"Uh..."
Hector groaned, pressing his temple in pain and fatigue. He slowly opened his eyes and pushed himself up onto his back.
"It seems I’m laying here again," Hector thought, forcing himself to smile.
He could tell where he was—not because he could see, but because he had been here many times before. The scent of the herbs in this room, crafted into all kinds of healing capsules, now floated around here and his nose—except for the heavy scent of the girl’s perfume beside him, making him uneasy.
"Who are you?" Hector asked, glancing to the side.
Eric raised one eyebrow in surprise before answering.
"Are you really blind?"
But she lightly shook her head when she noticed Hector’s eyes were completely ruined—pale white, with a few scars running across them.
"I guess your hearing’s really good or something."
She let out a deep breath and crossed her arms, which only emphasized her ample breasts . If Hector could have seen her, his young hormones would have certainly stirred. Her cold face was strikingly beautiful, her haughty attitude made her seem unacceptable. It seemed she already held some preconceptions about him.
"I’ll answer all your questions.’’
"First, I’m Lady Violet’s maid. She sent me here to take care of you. And whatever trouble you’ve caused, or whoever caused it, will be settled peacefully then.’’
"Second, all your trash friends are fine, so don’t worry too much. And Wolfman, your friend, seems to have some strong connections, so he might stay safe even after everything he pulled with those idiot empires.
"Honestly, I hope he survives, because I liked everything he did. He wiped out half the nobles thanks to that reckless stunt. I still don’t get how he survived after trying to kill himself. Turns out, he’s using power from a Yakhi coin."
She sighed.
"That’s a shame. He’ll be stuck in treatment at the hospital academy for the rest of his life."
"Enough!" Hector’s voice was cold, catching Eric off guard.
"I didn’t ask about them," he added. "I just want to know one thing. Why did Violet send you here? Did she do something stupid?"
Hector didn’t care about his classmates or even Tyrone—he knew they’d be fine. And even if one of them died, he probably wouldn’t notice or feel much about it.
But Violet’s actions—this was something that truly made him angry.
"Huh? This is how you treat my lady after everything she’s done for you?" Eric grimaced, clenching her fist and fighting the urge to kill him right there.
Surprised and angry, a kind of such a commoner cut her speech off so she tried to incite his guilt.
"She caused trouble for those damn princes of the empire just to take revenge for you!" she shouted, her anger spilling over. "Why the hell are you standing in her way?’’
"It’s all your fault. You made her act stupid."
And, it was really effective, anyway. Violet was really his fatal flaw.
Hector just sighed, not bothering to reply. He slowly got out of bed, picked up his cane, and started moving. He wanted to clear his head from everything Eric had just thrown at him.
Relying on his memory of the treatment room’s layout, Hector slowly made his way to the door and stepped outside.
A flash of bitter appeared on his face before he turned back and asked.
"Did she get hurt?"
In the worst-case scenario, he had feared she might do something reckless to help him. And now, judging by the current situation, it seemed Violet had sent her subordinates to protect him—allowing her to help him again without raising suspicion about their relationship.
"She’s fine. Then, the higher-ups stepped in, and ended it," Eric replied, though her voice was laced with irritation at seeing Hector care about her master. She couldn’t resist adding venom to her words.
"Why don’t you just die? Your life would be better that way. You’re blind and weak. My lady is still young and naïve, so she thinks she likes you, but not for long. She’ll grow up and realize her fate is to be great. She won’t be tied to a commoner like you."
"Or," she added with a sneer, "I could just give you enough gold coins to live out the rest of your life somewhere far away."
Hector tried to smile, but it came out twisted.
"Die? That’s not a bad option. But I’ve still got a ton of things to do before I die."
Eric frowned, confused.
"What do you want to do? I can do it for you. You want to eat something good before you die? Live in a big house?"
She kept going, listing the kind of things any normal man might dream about. If this had been before, he might have agreed without hesitation—but now, the thought of it only disgusted him.
"I want to kill a few people."
...Eric was curious. "Who?"
There was a long pause.
"Haley and his underlings. Everyone connected to him. All of them have brought trouble to me."
"Wishful thinking! You could never pull it off. A commoner like you can’t even single scratch them. We’re talking about the grandson of the Mythic Individual of the Wolfe Clan and the princes of the empire. You don’t stand a chance!"
Eric’s voice rose in anger, warning him about the enemies he was naming.
"You’ll suffer something worse than death if you go against them!"
Hector scoffed.
"Worse than death? I’ve been in hell ever since I stepped into this damn world. I’ve undergone every kind of torment, enough to make me wish for death a hundred times. But they won’t let me die. So, they’ll have to face my revenge."
...
Eric stood up slowly.
"So after everything I said, you’re still not choosing for yourself? Fine, then I’ll choose for you."
Her right eye gleamed with mana as she lunged at Hector, sword already in hand.
"Die!"
But just as soon as her blade nearly approached Hector’s throat, an overwhelming force crashed down on her.
Her knees buckled instantly, forcing her to the ground. She crouched low, struggling to breathe under the crushing pressure.
"Y–Yakhi Coin? No... this isn’t that strong..."
She had faced this kind of suppression before, and in her recent fight against an opponent possessing the Yakhi coin, yet his power and pressure were entirely different from Hector’s, even if they shared some attributes.
She tried to move her feet but couldn’t. Her chest muscles tightened painfully, squeezing the air from her lungs, as if an invisible weight was pressing down on her entire body.
She poured all her mana into resisting, healing herself, and forcing her body to stand, but Hector’s power was still holding her down.
"Still want to stand?"
With those cold words, a wave of crimson mana filled the room, all of it bearing down on her.
"N–No... I’ll die..."
Fear and panic gripped her as that terrifying energy tore into her. Her stomach churned violently, forcing up a mess of blood and half-digested food. She could feel death’s hand on her.
Her body trembled uncontrollably. Saliva spilled from her mouth as her consciousness slipped away. Finally, she went completely still, save for the faint, occasional shiver. Google seaʀᴄh novel fire.net