I do not possess the strength or knowledge to wield a sword. Something lighter would do.
Once again, Koul moved, walking toward the daggers strapped to a wall, while they simply watched in silence.
He unsheathed one dagger with forceful movement, turning it and examining it.
This feels lighter…. and perfect, he grinned.
As he examined the dagger with his back turned on them, whispers rose. Their voices could only fall dim in his ears.
Although he couldn't make out what they were saying, he knew well they were talking about him.
Calm and unbothered, Koul turned swiftly, billowing his garment with the motion. With the dagger resting by his side, he walked back toward them.
With each step he took closer, their hearts pounded nervously. They were afraid, as could be seen on their faces, but they still held onto whatever was fueling their ego and stood their ground.
Koul walked over to one of the workers with his garment still smearing blood along his path. He stopped in front of the man, a smile on his face like he wasn't about to do anything harmful.
Then, with graceful finesse, he spun the dagger to wield it properly and—
PLUNGE!!
He stabbed the dagger into the man's shoulder, tearing a loud scream from him.
The man dropped to his knees before Koul's feet, hand hovering over the injury as he cried in agony.
Yet again, they were all taken aback. Their feet involuntarily retreated, backing away from Koul.
Koul simply stood tall before the man who cried at his feet, a satisfying smirk vivid on his face. Without saying anything, he crouched, causing his garment to scrape his wounds.
A stinging wave shot through him which momentarily caused him to falter and cease briefly.
But the adrenaline was pumping. He was angry, amused, anticipating and looking forward to how the whole situation would turn out. So he couldn't care less about his own wounds.
As he crouched, he reached out his hand and yanked out the dagger in one forceful pull. This caused the man to scream more and fall to the floor on his face.
This is really better, he smiled, flicking blood from the dagger.
It's almost laughable how I hold the power to end them all, and not one would dare lay a finger on me. Not in public, at least. It'd be a crime punishable by death. Haha.
He lifted his gaze, meeting the group of workers who flinched and recoiled under his gaze.
Damn! I'm quite overpowered here.
He took a step forward, and they, backward. Koul hastened his steps, and reached a girl.
As he moved closer to her, she moved back, whimpering away. But by her hair, he pulled her to himself, restricting her movements.
With no pity or any emotions in his eyes, Koul yanked the girl's head back by her hair, exposing her throat.
"If all I have with me are people who do not bear my good will in heart, then I'd rather they not live to see the sun rise ever again."
He raised the dagger covered in blood, ready to descend and dig it into the girl's throat. But just as the dagger came down, a desperate cry of plea struck his ears.
"Please, My Lord!" She cried out. Her eyes were shut tightly, her body trembling miserably with cold sweat already soaking her.
Ah, so now I'm your Lord?
"I have done wrong! And I plead for mercy. Please be lenient and forgive this servant," she begged in tears, sniffling.
You didn't see yourself as a mere servant a while ago though.
The girl's pleas did nothing to quell Koul's rage nor did it soften his hardened heart. If anything, it simply fell on deaf ears.
He was about to carry on with it when the other workers all fell to their knees. Some in tears, while some in despair.
"Your majesty," they called with their heads bowed to the ground.
"We apologize, your Majesty," a man among them started, taking it upon himself to be their voice.
"We have acted out of turn against you, your highness. And we plead that we find mercy in your eyes."
Ehh…..
Koul stared at them, eyes alight with amusement. He turned his gaze, glancing toward the guards to see if they were still arrogantly on their feet. But like all the others, they were kneeling.
"Your majesty, we apologize truly. Please, be compassionate and forgive us."
Hmph! Y'all should've been this submissive from the start and saved me the trouble!
[Ding!]
[Host has completed one of the first task]
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Tsk! Tsk!
He pushed the girl over to them, and threw the dagger to their front.
"Wash that and bring it to me," he commanded coldly, eyes staring at them to catch any ounce of reluctance.
But one of the workers immediately picked up the dagger, bowed and ran to carry out the command.
Tsk! Bunch of low lives.
"Your majesty," a voice called from behind before Koul could even put his thoughts in order.
He turned to see a girl in a similar outfit as the other girls. A maid in a simple garment that differed from the luxury he and the palace was adorned in.
"I see you're injured, your majesty. Please allow me tend to you," she said softly.
Koul's face contorted with disgust, feeling irritated by her seemingly 'kind' gesture?
The fact that none of them would've offered to treat him if he didn't act out made her gesture infuriate him.
These pretentious snakes!
"No would do," he said sharply, discarding her gesture.
"Do not speak as you see fit in front of me as it annoys me. Do not unnecessarily show your face either. Simply do as I say and act when I tell you to."
Hmph! Even I have watched a lot of movies to not know this basic concept of how to wield my authority.
I can order them as I see fit!
"You don't have to tend to my injuries as it has already stung the hell out of me. Simply get my bath ready so I can—"
SHLUK!!
His words were cut short as an arrow suddenly tore through the hall and pierce through his back.
A wave of new pain exploded through his body, stinging him to the bones.
W-what happened? He wondered, heaving with great difficulty.
The girl in front of him was shocked, mirroring the expressions of all the others.
Slowly, Koul slumped to his knees then to the floor on his stomach.
[Host has suffered severe injury]
[Host is dying in 10…. 9…. 8….]
Argh…. fuck! Huff!
Fuck everything..... Fuck everyon—
[Host has died]