novelzi Chapter 58 60:A Prank?
Chapter 58 60:A Prank?
[A few days ago.]
"Kya!"
SWISH!
A scream tore through the air as the sharp blur of a sword cut through flesh, severing the arm of a bald man with a scar over his eye. He fell to his knees, clutching his bleeding shoulder, his agonized scream echoing through the silence.
The severed arm landed with a wet thud, splattering blood across the ground. The boy holding the sword stood motionless, his eyes cold and emotionless as they locked onto the man's face.
The man gritted his teeth, his body trembling with pain, but his glare was unwavering.
"You nobles will never understand," he spat, his voice hoarse with rage.
"You'll never understand the suffering we endured under your tyranny!"
"Evil..Bad..No, we aren't the real evil rather it's you."
The boy's blank stare didn't waver as he replied in a low, cold voice, "Why should I care about the feelings of a criminal?"
The man let out a bitter laugh, his words cutting deeper than any blade.
"We did this to survive! To feed our parents, our wives, our children. And you—" His voice cracked as he gestured to the blood-soaked battlefield. "You killed them all! Every single one of them was once an innocent person who had no choice!"
The boy's grip on his sword faltered.His hand trembled as the man's words hit him like a weight he couldn't bear.
"You think I wanted this?" the man shouted, his face contorted with anguish. "I was a knight once..I was an honorable knight! But when I refused to serve your corrupt lords, they ruined me. They destroyed everything I loved, leaving me with no choice but to fight back."
Tears streaked the man's face, his voice growing softer but no less piercing.
"And now, you've taken the only thing I had left. Did you even stop to think about their families? Their wives waiting for their husbands, the children waiting for their fathers, the mothers hoping their sons would return home?"
The boy's chest tightened. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as guilt clawed at the edges of his composure.
The man noticed the hesitation and smirked through his pain, his voice filled with venom.
"See? You know, don't you? You know what you've done, but it doesn't matter to you. You're just like her. Cold. Heartless. A monster... just like your whore of a mother."
The boy's eyes widened, his trembling hand tightening on the hilt of his sword.
"What did you say?" he whispered coldly as his voice became sharper and his eyes glinted dangerously.
The man sneered, even as blood poured from his wound. "What? Did I lie? Who knows how many lovers your mother had, whoring herself while you—"
Every time he had this nightmare his heart grew in guilt that made him drown in it
He could still remember every minute and second of the day.
One of his maids was kidnapped by bandits and tracing her, when he reached the place he was utterly bewildered at the sight.
Those people were about to molest her.Around he also saw several women's cages and this made his mind go black and he went to carnage.
It was only after he killed them all and official arrived to investigate did he know that every one of them had families and to his shock, though they sell women and loot people, a part of the sum goes to orphans.
Apparently, most of them had grievances against the nobles but since they can't take on the mighty ones,they go after servants. And most of the time nobles don't bat an eye if a few people disappear.
They were vile and should be killed but what about people who depend on them? The innocent people were suffering.
As for compensating them with money can it compare to the pain of loss
Rising, Ashton looked at his class once again and signed, "Justice...Just what is true justice and how do I enforce it?"
"Everything feels wrong yet right. From our perspective what is wrong seems right from others and from what we think right is wrong for others."
He looked at the ceiling waiting for an answer but there was no one to help him get an answer.
"No need to waste time on pessimistic thoughts."
Dressing up, he stepped out only to notice a haphazardly written letter stuck in the boss.
"Whose is it?Mother?"
"Knowing her meticulousness, it shouldn't be her?"
Thinking this, he opened it and saw a message on it.
[3.15 PM Saturday at the regular meeting spot, the secluded building behind the library. Anyone who dared to remain absent shall...]
"Huh! A gathering!"
He wanted to discard it as a joke but seeing the warning his eyes narrowed. He hates threats.
Due to being threatened several times by some spoiled brat, he hates this stupidity.
"Is it a prank? But what if this was something important."
He thought of asking Roderick but knowing him, things might get weird and if he wasn't enough of trouble,he gonna pull Leila into the fray.
"Let's see what's going on."