The Harem King Chapter 74

Noemi looked back at me and stared next to the living breathing people that surrounded her. She then closed her eyes in the succeeding breaths that she took.

Before finally opening them again and muttered in a clear voice.

"I have decided, young master." her words did not shook this time. It was as firm as her will and i was anticipating her subsequent actions.

"BANG!" Noemi ran with the wind to engage the men and women directly before her. And when she broke free, like any other woman of her station, she slapped instead of punching.

I laughed at the scene but I believed that my slave's feelings were totally different from mine. For even as her tears fell along her clumsy charge, so did the lives of anyone her hands could touch.

Thus, an Angel of Death was borne out from this fortuitous day. My first sword maiden, my little Noemi.

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With just thirty minutes of battle, the field had significantly quieted. It brought about a feast of crows and i was definitely not one to shoo them away from their well-deserved meal.

"Miss Tamara is here, young master." a female voice called for my attention. I looked at the woman and her unblemished form had now turned crimson.

From head to toe she bathed with the blood of her victims. And her eyes shone brightly even in the emptiness of what she truly felt. There was a hint of disgust. A shade of loathing.

Not at me. But at herself. My poor Noemi. This is only the beginning.

A few thousand slaughters and you will be a fine blade in my hand. These thoughts ran in my mind before i replied,

"So it is over? Hmmm. That took long enough than what i originally expected." i sighed. It was time to end this bore.

I got out of my unmolested carriage and witnessed the masterpiece of my pawns once more.

No structures were left standing and only the broken bodies of the lifeless graced the field in staggering numbers.

"Who are you? What have my family ever done to you? We don't… deserve this." this hoarse voice woke me up from my revelry.

And when i followed the source of the sound, my eyes were blessed by the picture of a fallen woman. Though her clothes were still pristine and unsullied but her soul laid in a shattered mess.

Even her mind kept rejecting the reality of what happened today. Dream on, bitch!

Behind the woman was my able puppet, Nicholas. Of course he could not have done this alone.

With how pitiful his strength was compared to the Patriarch of the Ceres Family, he wouldn't have even lasted ten breaths against that old dead.

So i might have cheated and boosted Nicholas' strength a bit to tilt the odds to my favor. I shook my head and lamented at my pitiful pieces. I need to find stronger slaves soon.

If not, then how could i live the life of a king when i have to spend my precious time going at all places in this world? I concluded with this in mind before examining the beautiful loot before me.

"Do you really not remember me, Tamara?" i asked. But the woman was so lost in the horrible nightmare conjured by her broken psyche. So I spoke again,

"Look at me..." the felled woman followed my will and when our eyes met, a touch of recognition ensued.

"Neon." a word, a name. And that was all it took for me to laugh a little.

"The curse was a wicked move. Don't you think so?" i started but she was still frozen as if mesmerized by my elegance. And then i continued,

"You did not only want me to die in the end. But you also wished to see me suffer before death takes me. A creative device worthy of praise indeed." i mocked at my foe.

Though the foolish boy was indeed to blame but i had to have cause for revenge. I was a righteous man after all. The epitome of righteousness in fact.

"What do you want? You've already won. Slaughtered my family. Even the entire people of my clan and its branches." Tamara queried with tears abundantly falling from her eyes.

"Don't forget about the innocent civilians." i added in dark humor.

"What do you want?" my captive asked again. But this time she had no strength in it anymore. Like a lost soul with no meaning to its existence. The fate of the defeated.

"I have more exciting things prepared for you, my treacherous Tamara." i smiled and looked forward to my homecoming. Not alone anymore but with a fiancée in tow.

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