Chapter 671: Too much Blood
"Choose!" Lord Evlon said, staring down imperiously at the smaller-framed Elaine.
The inquisitor holding the emperor let go of his spear, pulling a knife and laying it to the emperor’s throat. His dropped weapon remained floating by his side, held aloft by a tendril of mana.
"You dare...? " she growled.
Lord Evlon shrugged. "After so much, what more is a little provocation? Besides, you have much bigger things to worry about than a drop of blood. Isn’t that right, filthblood?" His disdain turned to curiosity. "Though I am curious why you seem to know what’s happening."
Another bead of blood oozed past the blade at my throat, dribbling down the gleaming steel before dripping onto my collarbone. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, and certainly couldn’t reply.
"Don’t hurt her!" R’lissea cried, but stiffened as the inquisitor holding her tightened his grip on her throat.
Elaine’s shoulder sagged as she let out a long breath. "Is this really where the church stands? Sacrificing our empire in the fires of war?"
"The church does nothing save the Divine’s will. To question is to doubt, and to doubt is to align yourself with the demons."
"I see. Then you leave me no choice."
Evlon smiled. "I knew you see it that way. After all, how can a pair of children compare to his majesty’s life?"
Elaine tilted her head, gazing at him strangely. "Hmm? Why would I choose between them when I can have both?"