Ark Chess Player

“If my son were still alive, I wouldn’t be where I am today. I understand you.”

“What…” Herag was taken aback, lowering his head slightly. “I’m sorry… he was an excellent person, I still remember him.”

“You don’t need to apologize, General. You did nothing wrong, I’m the one who deserves to die.” Patriot’s gaze shifted to Hrag’s hand, and he murmured, “Ah, right, that knife in your hand… I remember now, you adopted the enemy commander’s daughter.”

A tenderness welled up in the Patriot's eyes as he said proudly, "My daughter is a bit older. I'll bring her with me next time we meet."

Is that so?

Herag pulled out a pocket watch from the lining of his coat, in the pocket close to his left breast.

Looking at the photo on the pocket watch, a faint smile finally appeared on his face.

"I hope they can get along well."

Chapter 49 Sister Kai, no!

8:16 am Cloudy, visibility 17 km.

Four kilometers outside the outer ring road of Longmen lies a desert.

Three days after the Chernobog rescue operation ended.

The regicide groggily opened his eyes. Soft light shone through the window and fell on him, making him feel warm.

She rubbed her eyes, still a little sleepy, and instinctively curled up into a small ball, facing away from the sunlight. The comfortable blanket was snug against her skin, an indescribable comfort that made her unconsciously grin foolishly, completely unaware of where she was.

After sleeping for a full fifteen minutes...

The king killer finally realized something was wrong, and opened his eyes again in a daze, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, blinking in confusion.

"Eh?"

"Eh--"

"Eh eh eh!!"

The king killer sat up abruptly, looking at the warm and comfortable blanket covering him with a mixture of surprise and disbelief, and patted the soft pillow behind him in a daze.

The last time I slept this well was when I was a child.

Where am I?

The regicide looked around in bewilderment, his gaze unconsciously drawn to the sunlight, and he glanced out the window.

The morning sun pierced through layers of clouds, and the outline of the city could be faintly seen at the edge of the desert, but it felt much warmer than the colors of Chernobog.

The regicide lowered his head; the high bulge beneath his blue shirt obscured his vision, though it was barely discernible that it was a hospital gown.

She froze for a moment, then instinctively hugged the blanket tighter, her face filled with panic.

My clothes, my clothes have been changed!

Even her breast binder was taken off!

Who is it?! Wait, am I in a vacuum right now...? I really am!

The regicide tugged at the loose collar of her hospital gown, then reached down and touched her lower body. She then hugged the blanket tighter and shook her head frantically from side to side.

Calm down, calm down, Lyudmila, calm down! Don't forget, you are the Kingslayer, one of the veterans of the Reunion Movement, how could you let this little thing happen to you... This is no small matter! No, compared to this, I seem to have committed an even bigger crime.

The Kingslayer tilted her head slightly. She remembered that she seemed to have betrayed the Reunion Movement.

"I was... in Chernobog... yes, I was fighting those Sarkaz mercenaries, and then... Law!!"

The image of the regicide came to mind so vividly that her blood pressure spiked whenever she recalled it.

Why would Ritsu kiss someone?! And the person was...

The kingslayer looked as if he were about to crush his gums, his eyes bloodshot.

Kal'tsit!

"I'm here."

"—!!"

The regicide suddenly looked up and was shocked to find that the woman had silently come to her bedside, holding many strange bottles in her hands.

"Traitor...it's you! Kal'tsit!!"

The Kingslayer's right hand instinctively reached behind her waist, but found nothing. She then realized she was already captured; how could she possibly have a weapon on her? But to think disarming her would work was a gross underestimation. She was the Kingslayer, a Kingslayer who inherited the true wolf's skills! The legendary assassin of Syracuse!

The Kingslayer lunged at Kal'tsit, his hands forming claws.

At such a short distance, she was confident she could kill the woman with a single blow!

"Quiet."

Kal'tsit coldly extended her index finger and poked the side of the leaping Kingslayer.

The Kingslayer froze; her claws were only five centimeters from Kal'tsit, but she just couldn't reach them.

