Chapter 55: The Price of Defiance
Chapter 55: The Price of Defiance
“No,” a voice rang out—firm, pained.
Roderick paused mid-step, turning toward the sound.
A Centaur, bloodied and kneeling with effort, rose slowly despite the gash across his flank. His breaths were heavy. In his arms lay a younger Centaur, barely breathing, clearly dying.
“I said no,” the Centaur repeated, eyes locked on Roderick.
This Centaur was not just refusing the Imperial Slave Value System. But was also refusing Roderick.
It was clear.
Refusing a edgy teenager like Roderick was a very very stupid move.
Roderick’s expression suddenly darkened. With a flick of his wrist, his wand appeared in his palm, crackling with red light. He raised it, preparing to strike the insolent creature down.
But then, he hesitated.
Through the high glass panels above, Cassian Vaelcrest stood watching. His expression was cold, unreadable. Only his eyes revealed the truth: disappointment. Judgment.
After all, the goal was not to punish but to produce obedience and loyalty through the Vaelcrest way.