Chapter 88
Karl just stood there, frozen. His mouth moved like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. All those faint pieces of memory suddenly surfaced—flashes of light, screams, and then deadly silence. He knew Vincent wasn’t lying.
"Ah, look at your face," Vincent sneered, stepping closer to Karl with a smug grin. "You don’t have to say anything. I already know. It’s true, isn’t it? You’re the one who caused all this. The root of your family’s tragedy."
Karl clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, but he still said nothing.
"And you know what’s even funnier?" Vincent leaned in closer, his face just inches from Karl’s. "Your remaining family—your mom, your sister—they’re in Neosia. Right under my control. And do you know why I haven’t hurt them yet?"
Karl stared at Vincent, his eyes icy but filled with rage. Vincent chuckled softly, pleased with the reaction.
"Because they’re perfect pawns in my game. Imagine it, Karl. You, known as a mass-murdering monster, begging me for mercy just to save them. Ironic, isn’t it?"
Karl swallowed hard, still refusing to speak. Guilt, hatred, and fear swirled together, burning inside him. Vincent grinned wider and stepped back, spreading his arms as if inviting Karl into his trap.
"You’ve got no other choice, Karl. If you want to save your family, come with me. Neosia will be your stage, and I’ll be the director."
Karl stood tall, though his body felt as heavy as if it were weighed down by tons of stone. With a low, determined voice, he finally spoke.
"If they’re in Neosia, I’ll go. But not for you, Vincent. I don’t care about your plans or your dirty games. I just want to save my family."
Vincent smirked and walked toward a side door, motioning for Karl to follow. "Alright then, hero-without-a-crown. Let’s see how far you can last in this game."