The Harem King 164 Chapter 164

The frosty night got even steeper as time has shown its trace relentlessly over my mortal body.

It would be a lie for me to say that i enjoyed the frailties of my chained self because i could no longer wait fly once more into the wide expansive world amongst the skies wherein i truly belong.

"Soon." i muttered as i continued my harvest for the evening.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"

"WE HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG TO OFFEND YOU!"

"BUNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

"YOU HEARTLESS MONSTER!" The eerie sound of terror rang loudly unto my ears but i has not the care to reply to these wriggling worms whatsoever.

In truth, it did not matter whether these cretins died or not but since they were in my way, frozen in fear and bathing in their own urine even as they threw disrespectful words towards me,

so i had only done what i was ever best at.

That is of course, to teach these disrespectful clay toys proper decorum in my presence. And at this moment, they were nothing but noisy bugs in my ears.

"FLAs.h.!.+" my sharp cards mowed through flesh and furniture to redecorate the household anew with a sense of my very own design.

There was always beauty in chaos. A universal truth that never failed to fascinate me, time and time again.

My indiscriminate slaughter moved from the first floor to the last until i finally saw myself standing before my objective for this quest.

"HELP!"

"BUNNY IS GOING CRAZY IN THERE!"

"CALL THE TRIBE CHIEF QUICKLY!" the panicked cries of the survivors echoed in the stillness of the night but it was a lost cause after all.

Only sheep would come but wolf has just gotten started on this feast full of blood.

"Open this door, Master Erin. Because if you don't, i shall take you apart piece by piece and i reckon that you won't like that at all. A gruesome death or a fast one, you choose."

i gave my ultimatum and waited for the stupid pig to take his destiny unto his own hands.

And... nothing.

The last door remained tightly shut still i could hear the whimper of fear from behind these closed entrance. Women and children were in present amongst the living.

I shook my head at the fatty's last bastion of escape. For in truth, a house was as much a cage as it was a refuge. Faced with this peculiar dilemma, i found myself on a funny bind.

Although my cards of death can cut through bones and flesh but i was not delusional enough to believe that i could do the same through these thick hardened doors before me.

And my physical strength was also inconsequential to force my way through these ingenuous hindrances.

But alas, when muscle failed then it was time to use the greatest faculty gifted upon mortals.

Their brains.

"I will give you three dozen breaths to decide, Master Erin. Come out and i will spare your family. Continue on being stubborn and there shall be a roasted pig before this night ends."

i raised my voice but still, no one responded with words. Only the audible cries rose in crescendo even as the large door remained shut. Seemed like i will have to do more effort after my bluff has been called.

I smiled my annoyance and took a trip downstairs to get myself some tools for this evening's murder. After 36 seconds, just like i said, i returned to my unfinished objective for the day.

Right before the seemingly impenetrable defense of a tall doorway.

"Are you really that dumb, Master Erin? You are willing to sacrifice your family together with your stupidity even until the end?"

i asked the moment i returned yet same as my last attempts, these maggots dared ignored me once more.

"What about you, Master Elric? Are you also a fool to let your line end here because of your son's sins?" i changed to address the Head of the House instead.

And it was at this time that i got a positive results out for my attempt.

A good change indeed.

"What has my son done to invite your anger, Master Bunny? My family is willing to pay anything in exchange for your leniency this time. Please give us this chance for reconciliation and peace."

an aged voice came from behind the door.

A few hours ago, i would not have imagined for one of the most powerful Elders of the tribe to call me as such. This was a master that stood above the lives of both slaves and livestock.

But here i was, being greeted with due reverence particularly because i have the strength to install over my peers. The devoured soul in me brightened in pride after this small accomplishment.

"The years have made you wise indeed, Master Elric. I ask not any wealth or favor. Only the head of the sinner shall suffice." i replied resolutely.

"Your son has not only lain in bed with murderers and thieves but had also plotted along those rotten parasites to ask for my life. Tell me Master Elric, is it not my right to seek for blood and justice tonight?"

i added in a voice filled with both righteous vigor and vehemence.

A breath.

Two breaths.

