Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 695 Honor and Revenge
Keep running, don't stop!

Urged on by Hilly, Thales and his group fled desperately through the dark tunnels, their feet sinking into the sewage.

An eerie white smoke filled the tunnel, continuously seeping through the gaps and rising from the ground and even the walls, obstructing their vision and severely slowing them down.

"Damn it, what the hell is that bastard doing..."

Holding a torch, Golov followed behind Thales and Hilly, occasionally pressing his forehead in pain, clearly not yet fully recovered from the effects of his powers: "How did they find us?"

Behind him came Rolf's indignant snorts and Catherine's cries of pain.

“I have a henchman—hiss—Sangare is a dog breeder, including hunting dogs, with a very keen sense of smell,” Phantom Blade groaned as he lay on Rolf’s back, “When we got here, we were covered in blood, and smelled of blood—ugh!”

"Ahem, isn't anyone wondering what's going on with this smoke?"

Slimani waved away the white smoke in disgust. Leaning on a wooden stick, he limped through the winding tunnels: "This is the sewer—damn it, a dead fly fell in! Could there be a big opium den down there?"

Amidst the splashing water, Hilly's voice came from ahead:

"Maybe it really is, all sorts of strange things happen in this tunnel—oh, watch out, there's a rock here!"

But at the very front of the line, Thales remained silent.

The hellish senses were constantly at work: along this escape route filled with white smoke, there were rats and cockroaches that had recently died everywhere. Spiders and ants that usually liked to hide in damp corners rushed up the walls and ran away frantically like them. Every now and then, flies and moths would fall from above, fluttering and twitching on the damp ground...

However, the others were oblivious because their vision was blocked by the thick white smoke.

what happened?

Thales shook his head, somewhat dazed.

The white smoke also faintly emitted a fishy smell that was difficult for ordinary people to detect, which gave him an ominous feeling.

The boy took a deep breath and tried to concentrate.

"No...who exactly are you...?"

The sounds of fighting between King Lausanne II and the mysterious reinforcements pierced through the walls, reaching his ears with his hellish senses, leaving only a few faint, indistinct echoes:

"Could it be... injustice... self-abandonment... incomprehension... madness... make it easier to... cast aside all attachments... beep—"

The words were followed by a sharp ringing in his ears, causing Thales to look pained and instinctively cover his ears.

Damn! That's so jarring!
"Are we really not going to help?"

Golov moved aside a bunch of obstacles to let the others pass, and couldn't help but look back, only to see a cloud of smoke.

"That... brave man, are we just going to let him hold off that Losang guy by himself?"

"Whoever wants to go can go!"

Slimani pushed his way through the obstruction, shouting, "I'm not going!"

Catherine, enduring the pain, got to the ground and, supporting Rolf's shoulder, said, "I know we will remember and be grateful to him—now run!"

“Believe me, we’ll only get in the way,” Hilly interjected, her tone steady. “What we should really be worried about now is…”

She did not continue.

"Why haven't we arrived yet!"

Slimani impatiently interrupted everyone: "We've gone around so many corners, where is the exit?"

Yes.

Thales, who had just recovered from the pain, trembled slightly and a thought crossed his mind.

Right, what about exports?

Where is the exit of the Corpse Pit?

Thump, thump, thump...

He took a deep breath and tried to look up: the firelight could only illuminate a few meters in front of him, and beyond that, the white smoke obscured everything.

“The exit, the exit should be…” Thales said in a daze.

Thump, thump, thump...

For some reason, his heart was beating very fast and he felt very hot.

With each step, a strange sensation and the sound of rushing water came from beneath my feet.

And this dimly lit tunnel seemed to have no end in sight...

No.

thump! thump!
His heart was racing and his breathing was rapid.

The exit to the ground...

"It should be here! But..."

Thales covered his forehead and frowned deeply.

Strange, with the blessing of "never getting lost," he should know the way.

Just like when they were traversing the streets and alleys of Emerald City, just like when they were descending into the tunnels, although the route was complicated, Thales knew exactly which level they were on, where they turned, and which direction they were in...

but why?
Why did he suddenly lose his way—Thales stared incredulously at the wisps of white smoke rising from his feet—?
Has the blessing of "never getting lost" failed?
Like being in... a vast desert?
The white smoke, which seemed to be spreading from some unknown corner, grew increasingly dry, irritating, and acrid, making Thales restless and uneasy.

