Chapter 152 - Battle of the Crossing (V)
"I will enjoy destroying your house." Aenar said, looking at the arrogant Walder Frey, Lord of the Crossing and lord of House Frey.
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Aenar entered Twins with a smile. He looked at the soldiers, who seemed impressed by his arrival, and waved to everyone with a charismatic smile, something he knew how to do masterfully.
"Don't worry, in the name of the gods, I'll keep my word." Noticing the tense expressions of these men, Aenar spoke with a calm and regal tone.
His words caused the tense faces of the House Frey soldiers to relax, as they all knelt in sincerity. They just wanted this hell to end as soon as possible. They couldn't take it anymore and they wanted their bed as soon as possible.
Aenar focused his gaze on the four men tied up in the center of the courtyard. He recognized the four men, all sons of Walder Frey. The other three were irrelevant; only Hosteen was a notable figure, at least in terms of fencing.
Standing out among almost forty sons was a good thing. After all, not everyone was a monster like Leda, who had an excellent talent for fencing.
"Hosteen, I presume." Aenar approached the captives and asked with a playful look. Seeing the man's desperate expression satisfied his sadism towards his enemies a little. You could call him a sadist, but breaking an enemy's hope was quite pleasurable.
Hosteen just spat on the ground and looked at Aenar with an arrogant look. Even in such conditions, the man remained arrogant.
However, without Aenar needing to speak, Leda stepped forward and kicked Hosteen in the face with a little force. Although it was a low blow, Leda's low strength and that of ordinary people were completely different.
Hosteen's entire jaw was dislocated by Leda's kick. Blood, saliva and teeth fell out nearby.