Chapter 545 What You Deserve

Chapter 545 What You Deserve

Not too long ago,

As the heavy doors of the Dreadthorne Castle began to close behind him, Asher paused, turning his head slightly to catch Jarius's gaze. With a slight, knowing glance that spoke volumes, he communicated a silent command.

Jarius, his throat suddenly dry, swallowed hard, acknowledging the weight of that look with a stiff nod.

Turning, Jarius ascended the cold, echoey stairs, each step resounding ominously as he approached a particularly eerie and forsaken part of the hall. The air grew chillier as he neared the door that reeked of despair.

"Brother, can I come in?" Jarius's voice was low, almost respectful of the gloom that shrouded the corridor.

"Fuck off..." The response came as a gruff, muffled grumble from within, laden with despair and irritation.

Jarius let out a subtle scoff, masking his nervousness with a feigned chuckle, "Brother, you would want to know what I have to say. It's concerning our sister."

Upon mentioning her, the door swung open abruptly as if pushed by an unseen force, making Jarius wonder whether he should feel surprised or not.

"It better be something important unless you want your hands to be severed..." Edmund's voice trailed from within the dimly lit room, his figure barely visible, wrapped in a thick quilt, his face pale and framed by an unkempt beard and mustache.

"Uhhh..." Jarius hesitated, his heart racing as he prepared to deliver news that would?undoubtedly?ignite a storm. With a wince, he began, and as the words spilled out, Edmund's expression transformed from indifferent misery to shocked disbelief.

"My fiance is going to become his consort?! What the fuck?!" Edmund roared, his voice cracking the stale air as he lunged forward, grabbing Jarius by the collar, his pale red eyes glowing?with a chilling intensity.

"It's the truth! Our father just agreed to it a couple of minutes ago," Jarius managed to stammer?out, his voice thick with nervous energy.

"No...no..how?can they abandon me like this...." Edmund's voice was a mix of disbelief and despair, his mind grappling with the betrayal, "Where is she? Where is Sabina right now?!

"I asked her, and she told me a place not too far away..." Jarius revealed, his voice trailing off as he disclosed the location.

No sooner had he finished than Edmund stormed out of the room, his footsteps?a thunderous echo?down the cold stone corridor.

"Oh?devils... Is he trying to make my brother kill himself?" Jarius mumbled to himself, a frightened shake of his head punctuating his words, reminding himself again to never fall into the bad books of the king.

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The tower stood like a sentinel in the chilling cold, its dark silhouette slicing through the dark atmosphere like a blade.

As Edmund approached, the stark and foreboding nature of the tower gnawed at his instincts—something was gravely amiss.

He wondered why Sabina would come to a tower like this. Last time he checked, she never owned any building like this. Even the torture dungeons she had looked nothing like this.

Edmund's fury boiled over, his pale red eyes glowing with an intense, dark manathat illuminatedthe dark around him.

The blade in his hand shimmered with a sinister light, echoing his desire for vengeance against the man who only continued to ruin his life. His breaths were ragged, his muscles tensed for the violent entry he was about to make and cut him down once and for all, not caring to think or care about anything else.

But as he poised to thrust the doors open and unleash his wrath, a soft, chilling touch froze him in place.

A hand, delicate yet firm, clasped his head from behind, halting his movement entirely.

Edmund's eyes widened in shock as he heard the soft yet firm whisper of a woman, her breathcoolagainst his ear,

"You have tormented my husband for years and took pleasure in it. So now he will be the one to take pleasure in your misery," Isola murmured, her voice a cold blade slicing through his heated fury while standing behind him.

"Y-You..." Edmund's voice faltered, choked by fear and disbelief. He felt an eerie paralysis overtaking him, rendering him helpless as his body began to move against his will. He couldn't even shift his eyes except open his mouth to barely let his voice escape.

His own hand, guided by some sinister force, turned the blade towards himself, its point inching ominously towards his heart.

"N-No...stop....y-you can't kill me..." Edmund's plea was desperate, his voice suppressed and weak, his body trembling uncontrollably under Isola's control.

Isola's face remained impassive, her eyes icy as she responded without a hint of sympathy, "I am not going to kill you but put you in a state where you will keep wishing for death every second for the rest of your miserable life."

"No—" Edmund's protest was cut short as his hand, compelled by Isola's dark magic, drove the blade into his chest, "Urgh!"

It didn't pierce deeply, but enough to make him cough blood and fall to his knees.

But what made his eyes wide in shock and horror was the fact that he was unable to feel his mana circuit any longer, nor was his body rapidly healing as blood continued to spill from his wounds.

"W-What have you done..." He looked up at Isola,horror,and disbelief etched across his features as he realized what she had done.

"What you deserve..." Isola mumbled as she looked down at him, her long, luminous white hair dancing in the wind.

He could not comprehend the coldness in her usually beautiful sapphire blue eyes, the ease with which she had crippled him, leaving him powerless and broken.

Was she and Asher planning to do this cruel act all this time? How could they not fear theconseq-

It was then that it struck him...she made him stab himself so that it would look like he did it to himself. He never thought Isola could be this cunning and ruthless.

But he didn't have the luxuryto curse or even formanother thought as his vision began to blur and darkness encroached upon his senses.

Isola watched impassively as he collapsed onto the snow.

Her expression then shifted slightly as she turned towards thedoors of the tower, a wistful smile playing on her lips,"Now he no longer has any reason to stay in your mind, Asher," she said softly.