"Why aren't you here..."

Thales was lost in thought, his eyes unfocused, feeling only that the ground was becoming increasingly uneven: "The exit... why haven't we reached it yet..."

Just then, his arm was grabbed!
Thales woke up with a start and found Hilly standing behind him, trying to support him as he swayed.

"Calm down and concentrate."

Hilly's calm voice and unwavering gaze gradually brought Thales back to his senses, and his heartbeat slowed.

Behind her, Golov and Rolf looked at him with concern: "Your Highness, are you too tired? I can carry you on my back..."

Thales quickly regained his footing and looked ahead:

"No, no need, let's continue, so the exit is..."

“We’re not far,” Hilly reassured her. “Don’t panic. We’re not going the same way we came; we’re heading to another exit. Just follow this direction, ignoring some small turns. If it gets increasingly difficult, that’s a good sign; it means the slope is getting steeper…”

Under her direction, the group quietly set off again.

"What is that, Hilaire?"

Thales leaned against Hilly beside him, looking at the white smoke at his feet, and whispered:
"what are these?"

Hilaire didn't even look up; she just tried her best to support him.
"Autumn is here, it's getting cold, and the sewers are steaming hot... Focus, Thales, we need to go out, focus."

Thales frowned, about to press for more information, but then suddenly realized:
Hilly was bowing her head deeply, her eyelashes trembling.

not only that.

Thales looked down: Hilly's hands, which were supporting his arm, were trembling slightly, even through the gloves.

Just like...

It was like seeing her gloves being ripped off on the street.

Thales was stunned.

He shut his mouth, turned his head, and focused on walking.

As it turned out, Hilly's directions were more accurate than Thales's instinctive navigation. A few minutes later, they turned a corner, and a bright light suddenly appeared ahead, bringing a breath of fresh air.

Slimani cheered and was the first to rush out, and the rest of the men were also excited and followed suit!

Thales gritted his teeth and ran forward—no one wanted to stay in this filthy, foul place for even a second longer.

Finally, they passed through the thinning white smoke, burst out of the narrow, confined tunnel exit, stumbled down a large slope full of garbage and sludge, and breathed fresh air again.

"Ah! We're finally out!"

Slimani slumped to the ground, gazing at the setting sun in the distance, tears streaming down his face.

Rolf carefully laid down the aching Catherine, exhausted himself as well.

"Damn it, it's already this late!"

Glov frowned, watching the last sliver of the sun's shadow on the horizon: "I must inform the Lord immediately..."

At this moment, they were all in a sorry state, covered in dust, their clothes were dirty and messy, and they all smelled bad to varying degrees.

Thales bent over, pressed his knees, and gasped for breath.

He felt the warmth of the setting sun on his face, and he also felt like he had survived a disaster.

strangeness.

He gritted his teeth: After leaving the area of ​​the white smoke, it seemed, it seemed that the power to never lose one's way had returned?

And he was no longer in a daze?

Thales glanced to the side: Hilly was pale and absent-minded.

"Where is this?"

Everyone looked up and realized they were standing under a large bridge pier, with the faint sounds of a crowd overhead.

“I recognize it, that’s North Gate Bridge, and beyond that is the new suburbs,” Catherine said through gritted teeth, tightening her bandages. “It’s the Black Silk’s territory.”

"Where do we go now?" Slimani asked, puzzled.

But at that moment, Thales sensed something, subconsciously looked up, and was immediately startled!
Everyone turned around following his gaze, and they were all shocked!
It was Lausanne II.

Suddenly, the assassin in black appeared on the slope behind them, looking down at them.

His gaze was cold.

He was thin and frail.

The longsword in his hand was completely broken, with countless nicks and chips.

"Damn it!" Catherine was the first to curse.

"It's him again!" Golov instinctively stood up and raised his knife. "Pinch yourself, concentrate, don't get hit!"

"How come he can't be shaken off?" Slimani asked in a horrified tone.

Rolf stomped his foot hard.

Amid the chaos, Thales frowned and looked back at the black-clad assassin on the slope, while Hilly stared intently at the tunnel behind him.

As the sun sets, the bridge piers cast their shadows, dividing the slope in two.
Lausanne was above, shrouded in dim shadows.

