Chapter 100: Driven by Bloodlust
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Warm blood dripped from Dante’s hand, trickling down the length of his long, slender fingers before eventually falling to the ground. He brought his bloody hand to his lips before licking the blood off one of his fingers.
Despite the sun’s rays touching the ground where they gathered, a chill of fear ran through everyone’s body as they witnessed the gory scene before them. The onlookers looked terrified, not understanding what was happening, and this included the Vizier, who grew more visibly tense with every passing second.
The frown on King Maxwell’s face deepened as he continued to watch the unfolding scene below from the balcony of his room. He tightly gripped the railing on which his hand was resting. As his mother had said, something was wrong with Dante, and one could sense it by observing the man’s demeanour. The atmosphere grew heavy, permeated by a palpable sense of dread.
When Dante dropped the dead guard’s body to the ground and started walking towards the other guard, the rest of the onlookers warily attempted to step away without drawing attention to themselves. The second guard, visibly shaken and frightened, stammered in terror,
"P—Prince Dante, I—I didn’t do anything, anything. I only walk—ed away from there and wasn’t the o—one to throw her in." The guard took a fearful step back, but Dante had already closed the distance, standing in front of him.
"Do you still think you did nothing?" Dante questioned, his eyes growing hollow with the scent of blood filling the air. His hand shot up to the guard’s neck, curling around it firmly, and he remarked, "You seem useless. You watched the palace’s courtesan drowning, and instead of helping her, you left her to die. There’s no need for you to work here any longer."
With those words, Dante drew out his dagger and forcefully rammed its tip into the guard’s head, which made a distinct cracking sound as the metal vanished into the man’s skull.
"Now, the third one at the back there," Dante turned to look at the last guard, whose heart raced faster than the rest, causing his breath to be uneven. "Are you going to spit out who ordered you to throw her in the sea, or would you prefer I kill you?" With a tilt of his head and one eyebrow raised in question, Dante awaited the guard’s response.