What else was happier than having everything go smoothly?
Of course, when everything went smoothly, there would be unexpected rewards.
Just like Kieran at this very moment.
War Shrine's move was within Kieran's expectation.
He even knew a thing or two about the methods that War Shrine would use.
After all …
He had a reliable follower who helped him understand War Shrine's entire plan. However, Viscount Little was an unexpected surprise.
Kieran never thought War Shrine would choose Viscount Little as a disguise target.
To him, this was really good news.
If he was the one who made a move against Viscount Little, it would be too obvious.
But if War Shrine made a move …
Things would get interesting.
With that in mind, Kieran gave Bloody Mary a new order.
'Find the real Viscount Little.'
There were no more orders.
Kieran knew Bloody Mary would understand what he meant.
As for how to locate Viscount Little?
[Tracking]'s vision allowed him to lock down where the fake Viscount Little came from. The real Viscount Little must be somewhere nearby.
The fake Viscount Little didn't have time to settle down Viscount Little.
As for killing Viscount Little?
The fake Viscount's goal wasn't just a massacre.
More precisely, the fake Viscount Little was killed and used as a bargaining chip to strike a deal with Viscount Little.
What if Viscount Little was dead?
How furious would Aïtantin VI be after losing his heir?
What would Snake school do after losing its heir?
Viscount Little would have no choice back then.
You said explain?
Sometimes, if an explanation was useful, there wouldn't be so many massacres.
The human heart was complicated and shouldn't be looked at directly.
Therefore, whenever he faced his enemies, Kieran always preferred to deal with them in the most direct way.
The sword grazed Kieran's body.
A dazzling radiance shone on the sword.
The glaring light caused the surrounding people to close their eyes subconsciously.
Dozens of sword gleams shot out from the sword's blade, slicing the stone ground within a five-meter radius into pieces. However, they did not hurt Kieran at all. In fact, the imposter could not even see Kieran's figure.
Only —
Hiss, hiss hiss!
The snake hisses were like the prelude to the appearance of the Grim Reaper.
A stream of air appeared out of thin air, swirled, and enveloped the imposter.
Whoosh!
His clothes were immediately torn apart, followed by his flesh. It was as if countless invisible snakes were tearing at him from the void.
This feeling of being cut by a thousand blades made the imposter cry out in pain.
"Ah!"
The screams were loud and resounding, but they stopped abruptly.
His leg, hidden in the air current, landed on the other party's head.
Bang!
Amidst the muffled sound, the imposter's figure swayed like a drunkard. She staggered a few steps before falling to the ground.
Scarlet blood mixed with crushed brains flowed out from her nostrils, ears, and eyes.
Until the moment of her death, the imposter widened her eyes.
She had to admit that she had underestimated the Snake School heir's strength.
But the smile in the Snake School heir's eyes?
On her deathbed, the imposter looked at the 'Ming Zi' that she had set up. Then, she saw the smile in Gino's eyes. It was a carefree, vengeful smile.
'It's him?!
He leaked my plan! '
The imposter tried to push herself up and shout.
Unfortunately, darkness descended upon her forever at the very next moment.
The imposter was dead.
"Your Highness? Your Highness?
Are you alright? "
Monte, who was thrown out by Kieran, ran back.
When he saw Kieran was unharmed, A Close Official heaved a breath of relief. Then, A Close Official looked at the remaining followers and guards of Viscount Little with overflowing killer intents.
"Capture them!
I want them alive! "
Although A Close Official really wanted to chop these bastards into minced meat, he had to think more for the benefit of his Highness.
'Maybe this is a chance?'
A Close Official thought.
Rogart, who went to check the body, verified his guesses.
The imposter was not Viscount Little.
"Sean?!"
Sivalka had accurately called out the man's name.
The former Dark Hall deacon of the War Shrine frowned hard.
He thought of some bad rumors about the War Shrine.
Inquisition!
It must be an Inquisition!
Then, Sivalka looked at Kieran with a worried gaze.
Kieran walked to the body with a calm face, picked up the sword from the imposter's hand, and turned around to the temporary camp of the Mist religious sect.
He didn't give any orders nor did he express anything else.
Everyone at the scene looked at each other in confusion.
No one knew what was going through the mind of the heir of Aïtantin, Snake School.
Shouldn't he be angry after being assassinated?
How could he be so calm?
Everyone was guessing.
Bloody Mary, who knew everything, was busy.
