Chapter 114: Escaped!
Thud!
The soldier behind Jethru crumpled to the ground, unconscious. A dark crimson streak trickled from his forehead, pooling onto the polished floor.
Briella and the commander instinctively recoiled from Jethru, their eyes wide with uncertainty.
Laughter rang through the room, a low, mocking sound that sent a shiver up their spines.
"What’s so funny?" Mayor Roder Fuerte’s voice was laced with irritation, his gaze snapping toward General Turik. His fingers curled into a fist atop the grand mahogany desk.
’This General Turik, always making fun of me. I will make sure that you will face humiliation three-fold.’
Turik, unfazed by the mayor’s ire, plucked a hefty marble paperweight from the desk, its smooth surface glinting under the dim candlelight. He studied the engraving—Mayor Roder Fuerte—running a calloused finger over the deep etchings.
Without warning, he flung it toward Jethru.
The white-haired man barely moved. A subtle shift of his body was all it took for the projectile to miss him entirely, shattering a delicate porcelain vase on the shelf behind him. The shards scattered like fallen stars, glistening in the flickering lamplight.
Mayor Fuerte threw back his head and erupted into laughter. "Ha! Even the mighty General Turik cannot land a hit on this lowly old man!"
"You—!" Turik’s jaw tightened, his pride stinging. But he bit back his retort. What could he say? He had missed.