Chapter 222: Punishment
"Henry, do you want to die?" Vritra’s words froze everyone. They stared at him in shock. He was talking to the king of the kingdom — they couldn’t understand how he suddenly became so fearless.
On the other hand, Henry was the most shocked as he stared blankly at Vritra. Hearing such disrespectful and threatening words from a random boy, he should have gotten angry, he should have given him a death sentence instantly — it was blatant blasphemy.
But for some unknown reason, a fear rose from deep within the king; he felt that the boy in front of him might really deliver his threat. He stood there with his fists clenched and his heart beating wildly.
"I- It’s all our fault. I am sorry for showing you such poor hospitality. I will make sure nothing of this sort happens with our important guests. I am sorry. This won’t happen again, so please just spare my son." After a few seconds’ pause, Henry finally spoke, and his words shook everyone even more.
He is a prideful king after all. They expected him to kill Vritra right away after he said those words, but instead, it was the king who acted humble.
’I- Is the king afraid of him?’ everyone had this thought. Everyone stood silently — even the protectors had stopped their attempts to hurt Vritra. The whole space was frozen as they waited for Vritra to make a decision.
The prince lay on the ground, his clothes spoiled as he clung to his father’s feet, rubbing his snot and tears against his father’s clothes, shivering in fear.
He just wanted to leave. For the first time in his life, he had regretted his decision. He couldn’t understand why even his almighty father had lowered himself in front of Vritra.
"Aaaaaaaah B- Brother-in-law, uwaaaah h- help me pleaseeeee sob sob it hurtsssss agghhhhh," the fat man screamed. The dust particles had already torn all the skin on his body, and now his muscles and flesh were completely visible.
Even the slightest touch made him feel as if a burning iron rod was pressed against him. The fatty flailed his limbs helplessly in the air, feeling an extreme amount of pain.
"Uh C- Can you spare—" the king had just started to speak when suddenly, fatty’s arms and legs twisted backward, his tongue was pulled out, and his eyeballs gouged out of his eye sockets. His flesh was torn as the fatty lost consciousness.
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