“Nice timing.”
Kali sheathed her sword and gave Nike a thumbs up.
I was surprised by that nonchalant reaction.
"Did you know the Prince was coming?"
"No, I just expected that given the time, he would come to ensure the young lady's safety first, regardless of any plans."
"..."
....It wasn’t a compliment.
However, it was true that things went smoothly thanks to Nike ignoring my request.
“Honey...”
As I hurriedly ran to Nike, he hugged me awkwardly with one hand, pressing my face deep into his chest.
And with the other hand, he nimbly pulled out a gun and smoke grenades from his bosom and spoke to Kali.
"We've sealed off all the eastern exits and neutralized all the guards at the gate. You just have to get out this way. We've cleared away all the obstacles."
As if noticing that she had used up all the bullets, he handed her the gun; Kali took it, grabbed it, and let out a hollow laugh.
I was wondering why the 8th-floor guards weren't around, but it looks like he sorted things out downstairs. It seems he came here right from the start.
"We've secured the entrance, so there's no need to hesitate."
Nike changed the subject.
"Is our army fighting a lonely battle without a commander who went to clear a secret path for hibernation?"
"..."
However, when Kali finally pressed him for answers, he gave up and let out a deep sigh.
"After entering, I fully assessed the power disparity and left it to my subordinate. The power of the Jab-Jab and Pang-Pang is beyond imagination, so we haven't even been able to try using any other weapons."
I almost laughed because of Nike, who was jabbing and punching with a serious expression.
They are support weapons that cause binding/severing, smoke screens, and forced sleep respectively, and their developer, Revan, strongly insisted that they be called by the names he gave them.
“Go quickly.”
Only then did Nike pull me away from his embrace, lightly brush my cheek with his thumb, and speak.
"What about the Prince?"
"I need to go straight in this way."
Nike held out a key that looked like it had been extorted from the doorman and gestured toward the closed door on the eighth floor.
If you open that door, you will find the meeting room.
In principle, you can only enter through the center, but right now, such principles have collapsed.
"I'll take care of the Duke first. As soon as the incapacitation wears off, enter the shadows and move, got it?"
Nike hurriedly gave me instructions and turned away. Kali spoke quickly.
"Your Highness, have you forgotten that my brother ordered you to capture the Duke alive so he can draw his blood?"
"...Uh, I know, I know."
Nike turned to look at me and bit his lip as if deep in thought.
His expression clearly showed that he was really bothered by the fact that I was clueless.
Even though he’s cleared a path to the exit with his own hands, it seems he wants to quickly kill my father—who’s holding out—and put an end to his resistance...
'You're not going to listen again, are you?'
I raised my hand.
“Attention everyone!”
Everyone looked at me.
First, I took Christa's hand and asked.
"Christa, promise me you won't tear Father apart even after the incapacitation wears off. You have to tear him apart later, not now."
“Yeah, okay.”
After giving that instruction, I confidently pointed to the door on the eighth floor.
“Then let’s all leave together!”
“What are you talking about?!”
Nike immediately got angry.
***
Bang!
Bang!
“Ha, damn it!”
Ryan vented his annoyance.
David, who lost his mind after just a few blows, was even saved by giving him life-saving medicine.
"You f***ing weak, you bastard."
Ryan clicked his tongue in disapproval at his brother's messed-up face and turned his head away.
“Sister!”
"Ugh, aaaah!"
Diana screamed as if she had heard the messenger's call.
She covered her ears while keeping her five bodyguards standing tight in front of her.
"I only brought one medicine. From now on, you have to make him better. Otherwise, he'll die, yes?"
"Ugh... Uuuuuh...."
Why didn't I try it earlier?
<Restoration of Light>
<Restoration of Light>
<Restoration of Light>
It was the power that had already been poured out dozens of times toward the dying David.
Of course, Elliott, too, watched that bizarre sight ceaselessly.
<Dragon's Fury>
<Dragon's Fury>
<Dragon's Fury>
He was unleashing meaningless attacks on Ryan.
However, for some reason, from the moment Ryan set foot here, everyone has been incapacitated.
Why?
Father remained silent without giving any instructions, as if he had known this would happen.
As the head of the family did not respond, those inside the meeting room remained frozen in place.
Blocked by the soldiers Ryan brought, unable to escape, they were stuck in a standoff.
Just watching David being unilaterally assaulted...
“Take it off.”
Ryan grabbed his brother, who was barely clinging to life, by the collar and dragged him onto the table.
David lay down as if on display.
Then, two soldiers blocking the entrance quickly approached and began to strip him of his clothes.
"meungmeung~~"
Ryan hummed a tune while fiddling with the holster attached to his clothes.
He was selecting which knife to use from among the many knives stuck in the ground.
The meaning of that action was obvious.
You will see an even more terrible sight here.
"Hey!"
Elliott couldn't hold back and shouted.
"Hey?"
