Chapter 322: The Truth Behind The Lies 2
Clang! The sword slipped from Kasmeri’s fingers, its steel echoing like a cry of betrayal as it struck the stone floor.
Kasmeri could not believe that he got distracted and let go of his weapon. How could he let it happen? He shook his head to wake himself up from his current stupor.
"You were deceived," King Heimdal said, his voice low and deliberate, eyes narrowing beneath a storm of thoughts. "Someone’s been feeding you lies... twisting your fury, bending it to their will. Using you—to kill me, and further their own ambitions."
Kasmeri hesitated. Just a fraction of a moment. His fingers twitched, and the tremble in his hand stilled. Then he bent, retrieved the sword, and with a smirk, leveled it at the king’s chest.
"You are lying," he hissed, voice thick with contempt. "Your mind games won’t work on me. I am no fool, Heimdal." He spoke the king’s name without honor, without the slightest respect.
"A man who wanted to be blind, no matter how many led in front of him with lanterns, would never see the light." King Heimdal breathed deeply.
He could have shouted. The guards outside would burst in. Kasmeri would be dead before his next breath. But he didn’t. Beneath his royal robes, he wore a hidden armor—a golden-plated singlet. Earlier, the masked attacker’s blade had pierced only the outer, grazing his chest where the protection was thinnest.
However, he pitied the man who, all his life, was made to believe that he was his son—who had been weaponized by bitterness.
That servant... Had she never told him the truth? Was she bought—owned—by his cousin all along? Had his cousin truly been spinning this web for over twenty years? Has he been scheming this long, waiting for the right moment to reveal his true ambition?
King Heimdal did not blink even when he started to feel a light ache on his chest where the tip of the sword had started to penetrate. His outer robe was pierced.