436 Your Deeds Will Be Your Downfall

436 Your Deeds Will Be Your Downfall

The festive atmosphere was instantly shattered, replaced by a palpable sense of dread, confusion, and disbelief.

Drakar's gaze shifted towards Lysandra, who quickly composed herself, masking the storm of emotions brewing within her. He addressed her with a regretful sigh, "Lysandra, I hope you don't mind that I ruined a festive mood like this. But I have to let King Asher know how sincere I am."

Lysandra, maintaining her cool facade, simply nodded as she saw him get up and walk towards the front of the platform.

Her eyes briefly met Droco's, who weakly raised his head in a feeble attempt to see her. His eyes, though not directly meeting hers, let Lysandra know what he was trying to say...No matter what happens, pretend to not know him.

Rhygar, sitting beside Lysandra, leaned in and whispered with a mix of curiosity and ignorance, "Mother, who is this peasant? Why did Father bring him to a place like this?"

His question made her nerves squirm, yet she chose not to respond to Rhygar's question, her focus entirely on the unfolding situation.

Rhygar, sensing his mother's disinterest, which was natural for her, withdrew and cast another glance at Droco, trying to make sense of his significance.

Asher, meanwhile, addressed Drakar with a discerning look, "King Drakar, are you saying that this old man had something to do with threatening mine and my people's lives? I am sorry, but he doesn't really seem like a threat." Asher's skepticism was evident; the old man's appearance or his aura did not fit the profile of a powerful, menacing figure.

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Drakar shook his head as he said with a sigh, "Don't let his appearance fool you, King Asher. Other than me crippling him after capturing him, he has gone through a lot of trouble to change his appearance to fool us for so many years. This man was planning to sabotage the driver of your carriage and take you to a very dangerous place for devil knows what nefarious purpose."

At Drakar's revelation, Asher and Naida exchanged a quick glance, realization dawning on them.

This old man was the one Lysandra must have sent to safely escort them out of the kingdom!

Asher took a quick, short glance at Lysandra but he couldn't read her face. But if she really knew him, then the last thing she would do was let herself get suspected.

Asher, his curiosity piqued by the old man's wretched state, inquired, "Who is he?"

Drakar's smile broadened, and he gestured theatrically with his forefinger, "I am glad you asked that. Would you believe it if I told you that this man was once known to everyone as Duke Droco, the patriarch of the strongest noble family at that time, and was once the Chief Commander of my father's armies? He was a very powerful man in his prime, and I mean it when I say that every man below my father's family feared him."

Asher listened, surprised to learn that the frail, bloodied figure before them was once a decorated and powerful draconian noble.

"But I bet you are curious how a man like that ended up like this," Drakar continued, his gaze locking with Asher's. Asher felt a sense of unease but was indeed curious about Droco's downfall.

"But it wasn't his fault, not at first until..." Drakar's words trailed off as he turned to his son, Rhygar, "Rhygar, remove the lid from that tray."

Rhygar, caught off guard by his father's sudden request, complied and lifted the lid from the tray. Beneath it lay a horrific sight – a bloody skull with flesh still clinging to it. It seemed as if someone also made the effort to preserve it just enough to not let it decay.

Lysandra's heart skipped a beat at the sight, recognizing the aura emanating from the skull.

Droco, his hands trembling with a mix of rage and helplessness, looked up at Drakar with don't know what made you suddenly reveal yourself and try to kidnap my guests. You are cloudy, infuriated eyes.

Drakar, with a shake of his head, spoke again, his tone laced with a mix of disdain and triumph, "I don't know what made you suddenly reveal yourself and try to kidnap my guests. You are quite clever and determined to keep your mind clean. But I have to thank you for revealing yourself since I won't let a traitor like you try to cause any more damage to our kingdom."

He then directed his attention to Rhygar, "Rhygar, come over here and show our guests how we draconians punish a traitor."

Rhygar rose from his seat, his face twisted into a sadistic smile, "With pleasure, father," he replied, relishing the opportunity. He descended from the platform, his eyes alight with a cruel eagerness.

Drakar turned to Asher and remarked, "I hope you will accept this small gesture as a sign of my goodwill."

Asher offered a brief smile, "Sure." His mind, however, was racing, desperate for a way to get the hell out of here. The bad feeling that was pooling in his guts was only getting worse.

Lysandra watched, her heart pounding and her composure on the brink of shattering, as Rhygar approached Droco. Rhygar brandished a sharp, serrated dagger, the weapon glinting ominously under the hall's lights.

Lysandra forced herself to keep her eyes open and in that direction, aware of the many gazes upon her.

Rhygar, standing before Droco, sneered, "Any last words, you old dog?" he asked contemptuously.

Droco, summoning a final ounce of defiance, raised his head only to ignore Rhygar and look at Drakar, "May your lineage wither and crumble as you have shattered mine. Your ignoble deeds will be your downfall."

Drakar merely looked at him with scorn upon hearing his words.

Rhygar, feeling pissed off from his curse, plunged the dagger into Droco's stomach, "That's enough from you!"

He then slowly dragged the blade upward, slicing through flesh with sadistic precision. Droco's face contorted in excruciating agony, yet he emitted no sound of pain, enduring the torment in stoic silence.

Asher was impressed by the defiant demeanor of this old man even in his dire state.

Lysandra's gaze remained fixed on the gruesome scene, each second of Droco's suffering making her chest heavier.

The gruesome spectacle escalated as Rhygar's dagger reached just beneath Droco's neck who was still breathing.

With a sadistic flourish, Rhygar withdrew the dagger.

Then, in a harrowing display of cruelty, he plunged his hands into the bloody opening he had carved. With a violent, forceful tug, Rhygar tore Droco's chest apart in opposite directions. The brutal action transformed Droco's chest into a macabre semblance of wings, a horrific sight that exposed his ribcage and internal organs.

The hall fell into a deathly silence, Leonidas, Caelum, Silvan and Oberon frozen in shock and horror at the barbarity unfolding before them while Asher and Naida's expressions became grim.

Drakar, observing the scene with a cold contempt, proclaimed as he turned to look at Asher, "A Traitor's Wings... That is how we punish them. By letting everyone see how the wings of a traitor really would look like," His words echoed through the hall, casting a dreadful pall over the gathering.