The Archangel of Death - Chapter 226
226: The punisher (1) 226: The punisher (1) Chapter 226 “Seriously, how could a person not know about teamwork,” Sera said as she and the rest of the team made their way to the castle in the middle of the city.
“Forget about him.
I’m sure he was just angry because we didn’t select him.” A male student said, agreeing with Sera.
The rest also nodded.
Three people, however, didn’t.
Sasha and Asmara knew it wasn’t about that.
But the most surprising thing was the last person who thought that.
Eric couldn’t let go of the feeling as if he was about to lose something.
And he felt like he was going to lose it to Adrian.
The others may not have understood what was going on, but he did.
He didn’t understand per sè, he just had a hunch.
“I don’t think you are qualified to say that about someone else,” Sasha spoke up in Adrian’s defense.
“What?
Are you defending that guy?
What did he do so far to not defend my claim?” Sera asked.
“You weren’t there when he saved us all.
If you were, you would have died ten times over.” Asmara looked at Sera and added, “He’s stronger than any of us.” “I doubt he even needs us.” Asmara ended her part with that.
When Sera was about to retort, Eric said, “Stop!” Everyone froze in their tracks.
Not because of Eric’s shout.
But because they had arrived at the castle, they could see the broken and torn-apart bodies at the gate.
None of them was alive.
“Wh-What happened here?” One of the students asked while the rest began to puke.
Five vomited whatever they had inside of their stomachs.
The scene was overwhelming for Sasha but she managed to hold it in.
Asmara wasn’t much disturbed by it and Eric was used to it.
As for Sera, she stubbornly held her matter in because she couldn’t afford to disgrace herself.
But none of that changed the fact that the scene in front of them was hellishly gory and a sight that might end up traumatizing some.
“I don’t know,” Eric said.
If it was a monster attack, then there would have been traces of destruction in the city.
There weren’t.
Only the castle was affected which meant whoever did this was an intelligent being.
“Do we go inside?” Asmara asked while brandishing her sword.
“Are you crazy?
You want to go inside?” Sera whispered, afraid of getting the attention of whatever was inside.
“You have a better idea?” Sasha asked, feeling a lot better by now.
Sera didn’t say anything.
But one of the students said, “It is not compulsory to ask for the duke’s help.
We can still somehow make it inside the city.” “Yes.” A student said.
“I agree.” Another agreed with the idea until there were only two voting for going in, one, Eric, quiet, and six voting against going in.
“Well, what do we do, leader?” Sasha sarcastically pressed on the word ‘leader’, clearly relaying the fact that he wasn’t being very leader-like.
After all, the things that he was supposed to decide were being decided by vote.
What was the need of a leader if every agenda could be solved that way?
Eric looked at Sasha and then at Sera.
He finally made his decision and said, “We will retreat.” “Hah!” Sasha scoffed and began to make her way to the castle door.
“Where are you going?” Sera asked.
“I refuse to follow such a leader.
I’m better off without one.” Sasha nonchalantly said without even turning to look at Sera.
She wasn’t alone, Asmara also began to follow Sasha wordlessly.
Sera was about to say something to her as well when Eric raised his hand and said, “For now, let it go.
The worst thing that happens is that we have to deal with this issue with just the seven of us.” Eric and the rest turned, they began to walk away from the castle and made their way to the city gates.
Eric couldn’t help but turn to take a last look at the castle behind but he shook his head and left with the rest.
********** “What if we’re wrong?” Asmara asked.
“Then we’re wrong,” Sasha replied.
“If I fail this, I’m blaming you,” Asmara said.
“Right.
A battle maniac was pressured to go with a peace lover like me.
It would be presumed the other way around.” Sasha said.
Asmara’s eye flinched but she couldn’t say no to that.
It was true, she was a battle junkie and ran towards battle without hesitation.
The number of troubles she had caused at the academy was massive alone.
She had bedridden so many students that the school had to threaten her with her ranking.
She still couldn’t resist and fell in ranking five times.
So if it really did come to her and Sasha’s words, it was obvious who would be more trusted among both of them.
“Can you at least take some blame?” Asmara asked.
“Afraid you will go down one more number?” Sasha asked with a rare, teasing smirk.
Asmara shook her head and said, “Not really.” Even an idiot could tell she was lying but Sasha chose to let it go because they found a survivor.
A servant hiding in the corner of the room.
When he saw them, he began to shiver and beg for mercy.
“What the…” Asmara was confused and stepped forward, causing the man to flinch in tremendous fear.
Soon, the man began to tremble and after just a few seconds, he began to suffocate.
“What the hell!” Asmara said as she approached the man but by the time she did, his heart had already given out, and the man was dead on the floor.
“He’s….
dead,” Asmara said.
What was it about them that could instill such kind of tremendous fear in the man?
That question bothered him for quite some time.
Sasha was confused too.
Eventually, Asmara came to a conclusion.
The only thing common between Asmara and Sasha was their gender and their clothes.
Not their hair, not their eyes, not their faces but their clothes.
It meant whoever caused this was also wearing the same outfit.
If they were to rule out the seven who returned, and the two of them, it only left one more individual who could have done all that.
And knowing him, they could totally believe it was his doing.
They both said just one word at the same time, “Adrian.” *************** “Oh, hey.
You’re here.” I said with a cheerful smile as I saw Asmara and Sasha enter the room, a knowing expression on their faces.
As if they knew it would be me they would find in here.
Actually, I could feel them outside the castle a while back.
I could even hear faintly what they were talking about.
A perk of my current physical stats.
I heard them argue about entering or not.
I knew that the rest would return but what I didn’t expect was that Asmara and Sasha would instead come in here.
Something was wrong with these chicks.
I mean, who would willingly walk into a place where obviously a horrendous crime has been committed?
That was how 97% of deaths in horror movies happen.
If you see a dark room, a corridor where cute but funky giggles came from, an obvious red door that suggested that something was behind it, just don’t.
Don’t go in there!
That was all I was trying to say.
They’re idiots.
Idiots I say.
“A charming expression is not something a human being should have while dismantling another human being,” Sasha said.
“Especially when that poor human being is alive.” Asmara pointed out a detail Sasha failed to notice.
The fat man on the table was not dead, just gagged heavily.
To the point that even when the bones of his fingers were being cut out, not a sound was heard.
“Then what sort of charming expression should I have?” I asked with puppy eyes.
“Not that one, for one.” Asmara said and then added, “It should be something maniacal.” “Like this?” I asked as I molded my expression to one, my grin wide, my eyes full of threat.
“Yes.
Still charming though.” Sasha said.
[Is it just me or is she hitting on you?] ‘Who could resist not hitting on me?’ I asked.
Not to brag, but I was hellishly handsome.
[There we go] ‘And not a lie in there.’ I replied while saying “Thanks,” to Sasha while Asmara only shook her head.
“Oh, and you’re just in time,” I said, “He was just about to experience the pain he had never felt in his life before,” I said as I pointed at the fat man with wide eyes, heavily gagged.
Guys like this should castrated.
I bet it was a fat man who started the fat man culture in the culture animes.
God knows how many lives were destroyed because of that.
“Ever seen a chicken wing losing its bone without the meat falling apart?” I asked the lovely ladies who were about to see the demonstration of their life.
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Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!