Thales was below, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

On the slope, one side is black and the other is red, clearly separated as if they were two different worlds.

"boom!"

A burst of fireworks shot into the sky and exploded in a riot of colors.

Everyone was startled, but then they realized what was happening when cheers erupted overhead.
As the sun sets, another night of jade celebration begins.

"Where is that brave warrior? Where are the reinforcements?" Golov asked warily.

“I told you, we will remember him,” Catherine sighed.

"Don't just stand there, run!" Slimani urged, his voice trembling with tears.

Hilaire looked around warily with a serious expression.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Clusters of fireworks exploded, illuminating the sky and overshadowing the setting sun.

In that instant, the two worlds, one black and one red, briefly merged.

Lausanne glanced at the fireworks in the sky, then looked at Thales.

Thales sighed and stepped forward:
"That's enough, Lord Lausanne II. We're all in a tough spot. Let's call it a day."

Losang remained silent and did not speak.

The next second, he turned the broken longsword upside down and stabbed it into the ground!
Slimani was overjoyed: "He agreed?"

But Thales frowned:
In the realm of hellish senses, the body of Losang II was like a bottomless abyss of darkness, cold and desolate.

The assassin in black calmly took out a black mask, covered his face again, and then straightened his clothes.

Only a pair of cold eyes were visible.

"What does he mean?"

Slimani's brow furrowed: "Is it 'It's time to go home'?"

The next second, Losang, who had finished masking and getting ready, grabbed the sword from the ground!
He started walking down the slope and approached them.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

“No,” Catherine sighed deeply, “I guess it means ‘It’s time to get to work.’”

“Why is he so dedicated?” Slimani said indignantly. “This is already overtime work—is the overtime pay really that high?”

Golov flicked the blade, his face hardening:

“Dumb man, you take His Highness first, I'll cover the rear.”

He hesitated for a second, then looked at Thales:
"Your Highness, if I... please tell her I'm sorry—"

But before the zombie could finish speaking, Rolf strode confidently past him, blocking his path and gesturing:
Don't even think about it.

Don't even think about showing off your power and acting like a hero in front of His Highness all by yourself.

Golov frowned: "I'm not going to mess with you, you can run faster than me..."

“No, you two step back and run with them,” Thales interrupted them firmly. “I’ll cover the rear.”

Golov and Rolf both changed color.

“Don’t worry,” Thales said, pointing to the approaching Lausanne II, “he won’t hurt me.”

"Are you sure?" Hilly asked from the side, her tone doubtful.

Thales shook his head, stepped forward, and blocked the people behind him.

Did Jenn warn you about this?

Thales shouted to Lausanne, pointing to the fireworks overhead: "Conceal your identity, keep a low profile, and especially don't make a move in public, or you'll cause a scene that's hard to handle!"

But Lausanne did not answer.

He simply moved forward step by step.

"Your Highness?" Golov asked worriedly, but Thales raised his hand to stop him.

“Go back. You’ve done your best,” Thales said, watching Losang II approach, activating the Sin of the River of Sin, ready to shield him from any attack with his body. “The rest, your employer and I will negotiate…”

In the next instant, Losang's figure flashed and disappeared from his sight!

Ok?
The sin of the River of Hell leaped suddenly, sending a chill down Thales' spine.

"No!" Golov roared.

boom!
Amidst the whistling wind of the sword, Thales felt as if he had been violently struck, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

"thump!"

With a muffled thud, Thales snapped back to his senses and realized that he had been tackled to the ground by Hilly!
what?
Thales turned his head in a daze:
Lausanne II appeared in the spot where Thales had just been standing, the broken blade of his sword plunging deep into the ground and cleaving the soil in two.

“Idiot!” Hilly said through gritted teeth, pressing down on him. Wait a minute.

King Lausanne II, he just wanted to—Thales lay on the ground, his eyes wide as he realized—kill me?

He wasn't afraid...

The next second, before Thales could react, Golov and Rolf pounced on Lausanne from the left and right, roaring!

But this time, the assassin in black had a cold look in his eyes, and his sword flashed as he moved!
"laugh!"

In a single exchange, Golov groaned in pain as his blade fell to the ground. But as valiant as he was, he disregarded his bleeding right hand and charged forward instead of retreating, heading straight for Losang II's sword!
"boom!"

