as long as we have fun. The fate of others is none of our business.”
“Yeah, but something else. On the day of the execution, we should avoid going outside. According to guys who work with Rezu, many rank six and seven will come to watch. And, straight from Rezu’s mouth, Hurry and Plasdors, both rank eight, will attend.”
“But what’s the problem?”
“Let me explain. Rezu destroys slaves physically through torture or rape. But those two are more interested in mental destruction of their victims. Apparently, even Rezu is wary of them.”
“So why are they coming to an execution? I don’t see the mental side in that.”
“But yes, idiot. They want to see the fear in his eyes before he dies, and especially the last spark of life through those eyes.”
Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on NovelBin.
“BUT HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL THIS?”
“Aaa. You know, you have to pick the right slaves, especially those who seem educated and intelligent. While you break them, you can learn a lot of things.”
“Yeah yeah. That excites me.”
A hand placed on their shoulders interrupted their discussion.
“Excuse me, gentlemen. But I was walking down the street when a woman with purple hair, perfectly shaped breasts, buttocks so enchanting they could absorb you, called out to me. I thought she wanted me. Because my thoughts were already perverse, ready for reality. When she stopped me. And pointed at you. Touching herself. Repeating that she wanted you inside her.”
Declared the man in such a descriptive tone that the two drunks already imagined themselves having their fun with this woman who wanted them so badly.
“But where is she now?”
Asked one of the two.
Displaying a smile, the man pointed to an alley where a half-naked woman was beckoning them.
Like animals in heat, the two men ran after the young woman.
………
In the alley.
“Young lady, we’re here.”
“And our sticks will fulfill your lack of carnal pleasure so much.”
Suddenly, behind them, a voice whispered:
“But I’m here.”
Lowering their pants before turning around, the two men saw this young woman. But she was no longer naked. She was now wearing black pants, a kind of black sweater that clung almost to her skin.
“Why did you get dressed again, beauty? We have to satisfy you, and you have to—”
His sentence cut off when his head headed toward the ground.
She had decapitated them so quickly that they only realized it too late.
“Is this your way of releasing your anger, Dina?”
Said Darlius, entering the alley.
When Dina pierced the air with her blade, stopping it right in front of Darlius, who had raised his hands in the air.
“I know it was to lure them here. But tone down the description you give of me. Even if it’s false.”
Roared Dina, clearly threatening Darlius.
“Alright, are you done? Because we should leave before someone spots us here. Don’t you think?”
Darlius replied with a mocking smile.
“Damn, look at you. From spending so much time with us, you’re starting to go crazy yourself.”
Sighed Dina, following Darlius.
“And Aconé, do you think he’ll succeed?”
She asked.
“Who knows. I admit I might have made a mistake myself by sending him to investigate near Rezu. Who scares even his own men.”
Explained Darlius.
——————————
On the upper part of the island.
Inside the old abbey, in a room once dedicated to prayer and redemption.
A man was tied to a chair. His arms covered in leaves. But above all, missing both legs.
Crying all the tears in his body, he had long since stopped calling for help. His gaze was empty, but also filled with despair and pain.
But hearing the door not far away, his voice, which seemed extinguished, began to scream. His eyes begging for pity.
All this suffering caused by a young woman who entered the room. Sword in one hand. Nail in the other.
With every cry, every plea from the man, her smile only grew.
Close enough to him, she caressed his cheek.
“Please, scream louder. I don’t feel enough of your despair.”
She whispered in his ear, plunging the man into even greater distress.
Like a reprieve given by luck or a higher being, someone came to solicit the young woman.
“Madame Liara, I would like to speak with you.”
Disappointed to be disturbed, Liara gave a kiss to the man’s forehead, murmuring softly and tenderly:
“I’ll be back.”
Leaving the room, Liara questioned the one who came to see her.
“What do you want, Vito?”
She asked dryly.
“Did you leak the fact that you’re going to execute your brother?”
Vito exposed.
“Of course it was me. I’m finally making him face death in his eyes. It’s been since we left childhood that he no longer reacts when I torture him. Before, he would beg me to stop, because we were family. How that made me laugh.”
Explained Liara.
“Perhaps, madame. But with all due respect, he is very strong in strategy. And reads his enemy easily. Losing him while we’re trying to annihilate the Chang clan and this resistance would be a waste. After the war, however, you would have all the time needed to execute him.”
Specified Vito when he caught Liara’s gaze, which looked at him like prey to be slaughtered.
“Kurdes will die in five days. Even if the clan or even fate doesn’t want his death. That is in no way my problem.”
She insisted when the door behind her opened. And the man who had been crying for pity moments ago jumped on Liara with a sharp wooden stick.
Thinking he had struck her, he opened his eyes. And saw no one in front of him except another man.
Trying to turn, he noticed his main limbs flying through the air. Before seeing upside down himself. He hadn’t even been able to inflict any damage on her, at least.
“That’s strange about the leaves. Shouldn’t they have exploded? He still managed to free himself… Vito, you go find out who tried to kill me. I’ll deal with this story after the execution.”
She exclaimed, leaving.
“But where are you going, Lady Liara?”
Vito asked.
“To find myself another toy. And I think I’ll choose one of those who share Kurdes’ cell. With a bit of luck, they might have become a little close.”
She said with a smile that could disturb anyone seeing it.