The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic - Chapter 391

390: 390 390: 390 “You managed to take down that place alone, but you let many monsters escape.

It might cause trouble later,” Martina said, pressing her fingers against her throbbing head.

“They will only spread the rumours about our strength and destruction I caused,” Kael replied, his eyes fixed on the distant camp.

“That will work in our favor.

It will increase our momentum.” “But it could also make more demons gather against us,” Riley muttered with concern.

Kael nodded slightly.

“Yes.

Just send a message to Commander Han asking for help.” He then turned to Martina.

“And what about your brother?

His condition looked pitiful.

The demons skinned his men alive and made him prove himself.

Do you think the camp we chose might turn against us?” Martina clicked her tongue sharply, her face dark.

Anger rose in her chest, and she almost cursed aloud.

She ordered Verion to be brought forward.

A moment later, his body was thrown to the ground in front of them.

“Sis…” Verion’s weak voice trembled.

Martina stared at him with cold eyes.

Her voice rose like a whip.

“Speak.

What did you do?” Verion’s eyes narrowed, and he tried to act stubborn.

“What do you mean?

I did nothing.

I am innocent.” “Hell, do you think I will believe that?” Martina’s glare grew sharper.

“No matter the species, they should have listened to your words as designed by the mages.But they turned against you.” “Are you kidding me?” “That means you did something.

Cough it up.” Her eyes drilled into him, hard as steel.

Verion’s shoulders shook.

“Let’s just kill him,” Kael cut in, his voice flat and merciless.

“Why waste time?

Kick him out.

He’s useless.” Verion’s eyes widened with fear.

His body shook like a fish pulled out of water, gasping for air.

“No!

Don’t!

I’ll talk!” “Speak,” Martina ordered, her tone cold and heavy.

“I… I…” Verion’s words stumbled out.

His head hung low.

“I asked them to follow me.” Kael and Riley blinked in shock.

For a moment, they couldn’t believe what they heard.

“You did what?” Kael’s voice was sharp with disbelief.

“Oh God… that’s ridiculous,” Riley muttered under his breath.

Martina rubbed her temples in frustration.

Her head throbbed harder.

“Knowing your boasting nature, I am sure you said something foolish.

And then you made it worse.

You must have added more words to it, provoking them until they beat you down.” Verion lowered his eyes in shame.

He could not meet Martina’s gaze.

His shoulders sank as if the weight of her disappointment was crushing him.

Martina sighed, her breath long and heavy.

Her eyes became sharper and colder locked onto him again.

“Give me one reason.” Verion lifted his head slowly, confused.

“Huh?” “Give me a single reason why I should let you live,” Martina said.

Her voice was flat, like a blade pressing against his throat.

Verion’s eyes darted around.

Then, as if waiting for this moment, he quickly stood up.

Desperation filled his voice.

“I know about demon camps near this place.

And I saw paths inside the leader’s chamber.

I remember them.” His words drew everyone’s attention.

The air around them grew still.

“Are you sure?” Kael stepped forward, his tone suddenly urgent.

Much of their maps and records had been destroyed in the earlier fights.

He wanted to take a look at those things alas it had gone to waste.

Any knowledge of enemy camps was priceless.

“Yes,” Verion nodded quickly.

“I noted them down in my mind.

I can draw them for you.

Just let me join you.” His voice cracked, filled with desperation.

“I cannot go back without making some achievement.

Sister, please try to understand.

It is hard for me.

I know I can never be Emperor, but at least I want something to call my own.” Kael raised his brows, his tone touched with surprise.

“Oh, I never knew you could see the situation so clearly.” But then he stopped.

His eyes flickered toward Martina, who stood silent with an unreadable face.

“That’s going to be your call Highness…Please think carefully.” Martina understood Verion better than anyone.

Deep inside, she knew his nature.

If not for the situation pressing them down, there would be no greater braggart than him.

Silence stretched in the air, heavy and suffocating.

Only the sound of wind scraping across the camp and the faint groans of wounded men broke it.

