Chapter 92: The Throne

An explosion-like sound echoed as the door of Suja's house burst open. I immediately saw a large and magnificent room decorated with colorful tassels, stone and wood statues, and clay jars of various sizes.

However, I have not seen Suja's throne.

The guards in the area charged forward, one using a spear, two using a sword, and two archers kept their distance while aiming.

Noel caught the spear that almost pierced through his body, then kicked the assailant. Due to the force of the kick, the spear wielder was thrown and hit one swordsman.

"Block the door so no one escapes!" Tosa gave the order. Some of his colleagues immediately closed the gate. Some carried a giant wooden statue to prop it up.

Tosa shot one of the archers in the chest with the only arrow he had left. The archer fell instantly.

Meanwhile, the Tosa expedition group members came to the swordsman and spear wielders who were lying on the ground and began to finish them off with their respective weapons.

Noel is hit by another arrow, this time in the thigh. However, as before, it didn't affect him at all. He attacked the next swordsman. The sword fight was quite fierce. Noel's opponent turned out to be able to use the sword quite expertly. He can dodge and parry all of Noel's attacks, be it a stab or a slash. He can also counterattack multiple times.

The archers of the palace guards took aim at Noel several times but always gave up because he couldn't get a clear target. And the archer was so focused on the battle that was taking place, he didn't know that Tosa had taken the quiver from his dead comrade.

Using the speed of his hand, Tosa shot the archer's neck from the side. The archer widened his eyes, spit out fresh blood, then fell down.

Now Tosa is aiming at the battle of the swordsman and Noel.

The swordsman screamed as his enemy managed to slash his waist. He jumped back, but Noel was about to attack again.

"Stop! We still need it to show Suja's hiding place, Mr. Noel!" Tosa shouted.

Noel immediately froze, but the swordsman did not dare to use the opportunity because Tosa targeted him.

"Put your sword away, Bran." Tosa said to the swordsman, starting to draw his bowstring. "Or I'll really shoot you."

The pale-skinned swordsman threw away his sword, looked intently at Tosa while holding his bleeding right waist.

"Don't look at me like that, Bran." Tosa smirked. "We've been best friends since childhood, haven't we?"

Bran spat on the floor. "What kind of good friend? You've always used me."

"Could you two stop this pointless chatter?" Noel said with a big cough. I also just realized that the old man now looks pale, and his lips are purplish. "We must ...."

The old man suddenly lost his balance, then fell on his back.

"Take care of him!" Tosa gave the order again. After two of his comrades restrain Bran, Tosa walks over to Noel, who is gasping for air and can't speak.

Tosa pulled an arrow from the old man's thigh, then sniffed the tip. "It turns out that the leader you worship is very cruel, Bran. He has the heart to kill his own people with poison."

Bran snorted. "That's because lord Suja can already smell rebellion...."

"Blah.... Blah.... Blah...." Tosa looked at Bran again with his hands on his hips. "Enough said. Now show me where Suja is hiding."

Tosa's teammates pushed Bran to take the lead. Tosa and the others then followed the swordsman.

"Is it okay to leave him like this?" Another colleague asked while standing near Noel.

"He can't be helped anymore." Tosa answered without stopping his steps. "All you can do is ease his suffering by killing him. You can do it now, while no one is watching."

Tosa's partner was silent for a moment, then raised the machete he was holding. "I'm sorry, Mr. Noel. I have to do this, even though you are a good friend of my father."

The machete dived and pierced Leva's father's chest. The old man winced hard, vomited blood, and his eyes became blank.

Again, a member of the Leva family died. The man who killed Noel crouched down closed his eyes, then followed the others.

I was silent for a moment, forcing myself to leave the place because there really wasn't anything I could do.

My steps felt heavy, knowing that this mental torment would not end yet.

After the front room, Bran and Tosa's group walked into another room, which was much more beautifully decorated than before, complete with a red carpet on the floor. The statues are no longer made of stone, but silver and gold, all lined up neatly, depicting the animals in this land. Some I know, like a bear, a stump scorpion, and a Biruhud bird. However, I've never seen the rest.

As great as the statues were, they were nothing compared to the object at the end of the room. The throne there was indeed made of wood, but the carvings looked so beautiful with gold and silver ornaments.

Perhaps the situation of the Redtooth tribe's settlement did not indicate that they were poor. They eat enough too. But still, all that is very out of balance with the luxury of this place.

We continued walking, passing the next room, which looked plain, with a large table and chairs. Perhaps, all of that was used for tribal leader's meetings.

"One of the most absurd rules Suja made is, forbid us to make and use chairs." One of Tosa's group members snorted. "I remember my dad had to destroy the little chair he made for me. I was a kid when it happened, and I cried all day because of that."

"He wants to influence our minds." Tosa smiled bitterly. "With him always sitting on a higher ground and us not, our subconscious will think that we are inferior to him."

After the meeting room, we went through a wide hallway with doors on either side. The place still looks luxurious. Although without flashy decorations, the floor was covered with a red carpet like in a throne room.

Tosa raised an eyebrow when they finally arrived at the most modest place in the palace: a kitchen with clay stoves and brass cookware set on a giant wooden shelf.

"As a great leader, it turns out that he can still hide in a place like this, huh?" Another member of the Tosa group commented.

Glancing at Tosa for a moment, Bran walked over to the cutlery rack and started pushing it from the side.