With a muffled thud, and seeing that Golov was in imminent danger, Rolf shot in like lightning, knocking the zombie two meters away and barely avoiding the sword's edge.

But the wind howled, and Lausanne's blade followed closely, catching up with Rolf!
"No!" Thales roared.

"clang!"

With a clang of metal, Rolf was thrown violently through the air and crashed heavily to the ground, clutching his knees and groaning in pain.

“Annoying flea,” Lausanne II said, looking at Rolf and then at the “lower leg” lying beside him, his voice mechanical and cold, “I wanted to cut off your legs…”

Catherine's gaze shifted as she looked at the metal prosthetic leg lying on the ground.

Golov coughed up blood, gritted his teeth and tried to get up, but ultimately fell back down.

Losang turned around and looked at the remaining two.

Slimani realized what was happening and screamed in terror, until Catherine kicked him from the side.

Phantom Blade gritted his teeth and stood up, raising his only arm, clenching his fist tremblingly, and assuming a fighting stance:

"Pah, Turnbull's stray dogs, I'm telling you this: I don't regret it!"

Losang did not answer, but slowly raised his sword.

"enough!"

Thales roared in anger!
He gritted his teeth and stood up, trying to forget the life-or-death sword strike he had just received:
"If you kill me, your master won't open fire—"

But before he could finish speaking, Hilly grabbed him from behind: "Thales!"

what?
Thales was startled, only then realizing that Hilly was holding his hand and shaking her head desperately.

"Owner?"

The voice of King Lausanne II rang out.

Hollow, cold, and tinged with mockery.

"Hehehehe... Master, Master, Master here, Master there, Master everywhere..."

He slowly turned around, his gaze through the mask piercing Thales:
"You condescending little brat who thinks you're more clear-headed and noble than others just can't... no, it should be everyone in the world, all the slaves who are being raped every moment from birth to death, and who are used to it and completely unaware... can't live without a master, can't live without the whip, right!"

The next second, King Losang II swayed, bent over, pressed his head, and began to tremble slightly.

It felt like I was suffering from a headache.

Thales was startled, and then realized: something was wrong with him.

“Whether that master is a teacher, a boss, a king, a country, a rule, an idea, a belief, love, or some other bastard…” Losang gritted his teeth and rubbed his forehead, “You just can’t stand the days when you don’t have anything in your mouth or anything to poke your ass.”

Even if they nearly tear your ass apart and knock out your teeth, you should still be grateful and willingly deceive yourself: 'This is how we slaves are meant to live!'

The assassin in black clutched his head, trembling all over. His final scream was hoarse and strained, even changing tone.

Thales was shocked.

wrong.

Lausanne II...

It's different from before.

So he no longer held back, even when facing the Star Prince.

"What did it do?" Hilly asked instinctively in a low voice.

Thales turned his head:

"what?"

Who?
Who did what?
But Hilly didn't answer him; she just gazed wistfully at the tunnel entrance where the white smoke had dissipated.

"what have you done?"

A few seconds later, Lausanne II stopped trembling, straightened up, and looked at Catherine and the trembling Srimani with a cold gaze.

Ok.

There was no other way.

Exhausted to the extreme, Thales took a deep breath, drew his JC dagger, and pressed it against his left palm.

But Hilly, who was beside him, grabbed him.

“No, please, no, don’t go, you don’t know it…” Her voice was weak, almost pleading.

Thales could only smile slightly at her and decisively pull her hand away:
"It's okay, everything will be alright."

"boom!"

Another celebratory firework burst in the sky, illuminating the area under the bridge.

Just then, a strong wind arose around King Losang II, and a figure sprang up from the ground, using the wind to rush towards the black-clad assassin!
Thales was startled, and then realized:

"Rolf, no!"

The next second, Lausanne II turned and swung his sword to meet Rolf, who was left with only one leg but whose expression was resolute!

Time seems to have stopped.

"Ding!"

With a soft sound, King Lausanne II moved again, dodging in the opposite direction from Rolf!
Rolf missed his target, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground.

With each rise and fall, Thales' eyes widened, as if he had forgotten to breathe.

King Lobsang II turned around and looked at the spot where he had just been standing:
An arrow was stuck in the ground, its fletching trembling.

"Again?" he said softly.

