The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 62:Someone Want To Die[II]

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

A group of men moved silently through the dense forest. their dark hideous cloaks blended into the shadows. Leaves barely rustled under their precise movements, and the only sounds were the soft crunches of boots against damp earth.

They moved like ghosts as their eyes locked onto their target.

A carriage traveling down the road surrounded by a small procession of 20-30 knights.

"Sir Fabi, the target is in sight," one of the assassins whispered.

Fabi nodded, his cold eyes narrowing. "Good. Remember, our target is Kael. We need his head, no matter what."

One of the men smirked. "This will be easy. I heard he’s just unawakened."

"Yeah, he’s just some weakling. I don’t even understand why they sent so many of us for this."

"Idiot," another one scoffed. "It’s not him we’re worried about. It’s the guards. There are four D-rank knights in there."

"Four D-ranks?" One assassin chuckled. "That won’t be a problem as long as Captain takes charge."

"But what about that old man?" another muttered. "He seems... weirdly respected."

"Probably just some elder butler or something," a guy snorted. "He’s not emitting any mana, so he’s probably just a servant who might be taking care of the target."

Fabi, annoyed by their endless chatter, growled, "Shut up and focus. If this mission fails, I’ll personally bury anyone who survives."

The cold, sharp edge in his voice made the assassins shiver.

......

Inside the carriage, Kael clicked his tongue and gave Ramos an obnoxious glare.

"Tsk, tsk. And here I thought you were some big shot, old man," Kael sneered. "But it turns out you’re worth less than a fart. Any random nobodies think they can stroll up and kill me while you’re sitting right here."

"For example, with just my father’s presence, the assassin wouldn’t dare to step in but...

Ramos’ face twitched.

Then, with a BANG!, he slammed his hand against the carriage wall.

"Brat, mind your damn language!" he roared, his pride stinging like someone had shoved a sword up his ass.

Kael, grinning like a lunatic, leaned forward. "What? I’m just speaking facts. These assassins don’t give a rat’s ass about you. That’s kinda sad, old man."

Ramos clenched his fists. "Hmph! Just wait and see, brat! I’ll rip their heads off myself!"

But Kael shook his head. "No, no, no... They’re all mine." He stood up, cracking his neck. "You just sit tight and watch me butcher them."

He can’t let others devour his target can he?

Such a nice feast to celebrate his awakening.

Then, before Ramos could say another word, Kael kicked open the carriage door and stepped out. The entire convoy halted at his command.

Ramos stared at Kael’s back, suddenly struck by a realization.

"Wait a damn minute... How the hell did he sense them?!"

.......

Outside, Gare quickly approached Kael. "What happened, My Lord?"

Kael grinned. "Assassins."

Gare’s eyes widened. "Huh? Are you sure? Because—"

He wasn’t shocked that assassins had come. What shocked him was that they had the balls to attack while Lord Ramos was here.

"What should we do?" he asked.

Kael flashed a wicked smile. "We camp."

The knights exchanged confused glances, but they complied. They began setting up camp, still uncertain why they were stopping when assassins were lurking nearby.

Meanwhile, Kael leaned toward Gare and whispered something into his ear. Then, he turned to Baret.

"Come on. Let’s go party."

Soon, meat was skewered and knights started to enjoy themselves.

Moments later, Kael wandered a bit away from the camp and suddenly screamed out loud.

"DAMN! I’VE BEEN HOLDING IT IN FOR TOO LONG!" he shouted.

"TIME TO LET IT ALL OUT! AHHHH!"

He made a twisted, ecstatic expression, like some madman experiencing the greatest pleasure of his life.

While Kael emptied his bladder..

From the treetops, a shadow moved down.He pulled out his dagger and slowly hanged down waiting for a perfect moment to strike.

’Time to end your life little bunny.’

But just as he prepared to jump down to execute, he flicnehd a big.

The assassin hanging upside down hesitated for just a second, his instincts screaming something was wrong.

Before he could move—

SCHLICK!

’What?’

The assassin screamed inwardly.

Kael vanished from his spot.

The next instant he heard a whisper.

"Gotch you bitch."

The assassin jerked violently, his throat sliced open. Blood sprayed into the air like a fountain. His body twitched for a moment before dropping to the ground with a dull thud.

THUD!

The sound echoed loudly.

The forest fell into dead silence.

Kael jumped down over the corpse, licking the blood off his fingers with a twisted grin.

"Heh..... You guys sure are fragile."

In the shadows, the remaining assassins went rigid.

"W-What the hell just happened?!" one of them whispered, his hands trembling.

"He killed Jaron in an instant!"

"That movement... I didn’t even see him move!"

"SHUT UP!" Fabi snarled. "It’s one guy! He’s playing mind games! Surround him!"

The assassins spread out, forming a deadly circle around Kael.

Knives, crossbows, and swords gleamed in the moonlight.

Kael just laughed.

A deep, sickening, bone-chilling laugh.

"Finally! Some entertainment!" He spread his arms wide. "Come on, then! Let’s see what you’re made of!"

The assassins hesitated for a second.

That was their mistake.

BOOM!

Kael lunged, closing the distance between him and one assassin instantly. His fingers dug into the man’s skull, crushing it like a watermelon.

The body convulsed before dropping.

The others panicked.

"SHIT! KILL HIM!"

Arrows whistled through the air. Knives flashed toward Kael’s chest.

But the moment the weapons got close—

They bent.

The arrows twisted in midair, missing their mark.

The knives shattered against Kael’s skin like they’d hit steel as he used the counter.

One assassin gaped in horror. "W-What kind of monster—"

Kael grabbed him by the throat.

"Shhh. No talking."

CRACK!

His neck snapped.

Kael spun, kicking another assassin in the chest so hard his ribs caved in. Blood gushed from his mouth as he flew backward, slamming into a tree with a wet SPLAT!

The rest of the assassins finally realized.

They weren’t hunting Kael.

He was hunting them.

"R-Run!" one of them screamed.

Kael grinned. "Run? Oh, now you wanna run? Too late."

Hexbrand activated.

A dark mark appeared on the escaping assassin’s back. His body jerked violently, his balance gone. He tripped over nothing, his own sword slipping from his fingers.

Kael pounced like a wolf on a dying deer. His fingers dug into the man’s chest, straight through the skin and muscle.

He ripped out a handful of organs.

The assassin screamed.

Kael laughed.

His hand was soaked in blood, his body trembling with excitement.

"This is fun," he whispered, licking his fingers.

The last two assassins dropped their weapons and fell to their knees.

"P-Please, s-spare us!"

Kael tilted his head, eyes hollow. "Spare you?"

Then he grinned.

"Nah."

SQUELCH!

The forest turned red.

....

Back at the Camp...

Ramos sat with his arms crossed, listening to the screams echoing from the forest.

One knight swallowed hard. "Uh, should we... you know, help?"

Ramos grunted. "No need. That brat’s enjoying himself."

"Lord sometimes behaves like a lunatic."

"Not just a lunatic," Ramos muttered. "That brat... is a monster."

TAP!TAP!

Ramos paused and looked,"Oh it seems we can also have some fun."