VIII
Author: Nova
last update2025-12-11 19:54:36

Rhys had his feet over Jacob's face, looking around to see the empty hall and how everyone had left.

“All of them left you to die alone. I wondered who it was that would stay here and let you ruin his life,” he said, looking at Jacob as he added more pressure to his leg, trying to crush Jacob’s skull from the sheer force alone.

“Please…dont kill me, I dont want to die here, not like this.”

Jacob mutt4ered trying to push himself out of the ground, but the force from Rhys’ hold, he knew that his death was inevitable, and the only way he was going to escape was if there was any chance of him giving him the answer to the question he asked.

“I asked you something,” Rhys muttered again, as he added more pressure to the hold. It was killing Jacob slowly. “Do you know anything about my sister Isobel?”

“I dont…” Jacob managed to get some words out of his mouth. He was looking at Admiral Sunny, who lay unconscious beside the pillar. “Admiral Sunny would know something about her. He is part of the Crest, please dont kill me!”

He managed to get some words out of his mouth, trying not to die from the hold.

Rhys turned to look at Sunny, seeing that the man was slowly slipping into the grip of death. He lifted his leg off Jacob, turning to move to Sunny.

When he got to him, bending over, he looked at the man.

“Wake up,” he said as he placed his hand on Sunny’s chest. Suddenly, Sunny opened his eyes, trying to grasp for air.

“Now, before I let you bleed out.” Rhys looked at his necklace as he showed it to Sunny. “All your years of working for the Crest, have you seen a girl wearing this kind of necklace?”

Sunny was looking at the necklace; his eyes were weak, but he tried his best to look at the necklace to see if he was familiar with it in any way.

“I haven't seen a girl wearing that necklace,” he muttered, trying to keep the pain down. “But I have seen a warrior wearing it, and he is one of the strongest warriors working under Admiral Malcov.”

Rhys stood there, looking at Sunny, knowing someone had taken the necklace from his sister and was now parading with it, a sight beyond his understanding.

“Did they kill her?” he thought to himself in anger, clenching his fist, trying to control his rage, trying to control what would happen next.

Right behind him, Jacob had managed to push himself up. Looking at Rhys, who was talking to Sunny, he was distracted, and it meant that he had the opportunity to land a hit.

He pulled out a dagger from his side; it was one of the weapons given to him for protection. It was a dagger laced with a deadly poison that killed anyone it came in contact with in a matter of minutes.

Jacob, managing to move his body, looked at Rhys as he still gazed at Sunny, without wasting any time; he dashed for the man with all his strength.

“Ahhhh!” He roared, swinging the dagger to slash Rhys. Rhys didn't dodge or even try to evade the dagger; the only thing he did was look at Jacob as the dagger pierced his shoulder.

Jacob had a smile on his face, looking at Rhys, he was sure that he had killed the man who had made a fool out of him.

Rhys didn't utter a sound. He turned to look at Jacob.

The moment his eyes fell on Jacob, all the man could feel was fear.

Rhys was still unfazed, unbothered, and filled with rage. There wasn't going to be a chance for Jacob to make his way out of the problem he had managed to put himself into.

Rhys slowly stood up, turning to look at the stab wound from the dagger, and he could feel the blood coming from it.

“A real man would fight with his blade and wit, but I see your father didn't teach you a thing about being a man, so it led you to be a fool.” Rhys took out the dagger and stabbed Sunny’s leg with it.

The admiral let out a wail, his head spun from the pain he was feeling at the moment, looking at Rhys as he turned to look at Jacob properly.

“I don't know what they taught you, but this is no way for a man to fight. There isn't going to be a chance for you to get anything out of this; you are weak, and there is nothing you are going to do to stop what I intend to do.”

Rhys lifted Jacob by his throat, crushing out the air in Jacob's neck.

“Your father used to be one of the idols. I used to think that there was a chance that I would learn from them and become someone like him, my idol, the only man I saw after my father to be unique.”

He was still holding him by the neck, trying to squeeze the air out of him.

“They are all pieces of shit, “ he said before ending Jacobs' life with one last crush. He placed him down like he was a rag doll.

“He turned out to be weaker than I expected.” Rhys turned to look at Sunny, who was trying to get himself together, knowing that there was no chance for him to make it out alive.

“You're not going to be able to run, so I would love it if you don't make it hard for me.”

Rhys bent down to look at Sunny, his eyes on the man as he could see the way he was dying in pain.

“I will give it to you straight, I won't kill you. I will let fate decide what happens to you.”

Rhys stared into Sunny's eyes.

“I want you to tell me all I need to know about Admiral Malcov.”

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