Chapter 177: And Now The Kales Hang o’er Their Halls For All The World To Fear.
Warning: this Chapter is very dark, with characters committing truly horrendous acts. I recommend skipping this Chapter if you don’t want to read things. I will summarise the critical events in the next Chapter without all the grisly details.
This will be your only warning.
For those who don’t care about such things, enjoy the Chapter and House Aurellion putting the fear of god into the noble class.
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"People should either be caressed or crushed."
"If you do them minor damage, they will get their revenge; but if you cripple them, there is nothing they can do."
"If you are going to injure someone, do it in such a way that you do not have to fear their vengeance."
Nikolai Machiavelli.
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So shocked was the viscount that he did not notice the old soldier coming to his side with a bloodstained dagger drawn that was immediately plunged into the unsuspecting man’s wrist, who screamed out in pain as his blood ran down the blade and onto the wooden desk.
Calling out for guards who had long since died, choking on their blood, their bodies slumped against the wall outside the door of the solar.
"You have no idea who you tried to kill, do you?"