Martina’s eyes stayed on Verion.

Her mind weighed his words, but her heart remembered his flaws.

For Verion, every second felt like a blade hanging over his neck.

He stood stiff, sweat running down his face, waiting for his sister’s judgment.

……

SCREECH.

SCREECH.

The sound of a pencil scratching across paper broke the silence.

Verion’s hand moved quickly, the pencil sliding back and forth.

Except for the sound of pencil drawing across the paper,all other noises just ceased to exist.

All eyes were fixed on him as he drew on the sheet with steady strokes.

Moments later, he pushed the paper forward.

It was marked with the territories demons currently occupied in the region.

Kael took the paper and studied it with sharp eyes.

Skepticism clouded his face.

“Is this even correct?” “We are going to die for real if we bet on this.” Verion slammed his palm against his chest.

“Of course it is.

I can bet my life on it.” His voice carried forced pride.

Kael ignored the vow and turned his gaze toward Riley and Martina.

“We can send scouts to verify,” Riley said calmly.

Martina gave a short nod.

“Yes,we should.We cannot depend on its accuracy alone.” Verion’s face tightened.

“What are you saying?

Everything here is true.” “Stop doubting me like this..I ain’t that bad as you make out to me.” Kael clicked his tongue, his stare filled with disdain, as if looking at a fool.

“That was then.

Things might change.

Demons might change their place.

Your map may already be outdated.” The words struck Verion like a heavy blow.

He swallowed hard but kept silent.

“Should we send a copy to Sir Hans?” Kael asked after a pause.

“Yes, we should,” Riley answered, his eyes sharp.

“If this is true, we cannot let go of this opportunity.” GULP.

Rein swallowed his saliva as his gaze shifted to the distance.

His eyes widened at the dreadful scene spread before him.

The snow-covered ground was drenched in red.

Bodies lay everywhere, torn and broken.

Blood pooled around them, piling on the white snow until the ground looked painted with death.

A thick, metallic stench hung in the air.

At the center of the carnage stood a lone man.

His face was hidden behind a simple mask.

He did not move for a moment.

Then, without warning, his figure flickered and vanished, leaving only the abandoned ruins of slaughter behind him.

Rein’s heart jolted.

His chest tightened as if a blade had been shoved into his throat.

A frightening pressure bore down on him, sharp enough to break his mind and his legs weakened.

Beside him, Adele reached for her sword but froze.

Her hand trembled, unable to even draw the blade from its sheath.

Rein wiped sweat from his brow, his breath shaky.

His voice came out thin.

“Who… who is he?” Dark-cloaked figures surrounded him, their eyes fixed on the bloody field.

One of them answered in a grim tone.

“He is the one both demons and humans fear.

A man who does not see the difference between species when his madness takes hold.” The cloaked figure paused, his voice heavy with dread.

“Countless lives have fallen under his blade.

His death toll is so great that his killing intent alone can paralyze an enemy.

He is known as the Devil of Ruthlessness.” Rein’s body stiffened.

The words sank deep, weighing on him like stones.

He forced himself to think clearly.

A thought rose in his mind, sharp and dangerous.

‘If I can bring him under my wing… I might be able to win this war.’ His eyes narrowed as he glanced toward the place where the masked man had stood.

He took a deep breath and asked, “Whose side does he fight for?” Another cloaked figure answered slowly.

“He fights for the demons.

Yet, when demons stand before him during his slaughter, he cuts them apart without hesitation.” The words left Rein speechless.

A man who fought for one side yet killed without distinction.

A man whose presence alone spread terror.

The image of the masked figure lingered in his mind.

The snow is painted in blood.

The corpses lying in heaps.

The silence that followed his departure.

It all pressed down on Rein until he felt crushed under its weight.

He clenched his fist slowly, his nails digging into his palm.

His heart trembled, torn between fear and desire.

The Devil of Ruthlessness was neither an ally nor an enemy.

And Rein knew, deep down, that crossing paths with him again might decide everything.

“He might be that force we need.”