Although its boss had informed it of the general location, it was still in the densely populated Aïtantin Castle with a lot of buildings. Searching for a person in a place like this wasn't an easy task.
Fortunately, it was fast enough.
Traversing through the void, Bloody Mary flew past more than 20 houses and eventually found Viscount Reedral in the basement of one of the houses.
Viscount Little wasn't in his best condition at the moment.
There were many wounds on his body, and although they were bandaged, they were still bleeding profusely.
His face was pale and his forehead was burning.
When Bloody Mary appeared in front of him, Viscount Little seemed to have noticed it, but he didn't even have the strength to move a finger, he couldn't even open his eyes.
Bloody Mary couldn't help but shake its head and sigh.
It could easily tell that the viscount was ambushed by at least four people, but it was an arrow that caused the viscount to lose his mobility.
A poisoned arrow.
It was also because of this arrow that the viscount became a captive and ended up in such a terrible state.
"My lord heard the words' confusion '."
"My lord heard the words' confusion '."
"I am here on the will of my lord."
"To remove the 'Confusion' from you."
"To answer your confusion."
Bloody Mary spoke slowly in Simon's image.
Its voice was warm and filled with the love for life.
It reached out a finger, and a white light enveloped Viscount Reedral.
…
Coldness spread all over his body.
Little never thought he would die in such a way.
Yes, he died.
He smelled the scent of death.
The sword and knife wounds weren't serious, just superficial wounds, but the poisoned arrow started to destroy his life force.
'Maybe I'll be a dead body soon.'
Little thought.
Fear and despair rose from the bottom of his heart.
Who wasn't afraid of death?
Little didn't know.
But he was afraid of death.
However, what terrified him more was that his death would be in such a quiet and unheard-of manner.
'What would that bastard do with my appearance?'
Fear and despair filled his heart. Little started to think at the last moment of his life.
Naturally, he thought of the man who disguised himself as him.
Then?
He thought of what would happen to his family because of his death.
He also thought of the king's decisiveness and ruthlessness.
And the War Shrine!
That's right, the War Shrine!
Traces of hatred spread from Little's heart.
Although the ambush from before surprised him and the ambushers were careful enough to hide their true skills, he still found out where those bastards came from.
The War Shrine!
Connecting the dots to what happened last night, Little quickly deduced the cause and effect.
The War Shrine wouldn't allow a powerful royal family to appear.
Especially a royal family that had a lot of conflicts with the Demon Hunters, even more so.
And him?
He was just a fish in the moat.
Rage!
Unwillingness!
The rage rose up but soon disappeared.
Little knew it was useless. He didn't see the situation clearly, hence falling into such a situation. He couldn't blame others.
Death became the only option.
Coldness gushed in like a tidal wave.
Reedral struggled again, but he felt even more powerless.
Just when he was about to give up, a blurry voice entered his ears.
The voice was blurry but it was warm.
The coldness faded away.
While basking in the warmth, he unconsciously started to recall his life.
He thought of when he was 16 years old, walking in Aïtantin Castle, he brushed past the girl in linen.
He thought of when he was 20 years old, for the sake of his family, he had to marry a woman he didn't know.
He thought of when he was 22 years old, in order to conform to the trend of the upper class in Aïtantin Castle, he started to have two QR's.
He thought of when he was 23 years old, the woman scorned and ridiculed him when she found out that he started to have QR's.
He thought of when he was 25 years old, the woman moved back to the family's old house and died of depression.
He thought of when he was 30 years old, when he brought the QR's child back to the family and the suffering he went through.
He thought of when he was 33 years old …
Life was like a lantern.
Whirring.
Everything of everything.
Everything became illusory.
He felt the warmth.
He felt like he was 16 years old again.
He saw the girl in the sackcloth again.
He couldn't help but burst into tears.
He stopped in his tracks.
He opened his mouth and asked.
"Hello, I'm Little, may I know you?"
A polite greeting.
No answer.
Only the girl's smile.
Under the sunlight, it was so bright.
Little stared blankly.
He realized what he pursued in the past for?
Why did he only realize what he wanted now?
The next moment!
Little opened his eyes.
He saw Bloody Mary standing in front of him.
"Is this all a dream?"
Little murmured in a low voice.
"Is it a good dream?"
Bloody Mary asked in return.
"A good dream?
Yes, it's the best dream I've ever had.
My heart, it feels like … it's alive. "
Little wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes and struggled to get up. He knelt down on one knee in front of Bloody Mary and said with a never before seen solemn tone, "Little greets lord bishop."
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