Chapter 153: King of Knights [9] - Wandering Knights
Minutes quickly went by. Eleanor stared silently at the unconscious Roger, who was sleeping on the bed right next to her.
The memories of her childhood flashed before her eyes, and Roger’s figure could always be seen in the background.
Though the two were not related by blood, Roger had truly earned the title of "Uncle".
Unfortunately, people sometimes had to go in different directions.
Since Alex opposed the two siblings and Eleanor had decided to kill him, her relationship with Roger was bound to no longer be the same.
When he woke up, the two would meet as enemies rather than non-blood-related relatives.
Thinking of this, the hesitation in Eleanor’s eyes quickly vanished.
She knew that for her brother and her to survive and even develop the Earldom further, some things ought to be sacrificed.
She wasn’t doing it for her own sake, but for her brother. A True Knight enemy would threaten his rule sooner or later.
The moment that thought arose, a red glint flashed in Eleanor’s blue eyes.
Unknowingly, the dagger in her hand pierced Uncle Roger’s heart as she thrust it forward.
Blood splattered, making her face even more bloody.
When Eleanor woke up from the momentary stupor, Uncle Roger was already dead.
He died in his sleep at her own hands.
It was then that she realized what she had just done.
Although she had already planned for this to happen and had long braced herself, she found it difficult to handle the impact.
Confusion, sorrow, and shock mixed on her face as she subconsciously grabbed Roger’s lifeless hand and attempted to check on his pulse.
But there was nothing.
Tears welled up in Eleanor’s eyes.
Before long, the sound of sobbing was the only thing that could be heard in the infirmary.
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No one knew what had taken place in the silent night, nor did anyone notice that Eleanor had quietly undergone a massive change in mentality and character.
Perhaps, even Eleanor herself didn’t know.
The only person who noticed the changes in her was the unseen audience, Liora.
While on her way back to her room, she couldn’t help but think of what she had just witnessed.
"The violent tide pushes the waves forward. Some things seem to be within our control, but they are secretly inevitable.
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