Chapter 189: Sigaros Meira.
Kaisun dragged the guard’s limp body to the tombs, the importance of justice heavy in each of his steps but the most part that bothered him was the reason. Why was this guard killed?
Aunt Eve followed closely, her eyes sharp with the same purpose. She ensured the faceless corpse would remain suspended, undeniable proof to challenge the Chancellor and bring him to his ruin. But bringing down a man as cunning as Oka would never be easy. Someone like him would sooner orchestrate his own execution than face judgment for his crimes. But she had no doubt, he killed this man with his own hands.
Aunt Eve’s hatred for Rebedina had long since festered into something venomous. The woman had shamelessly exploited the favor her uncle, Oka, had bestowed upon her. Together, they had ensnared Alekin in their merciless grip, turning him into their little mute puppet. They clung to him like whispering demons, poisoning his mind with their demands. But that’d end soon. It was time to free her brother, to drag him from the shadows and bring him home. Yet the damage was already done; Alekin’s reputation lay in dooms, his name dismissed, his worth always under question. The world had written him off as broken, a man of no value. It irked her so much.
The Chancellor was a man of ruthless calculation. Every move he made was meticulously accounted for. But if he had truly lost control, if he’d gone so far as to kill one of his own guards, something deeply, undeniably fell off. That kind of rage didn’t align with his typical precision. Something had pricked him so much.
"We’ll keep the body preserved in ice until the King demands an inquest," the royal guard announced solemnly. It was the same man who had arrested Reneira in the flower field, Captain Rohe, ever stoic but shameful to mistreat the princess. But it was an order to snap that magic blocker on her wrist to shut Rebedina’s mouth.
"Thank you, Captain Rohe," Aunt Eve replied curtly, turning on her heel as she exited the cold, forgotten room and went to the corridor. Few dared enter this desolate place, long abandoned.
Kaisun was standing in the corridor, securing the guard’s chained body to the stone wall. He then reached for a nearby bucket and hurled its contents, ice-cold water, directly onto the man’s face. He had missed his wife’s flight with a dragon for this interrogation. This bastard had better start talking.
The freezing water jolted the man awake, like lightning tearing through his limbs. He gasped, shivering, eyes wide as he regained consciousness.
Kaisun stood tall before him, his expression as hard as stone. Aunt Eve stepped up beside him, resolute.
"You’re awake. Good," she said, her voice cutting through the tomb’s silence like a blade. "Now tell us, why did Chancellor Oka murder his own guard?"
"I killed that guard!" the man spat out defiantly. But the shiver in his voice betrayed him.