Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts-Chapter 38 - Thirty Eight

Damon slowly opened his right hand. He relaxed his strong fingers.

The heavy steel sword slipped from his grip. It fell through the air and hit the hard wooden floor.

Clank.

The loud, harsh sound of the metal hitting the floor echoed in the small room. The sword came to a complete rest next to Ida’s rolling head. Damon did not look down at the weapon. He did not look at the blood.

He slowly turned his body around. He began to walk toward the open doorway. He limped heavily on his injured left leg, dragging his foot slightly across the floor. His broad shoulders drooped forward. He looked incredibly tired. He looked like an old man who had fought too many wars.

When he reached the wooden doorframe, he stopped walking. He did not turn around to look at his m aide. He just looked out into the dark, empty hallway.

"Clean this mess," Damon ordered. His deep voice was no longer filled with screaming anger. His voice was incredibly sad, quiet, and completely drained of all energy.

He thought about Nancy, the young maid lying unconscious on the small bed in the corner of the room. She had just watched her mother die.

"And send her daughter to another house to serve," Damon added softly, keeping his back turned. "Send her far away from here. Give her enough coins to survive, but do not let her step foot in this mansion ever again."

"Yes, My Lord," Kade replied respectfully from the dark room, bowing his head.

Damon stepped out into the hallway. He walked away into the shadows, leaving the blood and the betrayal behind him.

The next morning, the sun rose bright and early over the capital city. Golden light spilled over the high stone walls of the Benson mansion, warming the cold paving stones of the large courtyard.

It was a quiet, peaceful morning. A few birds were singing in the tall green trees near the garden walls.

A young maid, dressed in a simple brown uniform and a clean white apron, walked out into the courtyard. She held a long wooden broom in her hands. Her job was to sweep the dust and dry leaves away from the front entrance before the General woke up.

She hummed a soft, happy tune as she pushed her broom across the stones. She moved closer to the thick green bushes that grew directly under the high stone balconies of the second floor. She pushed a pile of dry brown leaves toward the edge of the dirt.

Suddenly, her broom hit something solid. It did not feel like a rock. It felt heavy and soft.

The young maid stopped humming. She frowned and leaned forward, peering into the dark shadows beneath the thick green leaves of the bushes.

First, she saw a black leather boot. Then, she saw a dark, muscular leg in a black cloth. Finally, her eyes adjusted to the shadows, and she saw a man’s face. The man’s head was twisted at an impossible, broken angle. His dead, empty eyes were staring blankly up at the bright morning sky.

The young maid dropped her wooden broom. It clattered loudly against the stones. She took a deep, shaking breath, filling her lungs with as much air as possible.

"A DEAD BODY!!!" the maid screamed at the very top of her lungs.

Her scream was high, sharp, and absolutely terrifying. It tore through the peaceful morning air like a sharp knife. It echoed off the tall stone walls of the mansion, ringing loudly in every single window.

Up on the second floor, inside her large, private bedroom, Camilla was sleeping very peacefully. She was wrapped tightly in soft silk sheets and thick wool blankets. She was having a wonderful dream about sitting by her swimming pool, drinking cold orange juice, and petting her fat tabby cat, Winston.

The loud, piercing scream shattered her dream instantly.

Camilla groaned loudly. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and pulled the soft pillow right over her head, trying to block out the noise.

But the scream echoed again, followed by the sound of heavy boots running across the courtyard outside.

Camilla threw the pillow aside. She rolled over onto her back and stretched her arms and legs wide across the large bed. She popped her joints, letting out another deep, annoyed groan.

"Who is screaming like a hawk this early morning?" Camilla complained out loud. Her voice was thick with sleep and deep irritation.

She kicked the heavy blankets off her body. She sat up on the edge of the bed and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands. She did not feel scared by the scream. She just felt incredibly annoyed that her perfect sleep was ruined. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

She stood up. Her bare feet hit the cold floor. She walked across the room toward the glass doors. She pushed them open and stepped out onto the stone balcony. The morning air was crisp and cool.

Camilla rested her hands on the stone railing and looked directly down into the courtyard.

Below her, a scene of total chaos was unfolding. A large group of military guards and terrified maids were gathering around the crushed green bushes. The guards were holding their spears ready, poking carefully at the dark, twisted body lying in the dirt. The maid who had found the body was crying loudly into her apron.

It was the body of the assassin she had killed and thrown over the railing last night.

Camilla leaned her chin on her hand. She stared down at the dead man and the panicked crowd. She did not feel anything. She watched them point at the broken body and whisper to each other in terror.

Camilla sucked her teeth and hissed softly. She rolled her dark eyes toward the blue sky.

"Boring," she said flatly.

She turned her back on the dead body and the screaming servants. She walked calmly back into her bedroom and closed the glass doors.