Chapter 154
154 . —Looks like We’re Done .
5 men were gathered around the low light of a lamp in the underground cellar .
“You think he’ll pull through?”
“Kid didn’t look too bright to me . Whatever, he fails, we kill ‘im . The end . ”
“At any rate, tonight’s the big night . It’s almost time . Where’d Zack go?”
“In ‘is room . Stomach pains, he says . ”
“The hell? Bastard’s been acting strange lately . You don’t think, he’s leaking intel to those Royalists—”
“Oi, it’s time . ”
Signalled one of them as the door to the cellar opened .
In the dark, decrepit room, a single figure approached the five .
The figure’s identity was slowly revealed as he approached the light .
“You’re alone . Where’s the girl?”
“Tsk . Didn’t pull through after all . ”
The men were badly disappointed .
The black haired boy standing before these intimidating prisoners looked the definition of ordinary .
His dark eyes were looking down, staring at the shadows extending across the floor .
“Hey, you better not say you got cold feet . ”
One of the men pulled out a knife .
“Hey! Talk! Where’s the princess!?”
He threatened, holding the knife at the boy’s throat .
The boy began trembling like the weakling he was— or so the men had imagined .
The boy didn’t do that . He didn’t shake, he didn’t even move . He simply kept staring at the shadows below .
“The princess, Clara…”
He muttered softly .
His voice wasn’t loud but everyone could hear it clearly .
“Isn’t coming…”
His eyes were yet glued to the floor .
However, his lips held a tiny grin now .
“The fuck are you talkin’ about, huh!? Ya got cold feet and came here alone, that it!?”
The boy was silent .
“What now? We kill ‘im?”
“Gotta at least show him not to mess with us . ”
“Yeah . We beat him up and try again . ”
The men all stood up and surrounded the boy .
“Messin’ with us, eh dipshit?”
The man who had the knife at the boy’s neck grabbed a fistful of his hair with his other hand and pulled his face up .
What the man saw there was the boy’s eyes, pitch dark eyes lacking in emotion .
“I don’t like that look . ”
Looking annoyed, the man grazed his knife along the boy’s neck .
A line of blood escaped the shallow cut .
“I said, I don’t like that look . ”
But the boy didn’t comply . He just kept staring blankly .
No, not quite . The small smile on the boy’s lips had grown into a visible grin .
“What’re you laughin’ at!!”
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The man smacked the boy’s face with the butt of his knife .
But the boy’s smile didn’t falter, not in the least .
“You don’t seem to realize you’re in deep shit, brat . ”
Another smack .
Stronger this time . Enough to break the cheekbone, maybe even knock loose a tooth .
Still no reaction from the boy .
The boy simply kept on looking at the man with a grin across his face .
“Oi, you goin’ easy on ‘im or what?”
From the side, one of the man’s comrades came up and punched the boy in the face .
“That’s how ya punch a face . Leave ‘em half dead and they’ll never— Huh!?”
That punch was meant to knock the boy out cold .
But the boy just stood there as if he felt nothing . The spot where he’d been battered had remained spotless .
Those emotionless eyes still peered at the 5 men .
It was freaking them out .
“— Is that it?” Finally said the boy .
“—!! You’ll regret that!!”
Furious, the man began pummeling the boy with ferocious fists .
He punched like no tomorrow, until his breathing became rough .
“See, this is what happens when you— HUH?”
“— Are you done?” Said the boy, ever smiling .
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His face revealed not one bruise .
“This kid’s fucking strange . ”
“Tsk . Gimme the knife . ”
The man from the side took the knife and stabbed the boy in the ribs .
— But,
“What, how—!?”
The knife, penetrating only the boy’s clothes, stopped there . Even putting more strength into his arm, the man couldn’t cut the boy’s skin .
“O-oi, what’re ya playin’ around for?”
“Stab him, do it!”
“Sh-shaddap! Knife ain’t going in!!”
The man tried stabbing again and again .
The knife never penetrated even skin deep .
His breathing had gone arid as the man stepped away . His eyes couldn’t believe what he’d just witnessed .
“W-what, the hell are y—”
“— So you’re done?”
That’s when the boy swung his fist .
Yet, no one saw it move . Such was its speed .
What they saw was the result only .
The boy’s fist had punched through the man’s chest and come out the other side .
“Ah… ahyauu…”
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The man dropped to the ground, creating a large pool of blood .
“Wha!?”
“N-no, fuckin…”
“D-did this guy just punch a hole through…”
“Hyai…!”
Splich, splich .
The boy walked on the the bloody floor .
“— Done?”
He taunted the men, still grinning .
The remaining mens’ faces stiffened .
“Goddamn… w-we’ll take ‘im down with all of us!!”
“D-don’t mess with me!!”
“D-Die, fucker, dieeee!!!”
“H-hyi-hyeeeeeeee!!”
Four shadows converged on the boy . The flame in the lamp flickered .
— Dancing shadows .
Once the flame regained its calm, on the floor of the cellar lay 5 corpses with holes for a chest .
“— looks like we’re done . ”
No one answered now .
Splich, splich . The boy stepped over the blood as he walked away .
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