Chapter 165: Disturbing Flashback

Roderic stared at the severed head sitting on the table.

For several seconds, he couldn’t even form a proper thought.

And when he finally could, dozens of thoughts raced through his mind all at once.

’That miserable woman died... just like that?’

’But I wanted to do it personally!’

’What the fuck am I supposed to tell Arthur now?’

’My original plan was to force him to let me execute her!’

’How the fuck did he even get to her in the middle of their camp?!’

Roderic raised his gaze towards Finn.

The psychopath was still standing there, smiling proudly as though he’d just accomplished something incredible.

Which, admittedly, he had.

But that wasn’t the point!

’’Finn,’’ he started slowly. ’’How... did you manage to kill her?’’

Finn’s eyes lit up once more.

’’That’s actually a rather funny story, young master!’’ he replied, snickering to himself.

Leaning back in his chair, Roderic let out a quiet breath.

’Do I even want to hear it?’ he thought, crossing his arms. ’If he found it funny, I’m sure she met a painful end.’

After contemplating for a moment, he gave in.

’’Alright,’’ he said. ’’Let’s hear it.’’

Finn grinned.

’’Well, young master, it all started after I killed the officer guarding their supplies...’’

————Flashback————

’Almost there...’

Finn hummed cheerfully as he continued sawing through the officer’s neck.

His clothes were covered in blood, with several fresh stains decorating his face.

Yet the blond boy didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.

If anything, he looked rather pleased with himself.

’Just a little more...’

A few seconds later, the head finally came loose.

’There we go!’

Finn grinned widely.

Grabbing the officer’s head by its hair, he raised it in front of his face.

’Not bad!’

After admiring his work for a moment, he tossed the head into the large brown bag beside him.

He then stood up, casually wiped his dagger against the dead officer’s clothes, and picked up the bag.

’Now then, what should I do next?’ he thought. ’Should I set this place on fire?’

After a moment, he shook his head.

’That won’t do! I already did that last time!’

With nothing else coming to mind, Finn shrugged lightly.

A cheerful smile covered his face as he began skipping between the supply wagons, quietly humming a tune to himself.

However, just as he rounded another wagon, the sound of approaching footsteps entered his ears.

Finn came to a halt and calmly slid beneath the supply wagon.

A moment later, two servants walked past.

Finn watched their feet from beneath the wagon, still faintly humming to himself.

’’Did you hear what happened this morning?’’ one of the servants asked.

’’No,’’ the other replied. ’’But I’ll guess Margaret did something again.’’

The first servant let out a quiet chuckle.

’’You’re spot on,’’ she said. ’’She threw another tantrum and began scratching her scalp.’’

’’She was scratching so violently that she even tore through her bandages!’’

The other servant gasped loudly.

’’That bad?’’ she repeated. ’’What did those Whitemanes do to her to get her like this?’’

Finn’s humming came to a stop.

’Lady Margaret?’ he repeated, his eyes widening.

Then, a delighted smile spread across his face.

’That’s it! The perfect present for the young master!’

Without wasting another moment, Finn quietly crawled out from beneath the wagon.

The two servants were still walking away, completely unaware of the blood-covered assassin following them.

’Now then, where might she be?’

Finn followed them at a comfortable distance, occasionally hiding behind a tent or supply wagon whenever someone approached.

Fortunately, with practically the entire army attacking Whitemane City, there weren’t many people left to worry about.

A few minutes later, the servants arrived at a large tent near the center of the camp.

Unlike the others, this one was decorated with expensive fabrics and guarded by several knights.

’Oh, oh, oh!’ he thought. ’So she’s staying in the commander’s tent!’

Just as he began considering how to get inside, a loud scream erupted from within.

’’SAVE MY BROTHER! HE’LL DIE AT THE HANDS OF THAT DEVIL!’’

Finn blinked once.

’’AAAAHHHHH!!!’’

A loud crash followed.

Several servants rushed inside while the knights exchanged uncomfortable looks.

Finn watched the commotion with amusement plastered across his face.