Ryan raised his eyes fiercely and glared at Elliott.
“You don’t know my name.”
"Ry, Ryan..."
"Yeah, yeah, don't be so clueless. And don't run your mouth for no reason. He's dying in your place, so you just have to hope you last a little longer, right?"
Ryan, who had been giggling, suddenly hardened his expression and nodded slightly toward David.
"If he dies, you're next."
"..."
Everyone was speechless. They could neither stop him nor become angry. Since it was Ryan who controlled the helpless situation where they could not use their supernatural abilities.
"Ugh, you little brat. You should get some exercise."
Ryan clicked his tongue as he approached David, who was shirtless.
"Look at that shabby physique; you just sit around shooting lightning all day long. What is a man? Body! And fists!"
He idly mocked and drew two knives from his holster.
"Aaaargh!"
"D-Don't do that, Ryan!"
Diana and Elliott screamed in horror.
"Ha."
And then, laughter erupted between them.
Silence fell for a moment.
Everyone's gaze, including Ryan's, turned to one spot.
"Heh, hehe."
It was the fourth, Gabriel...
He, who had been silently watching the situation with an angelic face, began to laugh with ecstasy the moment Ryan drew his knife.
"Pfft!"
"...You crazy bastard."
Ryan frowned as he looked at Gabriel's gleeful face.
"Are you excited because it's your specialty?"
"Sob. Puhahaha. Ah. Ryan, you really grew up well... You and me. We could have been a good family after all..."
"Wow, that bastard hasn't changed at all."
At Gabriel, who was smiling with tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, Ryan let out a sigh and looked back at his soldiers standing beside him.
"Did you see that? This house is full of lunatics like that."
And the moment he raised the knife again.
“Ryan!!!”
"Ah. Fuck! That's deafening!"
Elliott clasped his hands and pleaded.
"D-don't do that. Let go of him. Let's talk it out. Talk it out, okay?"
"If you want to speak up, get permission from your father."
Ryan gestured to Edgar with his chin. Elliott turned to look at him. His father, who took neither a word nor an action.
"P-Please. What on earth is the reason you're doing this?"
"...?"
Ryan was dumbfounded.
"Surely you aren't asking because you don't know?"
"..."
Elliott paused.
Yes, it was a question he was ashamed to even ask. There are so many reasons, so many.
"Uh... first of all, I heard that my brother... killed your little sister..."
Ryan froze at the next words.
At that moment, Max, who was listening, clicked his tongue inwardly.
"Is he an idiot? Why bring that up again in this situation?"
As if trying to buy some time, Elliott rambled on incoherently.
"I know... She was someone you cared about. Even from what I heard, you made a mistake with your younger sister, so..."
“Your sister?”
Ryan chuckled, placed his hands on the table, and leaped over it.
"Is she the only one who's my younger sister?"
He strode toward Elliott, who was on the opposite side, and spoke.
"Not your sister? She is my dad's daughter, too."
"..."
They stood facing each other. Elliott was intimidated by his younger brother's truly imposing physique, and he kept his mouth tightly shut and lowered his eyes.
"Selective family love, huh? If you can't stand watching me skin him, do you want to take the beating instead?"
"...Yes."
“Huh?”
Ryan, surprised as if taken aback, lightly slapped Elliott's cheek.
Puck!
Puck!
Bam!
Bam!
Elliott bit his lip and endured the escalating physical abuse.
Ryan became displeased.
Puck!
Finally, as he put all his strength into his punch, Elliott tumbled down.
"Kyaa! Brother!!!"
Diana's scream was heard.
Elliott came back in front of Ryan and knelt down without even groaning.
Puck!
Puck!
The punches and kicks continued. Elliott gritted his teeth and endured the beating. For David.
Honestly, Ryan became extremely displeased.
Elliott was consistent. He was always sincere toward his family.
What Ryan had always craved since the day he was abandoned. Love. Affection. He was a human being who unsparingly gave away such things.
"Hey. I'm going to show you just how shallow that is. Let's just end it here. It's fucking boring."
An excited Ryan drew his knife from the scabbard. Then, turning around, he charged straight toward Edgar at the seat of honor without hesitation.
Edgar's eyes widened in surprise.
Two guards hurriedly stood in front to block the way. However, it was a futile resistance. In an instant, a vital spot was struck, forcing them to their knees.
Ryan raised his arm as if to thrust a knife into Edgar's head, now that even his protective shield had vanished.
Then.
“Elliot!”
Edgar shouted.
'Yeah, you should.'
Ryan turned around.
Elliott, noticing his father's call, was also hurriedly getting up.
However, Elliott could never win this battle of time.
<Dragon's Fury>
<Instant death>
'Hmph.'
Ryan chuckled and looked back at Edgar. He was trembling.
"Did you just bait me? Do you want to die?"
Sigh!
The knife, which had stopped, dug into Edgar's shoulder.
“Keuheuk!”
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