Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 618: Memory Is Missing 2

This castle stood as a grim sentinel in the Highlands, a fortress of stone and iron imposed upon conquered lands.

Once an ancient, sacred stronghold of the Highlanders, it had been transformed into a Vandorian outpost after Manu’s forces took control. The high, vaulted ceilings were lit by cold torchlight, casting jagged shadows against the tapestries that adorned the walls.

Each tapestry was a scene of Vandorian conquest: soldiers in dark armor stood triumphant over fallen Highlanders, their banners hoisted high, marked by the six-winged white serpent.

In one mural, a Highland chieftain knelt, hands bound, his face twisted with anguish while Vandorian soldiers loomed around him, smirking as they raised their blades. Another tapestry depicted the lush lands of the Highlands set ablaze, with the once-colorful skies darkened by thick smoke. It was a brutal homage to Vandorian might, each stitch a reminder of the pain inflicted on these lands.

Of course, this was all history that had been rewritten as Manu wished for it to be. Making it seem like he had conquered the Highlands and not Chiron.

In the dim light of his throne room, Manu reclined in a high-backed chair, waiting as his guards dragged the Highland priestess before him.

A hush fell over the hall as she entered, her regal poise unshaken despite her chains. Her piercing gaze burned with silent rage as it met his, and though she did not speak out of turn, her expression conveyed a deep and unbroken defiance.

Manu met her gaze with an almost amused detachment. He took careful note of her hatred, of the disgust that simmered behind her clenched jaw, but he did not address it.

He understood, after all, that her resentment was likely not only directed at him but also at the body he inhabited—that of Chiron, a name that was very reviled among her people.

Chiron had committed atrocities against the Highlanders, seizing their lands, destroying their traditions, breaking their spirits by destroyingthe literal atmospherein this place. It was enough to curse him for eternity.

And yet, something vital eluded him.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice cold and sharp. "What happened here that day?"

"What happened!? You really ask that?" She looked at him in confusion.

She had long heard that Chiron had taken over the kingdom and now called himself manu madayaki, discarding his old name, but now that she looked at him, she sensed something different... it was foreign.

Maybe it was because she was a godchild, touched by the hods and that was why she was extra sensitive to it or maybe it was plainly because after that day, the aura gids had not entirely deserted her.

But now as she looked at him, a lingering power from her heritage sparked inside her and her eyes were given the opportunity to see beyond the ordinary.

She immediately held back her scream at the vile evil within Chiron’s body that she had just seen, including Chiron’s soul in a thousand snake chains.

Manu smirked, "hmmm, you took a peek. You are a god child after all, so that much is expected. Now, tell me what i need to know."

The priestess backed away a bit, but she knew she had to talk.

Chiron was evil, but at least power was his purpose. This one, Manu, only destruction brought him vile satisfaction....

[Authors note: What do you think Chiron did...?]