Obake Assassin

CG Chapter 97: Obake Assassin

Tom thought internally, 'Since you want your son to know the true side of war, then I might as well give you what you want.'

All Tom needed was one second of distraction, a single brief moment to get close to Alexander and finish him off. And that second depended on him creating something gruesome enough that it would cause both Lucian and Alexander to lose their composure.

This wasn't hard for Tom since he committed every single atrocity you could think of and some you can't even imagine from how bloody and disgusting they were.

"Your Highness, we successfully infiltrated one of their hideouts and found…" Tom's voice trembled as if he were reliving some horrid, bloody memory. His expression twisted with disgust.

"Our spies witnessed those madmen… those monsters, sacrificing young children, innocent children, killed, and burned alive."

Listening to Tom's description, Alexander's eyebrows furrowed as he processed his words. He muttered to himself, "It doesn't make sense. The Eternal Flames' forces always operated logically until now. They wouldn't waste their resources so pointlessly out of nowhere, especially with that sly fox Edward by their side."

Alexander didn't say it out loud, but he thought, 'A person that was able to deceive me once wouldn't be stupid.'

Nodding heavily, Tom added, "I wish they had stopped there, because what they did afterward confirmed to me that they are worse than animals. After what my subordinates told me, I wanted to come to you personally and request permission to go there and take revenge for the innocent souls they took."

Continuing with an even heavier voice, "Those savages gathered around the charred remains of the dead children… devouring their burned corpses, one after another."

Lucian's face turned an ashen shade of pale. His hands trembled as he held them over his mouth, struggling to keep down the bile rising in his throat.

The dream of the glorious battlefield, the shining armor, and the brotherhood in arms were all ruined by Tom's detailed description.

Alexander, however, sat in stunned silence, thinking deeply about what he had just heard. Suddenly, as if he had remembered something, his eyes widened, and he started to tap the table with the pen in his right hand. His gaze drifted, as though he had gone from a horrible situation to an even worse one.

To anyone watching, Alexander's reaction might have seemed overly dramatic; however, if they stood in his place, they would understand the level of self-composure he was showing.

His reaction was due to the fact that, although not exactly the same, Tom's description mirrored the way they had been dealing with the corpses of the sacrificial knights for thousands of years after each coronation ceremony.

When someone consumes the body of a knight, they absorb a portion of the knight's vigor into their own body.

The royal families have been using the meat of the dead knights to make up for the lost energy they took from the guests during the ceremony, remaining unsuspected for so long.

One might wonder, if the meat of knights could have such benefits, then why didn't the princes use it to push their levels?

This was because, while the vigor from the meat would boost one's level, it could only do so much.

For the crown princes who want to become grand knights, using such a method would leave them with an unstable foundation, and they would contaminate their own vigor with a lesser one.

Even so, the thought of the Eternal Flames killing knights on a larger scale and creating many low-level demonized knights terrified Alexander.

Luckily, they seemed to be in the experimental stage, but the possibility was still there.

Of course, none of that actually happened. It wasn't that Tom was unwilling to sacrifice children for his goal; if killing a few children made achieving his goal easier, he wouldn't hesitate for even a second.

Rather, despite going against the seven gods, Tom needed a just cause that was, on some level, believable.

If only he had more time, then he could have brainwashed the soldiers to the degree of making them willing to sacrifice their own families for him. Unfortunately, he knew that he didn't have the luxury of time.

Observing Alexander and Lucian's reactions, Tom knew that this was his best moment to strike.

Without breaking his disguise, he calmly moved to Alexander's side, remaining in character as he approached.

Tick-tock.

The office remained quiet for a few short seconds, but this silence was nothing but the silence before a storm.

Tick-tock.

In that instant, Tom's pupils narrowed, and his black fingernails extended.

With a swift motion, his left hand covered Alexander's mouth, the force from his grip alone almost broke Alexander's jawbone; simultaneously, his right hand plunged into the prince's fair neck, ripping his windpipe away from his body.

Alexander wanted to look back at Tom and question him, asking why, but unfortunately, he wasn't given the chance before losing consciousness.

At that moment, the wise crown prince and leader of a generation fell at the hands of a lowly unnamed guard. His fall would be remembered by the crown princes during their fight with the Eternal Flames, pushing thousands of soldiers to fight bravely.

Holding Alexander's lifeless body, Tom's bloodied hand extended forward toward Lucian; he exerted every ounce of his focus to control the drop of blood that he injected into him.

Lucian watched as his father died before him, but he didn't even have the right to cry over his father's death in front of Tom.

As Tom's focus intensified, the blood within Lucian began to stir. He tried to control this weird feeling, but alas, he was far too inexperienced.

The pressure in Lucian's veins skyrocketed, and his heart began to thump frantically.

Lucian's eyes bulged as if they were going to explode, the veins in his face pulsing from the pressure. His nose and ears began to bleed, with his blood dripping on the pristine carpet below.

All of this might look like it took a long time to explain, but it all happened in a few seconds.