She slowly opened her eyes, pursed her lips, and shrank back into the blankets.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts!! What are you doing?!"

The Kingslayer, who had been secretly wiping away his tears under the covers, peeked out and shouted at Kal'tsit.

"I told you, be quiet."

"Stop, stop! Don't poke me there, it hurts! You traitor!!"

"Poke, poke, poke".

"Hmph, hmph, ahhhhh! Ughhhhh!"

Before she could tear open the healed wound, Kal'tsit stopped with great restraint, looking at the Kingslayer huddled in the corner of the bed.

“I remember you. You are Ilya’s daughter, Lyudmila.”

"Shut up... How dare someone like you speak my father's name!"

If it weren't for the excruciating pain of his wounds, the Kingslayer would have sworn to twist Kal'tsit's head off with his own hands.

Her eyes were red and filled with hatred as she gritted her teeth and said, "The entire research institute and all the scientists were silenced by Ursus. All because of you, because you, you despicable traitor, betrayed my father and all the other scientists along with Sergei!!"

Kal'tsit's calm, emerald-green eyes remained unwavering as she gazed quietly at Lyudmila and spoke slowly.

"Is that what you think?"

"How dare you ask such a question?!"

The regicide's beautiful eyes were practically spitting fire. She instinctively tried to sit up, but the sharp pain in her side made half of her body feel numb.

Kal'tsit sighed softly and reached out her hand to the Kingslayer once more.

The king killer's expression suddenly changed, and he instinctively covered his wounds with both hands, displaying an unyielding spirit.

However, to her surprise, Kal'tsit's hand reached not towards her side, but towards the buttons of her shirt.

"..."

The regicide's eyes widened in surprise. In the blink of an eye, Kal'tsit skillfully undid half of her clothes. Her round, snow-white figure, freed from the constraints of her former bodice, now eagerly sprang forth, her ample breasts dazzling in the sunlight, standing proudly and looking up at Kal'tsit.

"Wait, wait a minute! Lawyer! Where is Lawyer Lin?! What are you doing?!"

The kingslayer, disregarding the risk of Kal'tsit reopening his wounds, quickly pushed her away, covering his chest with both hands to prevent his private parts from being exposed.

Kal'tsit frowned slightly: "I just wanted to help you change your ointment and gauze, what are you thinking?"

"This injury was clearly caused by you poking me!!"

"No, the root cause is the corruption of Sarkaz magic. I don't know if you're aware of this, but the Originium Arts of Sarkaz vengeful individuals often come with curses and deprivation, which is why you were unconscious for three days. If it's not treated in time, it will also affect your fertility, and your future children will not grow tall."

"I even have a child!?"

The regicide was dumbfounded. What exactly happened during the three days she was unconscious?

...How terrifying.

Kal'tsit thought for a moment, then decided, "Forget it, this is too much trouble. I'll just let this silly kid do his stupid thing a little longer."

She reached out to Lyudmila, but the girl held onto her clothes tightly and refused to let go.

"Be good, let me see."

"do not want!"

"obedient!"

"No!"

After repeated tugging between the two, the regicide's reserved girlish heart managed to keep two buttons on.

Kal'tsit, who was already impatient and agitated, slowly placed the medicine bottle on the hospital bed.

"I'll say it one last time, listen to me."

"do not want!"

"Come out, Mon3tr."

A massive shadow loomed over the ward, and the dark green Originium monster opened its crimson eyes, letting out an excited roar.

"what……"

The kingslayer's legs went weak, and as he stared at the enormous monster hurtling towards him, a look of sudden realization crossed his face.

Mon3tr's sharp arms pressed against the wall, blocking any escape route for the kingslayer, and his cold breath brushed against her face.

But she showed no fear; instead, she nervously reached out her hand.

"You are……"

The Kingslayer cradled Mon3tr's hideous and ferocious face in his hands, the cold, smooth touch sending a wave of longing through his palms.

"Sojiro?"

She murmured to herself, tears welling in her eyes and sliding down her cheeks.

Chapter Fifty: She's always been capable of turning people to defect.

Kal'tsit had mixed feelings.