’The young master is the best!’ he thought, a warmth bubbling inside his chest. ’I can’t imagine what kind of torture she went through to break her mind like that!’

After a moment, he cleared his throat and concentrated once more.

Several knights were guarding the tent, while even more soldiers had gathered outside after hearing the screams.

’That won’t do.’

Although Finn was confident in his abilities, fighting several knights at once would be unnecessarily dangerous.

And besides, where was the fun in getting caught?

’Guess I’ll have to find another way!’

With that thought, he quietly slipped away.

For the next several minutes, Finn wandered through the camp, searching for somewhere Margaret might eventually visit.

It wasn’t long before he discovered a small wooden building standing some distance behind the commander’s tent.

’Oh?’ he thought. ’A toilet?’

Finn blinked for a moment.

Then a wide grin spread across his face.

’Perfect!’

Without wasting another moment, he slipped inside.

The building was relatively small, with wooden walls and a narrow opening near the roof for ventilation.

Finn placed one hand on the left wall and the other on the right.

Then, using his feet for support, he began climbing.

Within seconds, he’d reached the upper part of the building.

His hands and feet pressed firmly against the opposite walls, holding his body just beneath the roof.

From below, he was practically invisible.

’Hehehe,’ he thought. ’I’m like a spider!’

Then... he waited.

Minutes rapidly flew by.

Apart from the occasional quiet hum, Finn remained completely motionless.

After nearly an hour, the sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears.

’’THAT DEVIL!’’ a cry rang out. ’’KILL HIM! NO, HE’LL KILL US!’’

’’Please calm down, my lady,’’ another female voice rang out. ’’Lord Aldric will return victorious soon enough.’’

Finn’s eyes lit up immediately.

A moment later, the wooden door swung open.

Margaret stormed inside, followed closely by a young maid.

The young maid closed the door behind them while Margaret made her way to the toilet.

Finn watched patiently, a huge smile on his face.

Only after Margaret settled down did he open his mouth.

’’Hello!’’ he said, already loosening his grip. ’’I was starting to think you’d never come!’’

The two women glanced up, their faces flooding with horror.

WHOOSH!

Before either of them could make a sound, the blond boy dropped down from the ceiling.

A pair of daggers instantly appeared in his hands.

SWISH!

The maid’s head flew through the air, landing directly in Margaret’s lap.

At the same time, Finn’s dagger flashed towards Margaret.

’’A-Ah...!’’

Margaret’s mouth opened wide, but only a faint, broken rasp escaped her throat.

Her eyes widened in absolute horror.

She tried again... but nothing happened.

Her hands shot up, attempting to claw at her neck.

But Finn caught them halfway, a soft smile on his face.

’’Shhh!’’ he whispered cheerfully. ’’We’re in a toilet, Lady Margaret! You’re supposed to have some privacy!’’

Margaret stared at him, trembling uncontrollably.

Then her gaze slowly dropped toward her lap.

The maid’s lifeless eyes were staring directly back at her.

’’H-Hhh...!’’

Tears began streaming down Margaret’s cheeks.

Finn tilted his head, studying her expression.

He reached forward and gently wiped a tear from Margaret’s cheek.

’’There, there,’’ he whispered softly. ’’No need to cry.’’

Margaret recoiled, pressing herself against the wall.

Finn tilted his head.

’’Hmm...’’

He studied her terrified expression for another moment.

’’Mhm, I didn’t quite manage to get the same reaction my young master did...’’

Tears continued streaming down Margaret’s face as she trembled uncontrollably.

Finn simply shrugged, clearly disappointed.

’’Oh well! Better luck next time!’’

SWISH!

————End of Flashback————

Finn raised a finger proudly.

’’All I had to do after that was saw her head off and run away from a few knights!’’ he explained cheerfully.

For a moment, silence fell inside the room.

Roderic’s mouth hung wide open.

’I’ve done some terrible shit in the past,’ he thought. ’But this...’

His gaze fell on the severed head sitting on the table.

’He doesn’t even realize how fucked up he is!’