bookpower Chapter 111 : Chapter 111
Chapter 111 : Chapter 111
Chapter 111: Evan's WrathI wasn’t usually one to get angry easily.
Having lived a life full of ups and downs, I had learned to brush off most things with composure.
But even for someone like me, there were a few moments in my life when I felt overwhelming rage.
Those were the times when someone tried to take something precious from me.
It wasn’t just about material possessions like wealth.
It included my comrades, and sometimes even my own life.
And now, at this very moment, what was unfolding before my eyes was a situation that surpassed all of that.
“Just for a single orb, you’d try to kill me? In a time when the kingdom faces an unprecedented crisis?”
My wealth, my life, and even my comrades.
How much rage would I feel toward someone trying to steal everything I had fought to protect?
One thing was clear: even Gaiard, who had been chattering away nearby, raised both hands in surrender, holding his breath and quietly retreating into the shadows.
Crunch.
Gritting my teeth, I slowly raised my head.
The moment Card met the murderous intent in my eyes, he instinctively felt it.
What kind of killing intent…
Before he realized it, his hand had already drawn his sword, aiming it at me.
It was an instinctive reaction to sensing danger.
That’s when it happened.
I suddenly threw the orb toward Card.
“Huh?!”
As the orb flew toward him, Card reached out without thinking.
This, too, was an instinctive move.
The moment he grabbed the orb, he finally noticed my fist, already inches from his face.
It was too late to block.
Boom!
With an impact like a boulder crashing down, three or four of Card’s teeth flew out of his mouth as his body was flung backward.
But he stubbornly refused to let go of the orb.
I… I have to escape.
Clutching his bleeding nose, Card frantically pushed through the trees and started running.
Panting heavily, he glanced back, but I was nowhere to be seen.
Letting out a sigh of relief, he turned forward—only to lock eyes with me, standing in his path.
With a face filled only with cold rage, I swung my fist again.
Card, in response, swung his sword at me.
No matter how strong you are, you can’t block my sword barehanded…
I caught the blade with the hand I had been swinging.
The sword dug into my palm, blood dripping down, but my grip didn’t waver.
This is impossible! Am I being overpowered in Qi? By a kid who just became an adult?
Though Card Laper wasn’t on the level of Duke Theron, he was a lord of the northern territories, trained his entire life.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he had dedicated his life to the sword, and he had finally reached the rank of Sword Expert.
Yet now, the sword he had honed his entire life was caught in my grip, unable to move.
The meaning of this was clear.
In raw strength, in Qi, I was completely overpowering him.
“That’s impossible!”
Card summoned every ounce of strength he had, trying to wrench his sword free.
His sword aura scattered chaotically, losing its form, as he put everything into it, but the hand gripping his sword didn’t budge.
My own Qi was surging, fueled by my erupting rage.
“With skills like this, you thought you could kill me and take the orb?”
Card couldn’t answer.
My powerful fist smashed into his face, and he collapsed backward, blood spraying from his face.
“Gah!”
As Card’s body bent backward, about to fall, I grabbed his sword hand and yanked him up.o rest.
In the brief respite, the exhausted soldiers leaned against their gear and quickly fell asleep, and soon a deep silence settled over the camp.
But in that stillness, Gennard, the viscount’s closest aide, secretly gathered his men and began plotting something in private.
“With the viscount gone, we need to stick together now.”
Gennard tried to rally the shaken knights’ resolve.
But human hearts don’t always bend to one’s will.
“What about our pay, then?”
“When the war’s over and we return, how will Lady Laper treat us…?”
Most of the knights were more concerned about their own survival than the viscount’s death.
Finally, unable to stand it, Gennard snapped quietly.
“Is that really what matters in a situation like this?”
“It does matter.”
“Exactly. You know how greedy Lady Laper is, don’t you?”
Unable to refute his men’s words, Gennard closed his eyes.
At first, he had thought mourning the viscount’s death and rallying those left behind was the priority.
But even he was starting to be consumed by thoughts of a future without a master.
“That’s why… That’s why we need to pull ourselves together. If we can at least get our hands on that orb… it’ll open a path for us.”
At that very moment, I appeared out of nowhere, casually slipping into their midst.
“What are the viscount’s knights discussing in such a secluded spot?”
The atmosphere froze in an instant.
“…”
“The mood’s a bit strange, isn’t it? You weren’t talking behind my back, were you?”
I smiled lightly, tossing out a joke, but Gennard and the knights exchanged wary glances.
Did he overhear our conversation? No, more importantly… how long has he been here?
In the awkward silence where no one dared speak, I broke the ice first.
“Guess it really was gossip. Well, that’s fine. I actually came to share a little secret with you all.”
Gennard asked calmly, “What secret are you talking about?”
I paused for a moment before answering in a steady voice.
“The secret that I killed the viscount.”