But as soon as Losang finished speaking, he turned around quickly and narrowly avoided a long sword that was aimed straight at the back of his head!
With a flick of his wrist, King Losang II exchanged three blows with the newcomer before retreating three steps!
A female swordsman wearing black gloves stood before him, coldly flicking her longsword away:

"It's the second round, you bastard."

Thales' eyes widened in surprise. "Mira!"

call!
The wind of the sword rose again, and before King Losang II could reply, he turned around a second time and parried another longsword with a tricky angle!

“Not bad,” said Vanguard Officer Mike Zonevid, who appeared to his right, sword in his left hand, his eyes flashing. “Want to try this move?”

Lausanne II's sword flashed again, clashing head-on with Zonevid, but at the same time, a long sword with a unique shape attacked from the other side!
"Clang! Ding!"

Swords clashed and separated, their sharp clashes echoing continuously.

May you be covered in thorns, stranger.

Second-class bodyguard José Costa attacked while muttering incantations:

"Just as the stars dim for you."

Losang narrowly blocked the attack from both sides of the swords, but two more short swords came dangerously from behind him!

This time, King Lausanne II had to make a daring turn, using a rather awkward roll to avoid being caught in the crossfire and escape the encirclement!
"Try your bullshit tricks again," Second Class Vanguard Officer Leo Morgan spat, flicking the blood off his sword. "A rat?"

King Lobsang II trembled and slowly stood up:

Before he knew it, Miranda, Zonevid, Custa, and Morgan had surrounded him from all four sides.

The next second, countless torches lit up from all around, illuminating the earthen slope beneath the bridge.

"Watch the formation! Don't let him get away this time!"

The messenger Toledo stood on the north slope, staring at Lausanne as he slowly drew his blade. Itariano, the logistics officer, stood beside him, looking languid, a crossbow resting on his shoulder.

On the west side, Vanguard Officer Oscar Elson held a torch, his other hand gripping the hilt of his sword. Executioner Carpenter tilted his head with a smirk, tightening his grip on his axe. Second-Class Vanguard Officer Vlatan licked his lips, his gaze malicious.

To the south, Vanguard Commander Neshi glared at King Losang II with gritted teeth, his fighting spirit soaring ("He's mine! One-on-one!"). Vanguard Commander "Shit" Supa Langlai sighed upon seeing this, leaning his mace on the ground, while Guard Commander Kommuto, holding his sword sheath, smiled at Thales.

In the East, "Ghost" Hugo Forbes, the standard-bearer, gently puts away his notebook. Jenard, leading the black horse Jenny, has a sharp look in his eyes, while Willow, holding two guns, tries his best to look imposing.

At a higher vantage point, Paul Bozdorf calmly lowered his longbow and readjusted his mind.

Everyone present stared intently at the arriving reinforcements: Hilly instinctively put his hands behind his back, Golov breathed a sigh of relief, Rolf lay down with relief, Catherine's eyebrows twitched as she pondered, and Slimani, who had escaped from a desperate situation, wept with joy.

Illuminated by fireworks and firelight, Thales looked up with delight, scanning his familiar subordinates.

Wait, even the standard-bearer of the guard, who ignores everyone else, has come, which means...

"Your Highness, you can really run fast!"

A familiar voice came from behind him, and Thales turned around and looked up, exclaiming in surprise:
"Thor!"

Marius appeared at the highest point on the north side and nodded slightly to Thales.

“Oh, right,” Thales said, pointing at the man in black through gritted teeth, “this guy’s name is Lausanne II…”

But the Watcher glanced at Thales, and the look in his eyes made the prince pause, swallowing hard.

“We’ve finally met, assassin in black.” Marius turned to Lausanne II, who was surrounded in the center of the arena.

King Lausanne II remained silent.

He turned around and finally realized that he had unknowingly been surrounded from all sides, with no way out.

He glanced at the four wary men before him, gave a resigned chuckle, and lowered his longsword:
"You, you're their leader, the Royal Guard?"

Marius looked down at him, and after a few seconds spoke coldly:
"The wine merchant, Dagory Moss, died in prison, bleeding to death, unnoticed; the wool merchant, Diop, died in his mansion, his face contorted with terror and turmoil—you did it all, didn't you?"

Thales was taken aback.

Lausanne II remained silent.

