Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 611: To Build My Legend 2

As Eunid dismounted, Kael Bloodrend’s deep chuckle rolled through the tense silence, his scarred face twisted into a smirk as he strolled forward. His eyes were sharp with disdain, giving Eunid a look of blatant contempt. Kael’s posture held none of the deference that was due to an heir of a Holy Church family; to him, Eunid was little more than an amusement—a naive upstart in the face of overwhelming power.

"So, tell me, little prince," Kael drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. "Have you come to surrender? Or did you think you’d come and bow at my feet before I crush the Diligence family under Chastity’s heel?"@@@@

Eunid held Kael’s gaze, an easy smirk of his own playing across his lips. "Not quite. I came to see who dared lead this armada of the Chastity family. Thought I’d offer you one last chance to turn back—an opportunity for you to surrender while you still can."

Kael’s laugh boomed across the field, a bellow of pure amusement. "You are truly delusional, Eunid! Do you not see the forces arrayed before you? These warships, these beasts—all brought for the Diligence family’s destruction." He sneered, his tone sharpening. "Do you think that being some so-called ’genius’ gives you a chance against the might of the Chastity family? Your family flame is weak, boy. The Chastity family is at the height of its strength!"

Kael’s voice lowered, his tone venomous. "If you’re here to answer for the death of Apollo, I could be generous... surrender yourself and give up some Diligence territory, and perhaps we’ll let you keep your miserable life." He paused, his eyes glinting with malice as he leaned closer, his lips curling in a smirk. "You know, seeing you in person, I understand why Apollo wanted you. If you’re willing, I’d even consider taking you as my own. Perhaps I could make you beg for mercy on your knees."

At this, he licked his lips, his gaze hungry and taunting.

For a brief moment, Eunid’s brow furrowed. But he didn’t falter, nor did he lash out. Instead, his voice took on a chilling calmness. "Kael Bloodrend," he said, his tone as unyielding as stone, "I’m here to build my legend. And I’m thrilled that my first prey will be a man of such renown and strength."

"H-how...?" he stammered, disbelief etched into his face. "How did you become the patriarch? The family flame was dying, and the Anointing Ceremony... it has only been a few hours... How did you?"

Eunid offered no answer. The commanders around him, upon seeing the emblem, dropped to their knees in respect, and one by one, the soldiers followed, acknowledging Eunid’s ascension as the new head.

Of course they had questions on their minds, but that emblem on his head could not be faked. Also, one could not have it unless the previous patriarch wad no more.

Eunid turned his cold gaze to his uncle. "Let this serve as a warning," he declared, his voice echoing through the silent crowd. "To all who defy me and the order of the Diligence family." He lifted his blade and pressed it to Alfred’s throat, his voice steady. "I am leading this war, and I do not tolerate desertion or disobedience. Anyone who defies me—commander or not—will face the same fate."

With one swift motion, he drew the blade across Alfred’s neck. Blood spurted, splattering over the commanders kneeling nearby, their eyes wide with shock.

None dared to speak, their minds reeling from the ruthless finality of Eunid’s actions....

[Author’snote: Damn it! This boy has really grown. Such resolve....]