Chapter 368: The Last Threshold of Wrath (2)
“Calm down first, Gong-Ja. Your eyes are dripping with bloodlust.”
Raviel tapped the chair beside her. The fan she tapped on her chair’s armrest was one of the luxury gifts I had given her.
I bit my lip. The fan wasn’t just an expensive gift. Namgung Woon—Buwolseon, Teacher’s rival, the Murim Alliance’s leader, and the OJP Sect’s grand protector—had made the fan with great care.
Raviel would have known that I would come barging in. She was wise. Instead of simply telling me to calm down, she found a way to calm me down better than any words could. Her plan worked very well. Seeing an item that had even a little bit to do with Teacher cooled my rage. Still, it was like pouring ice cubes on lava.
“When else would I harbor bloodlust if not now?” I asked.
“Whenever that time may be, even if it is this very moment, it’s clear that the place where you should harbor that emotion isn’t in front of me. It’s not a matter of time but of place.”
“I’m aware, but I don’t want my rage to dull. The more I speak with you, the more rational I’ll become,” I said in a small voice.
Actually, ever since I had learned about her death, I had been speaking rather quietly. It wasn’t to stay levelheaded—quite the opposite. I didn’t want the anger in my heart to creep into my voice, not even a drop of it.
“I want to stain my hands with blood through pure rage and emotions. Please tell me who dared to hurt you, Raviel.”
“To my ears, that just sounds like an excuse for you to go mad.”
“You heard me right.”
Raviel smiled, seemingly pleased, as if she had found a new toy. For a moment, she seemed to tremble after witnessing the fierce wave of my emotions. Seeing the curve of her lips etched on her pale face, I knew I couldn’t keep this up any longer. Raviel was more interested in my reaction than her own death.