Until the tenth, and only silence reigned supreme in the stalemate of two parties. Master Elric has not the heart to scold his son to a pulpy mess because what was done was already in the past.

The future was inconsequential at best but the present was pretty much different from the two. To adopt change, one must always be mindful of the ticking of the clock.

But the choices presented before the old master was indeed not favorable no matter how he maneuvered a strategy.

To offer his son to be butchered or join him in death. Each resulted in demise and the old master of the house paused in hesitation.

After the twentieth breath, i had finally run out of patience so i said.

"A gallon of Flame Tree Oil is with me, Master Elric..." i informed and my purpose was simple enough. A Flame Tree was a special product of this world's nature.

When such life matured, they would expel liquid substances that would overflow from within it and unto the surface of their trunks and branches.

It was only ironic that an important creation like a Flame Tree appeared as bald as an egg's sh.e.l.l with no leaves to coat its body in splendor whatsoever.

A dead looking unattractive tree yet possessed extremely essential usage to the barbaric lifestyle of this tribe's survivors, the Flame Trees were indeed an obscure masterpiece hiding in plain sight.

"CLANG!" i heard a series of grating wood rubbed against each other.

"CREAKKKKK!" and a second or two later, the last hindrance has finally been breached.

"Smart choice, Master Elric." i commented and the old man only nodded in response.

He took one last look towards his son's concealment then took a deep breath before he collapsed a moment after.

"GRANDFATHER!" a beautiful young woman hastily aided Master Elric. There were perhaps fifty people packaged within the confines of this large room.

It was likely the old man's bedchambers as the decor within were not indicative of it being a function hall for guests or otherwise.

I saw fear in the lot of tamed sheep and even the seasoned warriors s.h.i.+vered before me. One such expert sported a bloodied arm as half of it was already missing to parts unknown down below.

The warrior's eyes bled hate and i has only a pleased smile to reflect upon this breed of spirit.

"I thought you were brave. Why hide in front of death and defeat? Shouldn't you also join your friends in their eternal rest? Or do you now wish to apprentice as a runner of the tribe?"

i mocked the man but it got me no reply other than the grinding of teeth and the clenching of one fist that was no longer a pair.

Wise indeed.

If he had chosen to retort instead, then i did not mind bleaching this room with more blood and gore.

The worried faces of adults and the crying children rose as everyone looked at their weak leader's countenance.

Elric was an accomplished man of his time. Not that he was heroic or something. In fact, he wasn't.

What he exceeded above the rest of his peers were his quick mind and a good balance for when to retreat and when to take advantage.

As such, this clarity of gambit has given him long peaceful years as fruits of his endeavors.

83 years of existence to be accurate.

But judging at the dozen young women around the immediate family, i judged that the old man has lived a very prosperous life indeed.

"Take Master Elric out and the rest of you follow." i ordered and walked calmly towards a certain part of the enclosure.

The lake of bodies parted before me as they squished their counterparts aside in order to distance their presence from my own.

A breath later, i sensed countless running feet that announced the family's hasty departure.

Women and children, daughters, sons, warriors and the whole of them b.i.t.c.hes in attendance,

all scrambled to get as far away as they can from me in the fear that i would have a change of heart.

"Are you there, Master Erin?" i asked the moment i found another door block my path.

These was probably the bathroom, a place where the pig hid himself to avoid persecution from his father.

"I'm sorry, Bunny! It was not my fault! I was just blinded by my great love towards Erza! Please, I HAVE MONEY! I will pay any amount you want, Bunny! Only let me live!"

the fatty's high pitched voice resounded erratically inside. He was blabbering in panic and he did not even hear what i had to say.

"Open the door, Master Erin and face your death with courage and dignity."

"NOOOOOO!"
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"PLEASEEEE!"

"NOOOOO!"

"YOU CAN HAVE EVERYTHING I HAVE, BUNNY!"

"I HAVE LOTS OF MONEY!"

"I CAN PAY FOR MY LIFE!" the deranged stubbornness of a fool continued to hurt my ears in its tiresome monotone.

"It seems like we shall have a roasted pig for the finale after all." i whispered then began painting the entire decoration with Flame Tree Oil.

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