Chapter 59 Fighting On Strings

"Eenie…meenie… minie…moe," I muttered under my breath as I weighed my options. The first knight, a tall and burly man with a thick beard, stared at me intently as I contemplated my decision. The second knight, a lean and agile woman with piercing blue eyes, looked on with a calm and collected demeanor.

After a few agonizing moments, I finally made my choice. "You," I said, pointing to the bearded knight. "You will die."

pαndα,noνɐ1,сoМ The woman gasped, not understanding what was going on, while the bearded knight grinned broadly. "Wha-what?" He smirked.

I didn't know how much time I had until other knights would show up, so I acted fast, "I chose you because you look stronger than him," I told the woman and with a finger's lift, I started manipulating the man's blood in a way that made it seem like he was trying to attack her. It wasn't hard to do since his eyes were already on her.

"Sir Edward!" The woman who was next to me screamed when she saw my hand move. She pulled out her dagger from beneath her sleeve but then got knocked back by the man's fist. He immediately took a step towards me and swung at my face—but before he could reach me, "what are you doing with my body?" He groaned, but something hit him right between his eyes. The first knight that I had killed before was standing right in front of him, lifeless like a marionette moved with my right hand, "you two should fight for your survival," I spoke sarcastically while the dead body of the previous knight fell down onto the ground after making a loud thud sound.

The woman looked at me confused and was about to swing at me with her dagger but the knight that I was controlling with my left hand grabbed the dagger from her.

"I'm sorry, Marla…" He whispered through his gritted teeth.

"Did you forget who was in charge?" I asked her and with a finger move, charged the man's body towards her, to make her scared. In an instant, I lifted him up high in the air and threw him against a wall.

"Aaaahhh!"

His body shattered upon impact and pieces of his broken body scattered everywhere, but before any of the people nearby could react, I moved my hand towards them all.

"This was a lesson for you to learn," I spoke to her while pulling all 3 bodies together with both of my hands, without touching them. I felt how their heartbeats lost rhythm one by one until there was only one left alive in front of me. I stopped moving my hands away and held them still, as if they were in a cage, which forced the remaining person to look at me. "But why…?" He spoke his last words before I circulated the blood around his heart, pushed it all into him, and then closed off his throat, killing him instantly.

The only thing that remained in front of me was a young man who stared at me blankly, not knowing what just happened.

As I walked away, my mind raced with thoughts of what had just transpired. Taking lives was fun, let alone three in such quick succession. The harsh realities of this world demanded it, and I knew that there would be more bloodshed to come.

I turned to see a woman standing a few feet away, her eyes wide with shock and fear. Without a word, I approached her and spoke in a cold, detached voice.

"If you want to live longer, follow me."

I didn't wait for her response as I began to walk away. I knew that she had no other option but to follow me; the dangers of me were too great for anyone to go it alone.

As we walked, I could feel her eyes on my back, her footsteps quickening to keep pace with mine. I didn't say a word, but I could sense her fear and uncertainty.

But I had a mission to complete and a goal to achieve. And if anyone was going to survive in this world, they would have to be willing to do whatever it takes. Even if it meant leaving three knights lying on the ground and leading a frightened woman into the unknown.

I looked back at the woman following me, I could sense her unease as I spoke to her in a deep, commanding voice.

"Show me where the black magic bowl is," I said, my eyes fixed on hers.

For a moment, she stuttered, unsure of how to respond. Finally, she managed to speak, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I cannot say," she said, her eyes darting nervously.

I could sense the fear in her eyes, and I knew that I had to tread carefully. The black magic bowl was a powerful artifact that could grant incredible power to those who possessed it. But it was also a dangerous object, capable of causing great harm if wielded by the wrong hands. Hector.

"Listen," I said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "I don't mean you any harm. But I need to find that bowl, and If you don't want your family to be picking up your body pieces from the ground, you better show me where it is."

I turned to face the female knight, I noticed that she seemed to be struggling to keep up with my brisk pace.

"I'm sorry, sir," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I cannot tell you anything about the black magic's bowl because I don't know anything myself."

I couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of disappointment at her response, but I knew that I couldn't blame her for her lack of knowledge. After all, the black magic's bowl was shrouded in mystery, and even the most seasoned knights and scholars were struggling to uncover its secrets.

"Very well," I said, trying to hide my frustration. "But I still think that you could be of some use to me."

The female knight looked up at me with a glimmer of hope in her eyes, and I knew that I had made the right decision in bringing her with me. I could interrogate her in the mansion and send her back to spy for me on the crown prince.