Chapter 205 You should just leave

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Seeing that everyone was froze, Joltar saw the opportunity. He moved like a shadow, swift and silent, closing the distance between himself and Remon in the blink of an eye. Remon barely had time to react before Jolthar's blade came down in a clean, precise arc, severing the hand that held the sceptre. The limb fell to the ground, the sceptre still clutched in its lifeless fingers. He took a moment to realize what just happened, and Remon stared in shock, his mouth opening in a soundless scream as he looked from his severed arm to the hand lying on the ground. "YOU!! What do you think you are doing? Do you know who I am?" Jolthar scoffed, "Ask your mother!" Jolthar didn't give him a chance to recover. With a swift kick, he sent Remon sprawling onto his back, his foot pressing down on the man's chest with enough force to knock the air from his lungs. "Argh! You can't do this to me. My sister will kill you." The beasts, now without the sceptre's corrupting influence, began to falter. Their movements grew sluggish, their snarls fading into whimpers as they turned and fled back into the forest, disappearing into the shadows from which they had come. They were intelligent enough to tell that drake was strong, and they couldn't fight against the drake. So they had no choice but to escape. Remon writhed beneath Jolthar's boot, his face contorted with pain and rage. He reached out with his remaining hand, clawing at the air as he tried to grab the sceptre. Jolthar's blade flashed again, and Remon's other hand fell to the ground, severed at the wrist. The man let out a blood-curdling scream, his body convulsing as he stared at the stumps where his hands had been. Jolthar leaned down, his expression cold and unyielding. "So," he said, his voice calm but laced with menace, "who are you again?" Remon spat curses at him, his voice trembling with pain and fury. "You fucking bastard! You'll pay for this!" he shrieked. Jolthar could tell that he knew the man, and he mentioned a pillar. 'Were there more of those stones?' Jolthar thought. Myron was still at the back, watching with patience. He observed the count, and he could tell that he harboured no ill intent towards Jolthar even after seeing the mess. Hamen's gaze moved between Jolthar, the impressive drake at his side, and the void-touched sword in his hand. The Count's expression revealed nothing, but his careful assessment spoke volumes. This young man had not only survived an encounter with a licaolf but had managed to kill it—a feat few could claim. The drake, too, showed signs of being far more formidable than ordinary mounts. He heard it clearly and felt the second roar himself. It indeed lived up to its name as the fiercest creature—the Velkynirs. Hamen recognized the race of the drake with a single glance at its crimson scales and its rare features. "Who are you?" The question carried weight beyond mere curiosity. Hamen's memory flickered with recognition—he had seen this youth among Wymar's men, but the boy's identity had escaped his notice until now. "I'm Jolthar, from the Barony of Tekkora." The young man's response was respectful but unafraid. Hamen nodded slowly, absorbing this information. "What happened here?" Jolthar saw that there was no need to hesitate. So far, Hamen hasn't shown any hostility towards him. Jolthar's explanation was succinct but complete, laying out the sequence of events that had led to this confrontation. Throughout the telling, Myron remained in the background, his presence almost forgotten in the wake of such momentous events. The Count listened without interruption, his face betraying nothing of his thoughts. When Jolthar finished, Hamen's response was surprisingly measured. "I think you should just leave. Seeing that it was this man's fault for poking at you." Hamen showed no emotions on his face and said nothing about the mess that Jolthar had caused. If at all, it seemed like he was interested in Jolthar, but who would argue? A frown crossed Jolthar's features, but he chose not to dwell on it.

Chapter 205 You should just leave

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