My head hurt, and my body was freezing in the icy wind. It appeared snow was falling too, but it was not the type that will put a smile on your lips. Frigid cold snow hit my head and all over my body swift and cold, giving chills and shivers to my spine. It was no less than bone-chilling, however, that was because I could not channel my spirit energy.
I tried everything to wake up, but my body, even my eyelids, felt heavy as hell. It appears there was no strength left in my body. Seriously, what kind of drug did they use? Purgatory had an inherited ability to cleanse poisonous aura, however, that ability was kind of limited.
"Tenacious Bastard." I heard a voice of a guy with the swirling of a mad wind, tugging against my very bone, ignoring the suit or the flesh. "He's getting consciousness so soon. Circle him quickly. It is ti to greet our old friend."
I felt a few figures moving in my surroundings as I barely managed to open my eyelids. In the small gaps of my eyelids, the first thing I saw was a smiling face. It took a mont to recognise the figure with the fuzziness in my head, not to ntion the dark and the blizzard going on.
I tried to lift up from there but felt over a hundred kilograms all over my body. That was not all. My spirit force channels had been forcefully sealed as well as my limbs were bound together. It was all because of the engulfing chains wrapped around my limbs, waists, shoulders, even the neck. This bastard was not taking a chance. I could barely move my body, much less run away from here.
The engulfing chains engulfs not only the spirit force, it creates a magnetic field surrounding the chains, making the captive feel he was under great physical stress and tension. Seriously, it was not the worst of Ruthalynian’s creation, however, it was cruel enough with the toxic and extre cold.
"Oscar Emberheart," the youth told from only a couple of strides away. "It appears you are not happy to see here."
"You did all this, Althan?" I snarled at the youth before . It was none other than Althan Kimber, the one I have had a slight conflict with a couple of tis. Once at the archive, when he was harassing Yeriel, and the other ti was recently, and it could not even be called a conflict. There was also there when Althan tried to threaten Julies.
Wasn't this too big for him to do this to ? This bastard even bought an engulfing chain—it was made in Ruthenian, and one needed not to guess how hard it was to get one in the empire. Moreover, un-licensed usage of this kind of chain was prohibited.
"I, of course, was not good enough to do all this," Althan said and gestured with his arm to show his underlings surrounding . "But with their help, it went down well, though you surprised and got two of them. I never thought you would have sothing of Ruthalynian. Luckily, we managed to improvise our plan."
"Why did you do this?" I snarled at him again. The cold was far unbearable now, with my spirit force sealed. My cloak was already tattered, and the suit did little to ward off cold when it was not running. Even though I tried to calm, my voice ca out harsh, full of rage. Being a captive was not making the situation any better. "Just because I embarrassed you in front of Yeriel? What did I do to you?"
"It appeared you had already ruined your head with alcohol," Althan said, and ca closer to . He ca right before and crouched down, eyeing . I could only see hatred in them, so much of it that it was unnatural. He snarled right at , spitting on my face. "Have you forgotten how you had fucked up my elbow right in front of everyone?
“What did I do to you before that? I barely spoke a few words against that white-haired bitch. You did not even give a face, even though I am a fucking prince, just like you. You beat in front of hundreds, dislocated my elbow to give an example to others, so that they would stay quiet about you and that white-haired bitch.
"Burn you, Oscar! You made a fucking laughingstock out of in the academy, and you are fucking asking what you did to ?"
I did all that? My teeth gritted together, looking at the raging face of Althan, red with anger, spitting all over my face. And the worst thing about it was that I have done none of what he just said. I did hear Scar dislocated Althan's arm, but in the book Althan had done nothing imdiately, other than the rivalry between the two states, cancelling any trades and assistances.
Even though the Princedom of Kimber was a little good at military achievents, they were freaking good at comrce. Even though he could do nothing to Scar promptly, they had hurt House Emberheart in the long run.
But why now? Why now, when I am on an important mission? Did Althan plan all this when I arrived in Victoria? Or is he just reaping a splendid opportunity here? Either way, I needed to evacuate from here, though nothing ca to my mind. The engulfing wire made all my efforts futile.
"What do you want with ?" I asked, eyeing straight into his eyes. Anger boiling inside , however, I managed to contain it, regarding the situation. However, the sa couldn’t be said about Althan. He was literally fuming with rage. Strands of spiritual energy sparked around him, though Althan was too focused on to notice.
His spiritual energy was behaving with sudden outbursts of emotions and anger. Whatever Scar did, that shouldn’t be enough to make him this enraged, could it?!
Althan kept eye contact for a couple of seconds and stood up. "Payback," he said and finally noticed the undulation of his spiritual energy and aura. “I wanted to make a laughingstock out of you, the sa you did to , however, you barely have any prestige left in the academy."
Althan eyed a couple of underlings behind as they approached . They did not attack actually, but helped stand up and kept standing, pulling by my underarms. So they were preparing the stage for Althan. I wondered what type of paynt this bastard wanted from . It wouldn’t be that bloody, would—
And I got the answer promptly. A fist ca right at my nose, crushing it in just one attempt. And with the cold, it hurt many tis over. I scread in pain, and Althan kept on punching my face. It was already bloody enough with just a couple of punches, but it turned worse with each punch, throbbing as I groaned, blood gushing out from it.
I tried everything to run away, but the heavy chains, as well as the two underlings, kept my head straight, making it easy for that bastard to hit.
I coughed, grounding my teeth. Sobs of pain escaped from my tightly pressed lips as I coughed blood out of my mouth and broken nostrils. Althan kept on punching like a madman. The little control he gained of his emotion a mont ago, long vanished. When he was done, it was out of his physical limitation. However, he already shoved a couple of dozens of heavy punches at , making my face worse than a sandbag. It was nothing but disgusting wet clay pottery.
However, I felt an enduring fla burning inside , cleansing the drug from my channel. That was not all. The fla, the burning, the rage was rising with the agony I felt.
A light whistle ca from my broken nose as I breathed. Pain rose with each inhaling and exhaling. The two underlings were carrying entirely now, as my legs gave away. The guy was beating . Why would I make things easy for him? At least, I made it easy for my legs.
Althan let out heavy breathing, still looking at . The Magus Apprentice stood straight and looked at another one of the underlings. "Bring the sword, Heath."
It appeared he was not satisfied enough. I don’t know why, but I felt no problem with my ntal capability. Yes, Purgatory was cleansing the drug, but it should still dull my ntal capacity to a large portion. Perhaps because of the pain. Burn him! It hurts!
The underling did as he was told and brought the nail sword to his prince. Althan took the sword out of the sheath and looked at it peculiarly, as if did not like the shape. But I had more things to worry about than his likeness to my borrowed sword. What was this bastard planning? Murder? No, even if this guy has the balls of a dragon, he would not attempt that.
I may be a rotten apple of Emberheart, however, I was still their apple. He would not like it very much if Althan crossed the line and Althan knows it too. He knows it, right?
It appears my mind is not really working properly. Well, I think anyone bound like , finding the capturer approaching with a sword will feel so paranoia.
I know little about Highprince of Fla, however, he was once a doting father. Both the father and son pair went astray after the death of the most important woman of their life, however, that doesn't an, Lord Emberheart would be silent after his son's death. The only child his dear wife left behind.
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