The Thrones' Abyss

Chapter 235: (235): Velator (5)


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Well, this answer wasn't what the king anticipated however, lately, he did stand exactly like what this man mentioned.

"It is to protect my people and your magicians grew hand in glove with the stray vampires and slew my people. They left me with no other choice!"

"You are a liar."

"Keep your mouth shut!"

Bryant alerted and the man just gave him a shivering gaze, he was squeezing the dagger on his neck with no doubt.

"Tell me, is the mother of the vampires behind this?"

The man jerked, how did he know?

"Who is that?"

The King smirked, so she was!

"Tell me and buy your freedom."

The man hesitated and gave himself a chance, if he told an untruth then the king would devastate his family and no vampire would attempt to aid them, nor could do that the magicians.

"Answer the king, no one will bother to save your family from me! Not even your devil God!"

Bryant knew what he was thinking about now.

"She is, the mother of vampires wants Alovena."

Gaven shot a glare to him, so all his guesses were right, the mistress of the devil was tending to ruin humankind then claim a war against the faeries to offer the devil a great gift, the King of Abyss.

"Was the king of Jodian aware of this intention?"

"They had to bow and survive but he is intoxicated by her beauty, her allocation, everything about her is better than yours. And I don't know too much."

"Why do you help them?"

"I'm a poor man from your land and this is the lack of the emperor whose ruling my land! She promised us, prosperity, wealth, and beauty."

"Thus far, this reason made you betray your people and let them be hunted?"

"Every war has victims."

The last words made the King's blood boil. He couldn't forgive such a thing. 

Walking out of the room, he looked back over his shoulder and added, "I am sorry, I can't free you for killing over one hundred civilians in the night they were laughing. You made their feast into a nightmare."

His eyes drifted on Bryant and turned back.

"You liar, you deserve..."

The blade danced in Bryant's hand and choked the rest of the words that would come to seize the king.

Gaven followed the King and waited to go and see the witch.

"Would you burn the witch?" Gaven asked.

"Let us see her first." 

Bryant came out of the room, cleaning his hand with a black cloth.

"Your Grace, the witch is awake. I had to heal her wounds."

"It is fine, I'm wondering why didn't she escape!"

Bryant led them to the lift and went to the cell where they were keeping the witch.

The girl didn't even roll her head up.

"This perfume says that a King-like man came to meet me!" She grinned, seemingly, the girl had waited a long time to have this opportunity.

The King looked at her blankly! How brave she was to speak to him like this.

"Who are you?"

The King asked.

"A forbidden fruit."

She made it brief, she thought seeing him would be easy but no it wasn't, it was hard, toxic, and recklessly made her despair.

"He meant your name!"

Gaven cleared.

"A magician Faerie? I'm wondering why aren't you burned out in his grudge fire!"

King Edward anticipated that this girl was holding a deep-rooted animosity inside her heart.

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"What is your name?"

The King repeated.

"Clara Stalin. You know my mother very well, don't you?"

The King felt that something fragile fractured inside him, this girl had her mother's name!

"What had happened to your mother?"

The girl burst out laughing, her head rolled back and the king saw her face and those green eyes. She took after Clara Stalin he knew once, the woman that then turned out to be a magician.

The King hid his shivering hands behind him. He let the woman go as she wasn't a dark magician then what had happened to this girl?

"You burned my mother including the entire village!"

The King didn't know what she meant! Was it Miguel? At that time he sent Miguel and his troop to settle the dark magicians' issues.

"I did not!"

"Liar!" She screamed, gasping surging ahead the shackles stopped her but her wounds were deadly too.

"Who is your father?"

This question calmed the girl and her pale face ran paler. Rage replaced with chilling distress.

"Who do you think my father is?"

She bared her teeth in rage.

"You let us catch you, bore the blades to tear your flesh once you had the chance to rush off the quarrel, why?"

"To reach you! I want to kill you."

She held her courage in her palms and menaced him.

"Do you think that I sit to let you do that?"

Gaven exclaimed.

She shrugged.

"Answer my question!"

Clara paused and opened her mouth, to shout out: you are the father who tricked my mother and found out where the village of light magicians was and then burned them all.

"I never saw him."

The King scanned her, she was around twenty.

"How old are you?"

She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. She had sworn not to let him breathe as soon as she saw him but didn't expect him to come when she was shackled.

"Twenty-two. Younger than your son."

She noted, the son that he raised among feather pillows and pampered him to become a beast like himself. Easy, ready to slay people.

The King turned on his heels and left the cell with no extra words. This girl was certainly his daughter. His heart ached and could not look at another daughter who was performing wicked as Livia.

Out of the cell, Bryant followed his king.

"Captain, take her to a clean cell and tend to her wounds until she is fine, attach her a magic locker."

The captain nodded, this could at least take two weeks but why would the king desire such a delay? Shouldn't they be faster and get the words out of her?

Returning to the cell, Bryant grabbed the girl's jaw and his hot breath exceeded forward, kissing her skin.

"Do you think that we would be easily fooled?"

"No but I love to fool you, did you see your king's face? That grim face worth my life."

She smirked.

Bryant slapped her.

"Hot but savage! I will tame you." She blurted and licked her torn lip, gazing at him, her green gem-like eyes gleamed.

"I wanted to send you to grave but he wished a heaven for you!"

"Don't you ask what I wish?"

"Hm, perhaps my bed!"

She cursed him as he pulled the shackles.

"Your hands, the scent of blood is clung to them!" She quipped and received his devilish sneer.

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