Chapter 368: Reverse Scale (2)

Chapter 368: Reverse Scale (2)

3.

First, calm down, Gong-ja. Your eyes are filled with murderous intent.

Raviel lightly tapped the chair beside her.

The fan used to tap the armrest was a high-quality item I had gifted.

I bit my lip.

It wasnt just an expensive gift. It was my teachers cherished item, a fan that Namgung Un, the former leader of the Martial Alliance who had retired as the Taesang Hobeop of the Chen Mu-mun, had put his heart and soul into making.

Raviel must have guessed that I would barge in. She was wise. She found a way to suppress my emotions far more effectively than merely telling me to calm down.

Indeed, Raviels intention hit the mark. Seeing an object even remotely connected to my master poured ice over my burning heart.

Though it was merely pouring an ice cube into lava.

If not now, when should I harbor murderous intent?

Whenever that time may be, even if its this very moment, it is clear that the place for you to harbor murderous intent should not be before my eyes. Its not a question of timing, but rather of location.

I understand. But I do not wish for my anger to become dull. The more I talk with you, Raviel, the more my reason will rein in my emotions.

I spoke softly.

No, from the moment I realized Raviels death, my voice only flowed quietly. Not to maintain composure, but quite the opposite.

I did not want the heat of my anger that stained my heart to leak out through my mere voice. Not even a single bit.

I want to stain my hands with blood in pure rage, with raw emotion. Please tell me first, who dared to lay their hands on you Raviel.

To my ears, it just sounds like you want to go crazy.

You heard right.

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Raviel lifted the corners of her lips.

She seemed pleased, as if she had found a new toy, and for a brief moment, she seemed to shudder at the waves of my emotions.

Seeing the curve of her lips etched on her pale face, I realized.

It was over.

Raviel was more interested in my reaction, enraged by her death, than her own death itself.

Do you want to kill the one who killed me?

Yes.

A taste of blood was in my mouth. The teeth I had bitten into my lips had dug into the red flesh.

How do you want to kill them?

I want to tear them apart and kill them.

I knew where this conversation was going and into which sea it would flow. Knowing this, I turned my teeth into a wheel of fate, my tongue into a stream, and replied. for new novels

I couldnt remain silent to the question of my beloved. Never.

I want to finely slice the lips following the line of the teeth. I must see how their voice becomes distorted and hideous through the gaps between their torn teeth and shredded lips.

And the eyes?

Ill gouge them out and connect the lost blood vessels and nerves with my aura. Then, Ill place them back into the sockets. Every time they blink, Ill make them feel pain that makes them wish they were blind.

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Raviels smile deepened further.

Now, it was visible even to the eyes. A slight spasm under her left ear, the thin neckline twitched. Raviel was tasting the rare sight of her husbands madness having completely lost his reason.

.Raviel.

Thats it. My consideration was not deep enough. Close the door.

Raviel gestured with her eyes towards the wide open bedroom door behind me.

I cant leave your voice and this face to be possibly admired by others. Its a luxury that should be allowed only to me.

Close it, Gong-ja.

I closed the door.

The air in the bedroom grew more toxic.

The poison was the scent of blue lilies.

What about the hands? The wrists? The back of the hands. The fingers. The nails. What do you intend to do?

The source of the poison was her red eyes.

I want to hear.

I opened my mouth.

Listen. My love.

I told her.

Every conceivable hell that even hell itself would scoff at as lukewarm, a white-hot purgatory, flowed from my mouth, holding the warmth of my heart and the poison of my blood.

Raviel indulged in my warmth and poison to her hearts content. It would be fair to say she devoured it.

The more my rage demanded red blood, the glossier Raviels red eyes became. They gleamed brightly. My venom was sweet to her, like vitality.

So, will you kill them like that?

Of course.

It was not an direct assassination but poisoning. The idiot who abandoned Raviel and had an affair with the Lady of the Golden Silk, with his fair face, must have seduced even an Imperial chamberlain or two.

Correct. Even if I were to give 120 points on a paper out of 100, no one would criticize.

Its a given that the Crown Prince himself wasnt in the palace at that time. He would need to avoid suspicion. Perhaps he went hunting?

150 points.

Ha. Using hunting as an excuse, he must have taken a few of the Imperial Guards with him. The moment he heard of Raviels death, he would storm the palace with his soldiers!

200 points This is troubling, Gong-ja. Even if I am the duke, giving more than double the perfect score might make people doubt my fairness as an examiner. Are you trying to subject me to biased judgment?

Fine. Ill go kill the Crown Prince and those who joined him on his hunt, then come back.

- 100 points. And now you are back to a score of 100 again. Your consideration is truly deep.

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I looked at Raviel.

Raviel looked back at me.

Now that I think about it, five hours is too little to suppress my rage.

Oho.

The more I think about it, its been a while since Raviel and I have had time alone like this, and its incredibly annoying that we cant fully enjoy this time because of that damn Crown Prince. Bastard!

So?

Just play with me all day.

Are you planning give over a day to the Crown Princes bunch?

No. After a day of play, well turn the day over again.

A brilliant plan. I see no reason to refuse your proposal.

We played all day long.

[You have died.]

[You will return to 24 hours ago.]

And we played another day.

[You have died.]

[You will return to 24 hours ago.]

As we played, it became difficult to find a reason not to play for another day.

[You have died.]

[You will return to 24 hours ago.]

The world? Assassinations? Power struggles and political battles? All can go away.

For now, Im going to play with the person I love.

[You have died.]

[You will return to 24 hours ago.]

It took us a whole week to come to our senses. The silver moon was still twinkling in the same spot through the window. Raviel and I, side by side, rested our chins on our hands, contemplated together, and muttered together.

Was it a bit too much?

It seems it was a bit too much

Indeed, a week was too long

Indeed, a week might have been too long

Then we should play just one more day.

Yes. Lets play just one more day and restrain ourselves.

[You have died.]

[You will return to 24 hours ago.]

So, two weeks passed.

Ill keep my mouth shut about the mess we made during those two weeks. But, if you could turn back time, and people wouldnt remember what you did during that reversed time, just imagine what you would do. We did about three times that of your imagination.

We were perfectly satisfied.

Whats the plan now, Gong-ja?

In Raviels voice, satisfied to perfection, I shrugged.

First, Ill go find the Crown Prince.

Dont kill him. If youre going to kill, it shouldnt be now but when no one cares, quietly make him disappear.

Yes. Ill be back.

Right. I wont kill him.

Ill just show him pain worse than death.

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