“Your ability,” Marius said with certainty, “captures them in hallucinations, rendering them unable to resist or cry for help, like walking corpses at your mercy, while nearby witnesses are also affected, waking up in a daze with no recollection of what happened.”

King Lausanne II did not deny it, but instead shrugged and chuckled softly:
"So you're the one who found a way to resist my powers?"

A cold glint flashed in Marius's eyes.

“Please return to the palace immediately, Your Highness, with your ‘friends’,” the Watchman suddenly said to Thales. “If you return too late, who knows what outrageous excuses the Attendant-in-Ordinary Caso and the Guard-in-Chief Doyle will come up with for your trip.”

Thales paused, ignoring Hilly who was grabbing him:

"but--"

"No disrespect intended, Your Highness Thales!"

Marius interrupted him, his words firm and unquestionable: "But with you here, we have reservations and cannot go all out to cleanse the blood debts of the Guard."

Thales frowned:
"The blood debt of the guards?"

Marius did not answer the prince, but instead turned coldly to Lausanne in the arena:
"This masked gentleman, whether we start with the Kevin Deer family or Master Joaquin, the Flag Wing cannot find any information about you."

The flag bearer, Fubi, gave a light snort.

However, Marius changed the subject:
"But I heard you boasted to my men that you had killed a royal guard?"

King Lausanne II remained motionless, only slightly furrowing his brow.

"In light of this, we traced the files of deceased members of the Royal Guard. If they weren't there in the first five years, we looked back ten years, and if they weren't there in ten years, we looked back twenty years, and finally..."

Marius paused, and the royal guards around him stood ready, the atmosphere solemn.

“Twenty-three years ago,” Marius said softly, “first standard-bearer João Aknet returned home to visit his family, but died a violent death.”

Upon hearing the name, Lausanne slowly raised his head and met Marius's eyes.

“The standard-bearer Aknet and ‘Skull’ Bruno were from the same school. Although he was not a top-notch master like Skull, who was terrifying, his swordsmanship was superb, just one step away from the ultimate level. It can be seen that the murderer who killed him was not simple.”

Lausanne remained silent.

The entire venue fell silent at that moment, with only the sound of the fierce wind.

“What’s more coincidental is that both Aknet and Bruno were knights’ squires,” Marius said, his eyes gleaming. “And their teacher was none other than the master of Imperial Wind Swordsmanship—Handro Joaquin.”

Thales looked at Lausanne in surprise, but the latter remained motionless.

"At that time, the situation was chaotic and the Guard had no time to spare. 'Skull' led the search but found nothing, so the case was forced to be shelved," the Watchman continued. "After the Bloody Years, the Guard underwent a major change, and it was impossible to investigate old cases."

"Until today."

Marius finished speaking.

The guards on all sides remained solemn and silent, their eyes fixed on the black-clad assassin in the arena.

A few seconds later, King Lausanne II burst out laughing.

“That’s right, that idiot João,” the assassin in black sneered, “I killed him.”

These words caused a stir among the Xinghu Guards. Some snorted, some sighed, some spat, and some clicked their tongues.

Thales frowned.

Marius gently closed his eyes, then opened them again.

He looked at Thales.

“Alright, Thor,” Thales exhaled, stepped forward to help Golov to his feet, and called to Hilly, “Good luck.”

Marius nodded as he watched Thales and his group leave one by one.

The next second, he roared:
"The imperial edict has been issued!"

From all directions, all the royal guards stood tall and shouted in response:

"Knights are gathered!"

They were perfectly aligned and their presence was astonishing.

The young soldier Willow watched with envy.

King Lausanne II stared blankly at the scene, looking up at the sky.

knight.

knight?

"In the name of the Royal Guard under the throne of the Supreme King."

Under the watchful eyes of all the guards, Marius stepped forward and drew his sword.

As he made his move, the guards in the arena drew their weapons, eager to fight.

Losang stood alone in the center of the encirclement, his sword broken and his clothes tattered.

"The fifty-seventh Watchman, Tormund Marius, with fourteen guards under his command," Marius's voice was cold and his expression serious, "is here to carry out the orders of the late Standard Commander of the Guard, Lord João Aknet..."

Marius looked at Lausanne II, his gaze sharpening:
"Honorary revenge."

boom!
Another firework exploded.

It illuminated Losang's figure.

And the darkness in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)