Tessia Eralith POV
The scalpel and the hammer would be a fine way to describe our duo.
In this case, my dearest fiancé has been torturing the Wykes brat senseless, and it has been music to my ears. But his methods are... Blunt, to say the least.
On the other hand, I've been slow and methodical with Clive, taking the process one step at a time. With nothing more than a precise blade, I've cut off toes, pulled out teeth, hell, I've even been skinning him alive.
The hollow look he wore once we first walked down here was long gone, in its place nothing but pain and despair. But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
So for the closing act, I cut a nice, deep incision into his sternum, reaching my hand in hand, with the help of a little mana, crushing his core with my own two hands.
Knowing that this psycho was no longer a threat was relieving to say the least, and if I'm being honest, I couldn't really care if they lived or died as long as they were powerless but... Art was the one making the call, and if that's what he wants, then so be it!
Finished up with my arts and crafts projects, featuring the human body, I walked out of the jail cell and stood with my bond daughter and Agrona.
"Have you finished, mama?" She asked, keeping her distance from me. I noticed her confused face before looking down. Only then did I realize how much blood was on me.
I giggled sheepishly as the two individuals rolled their eyes and shook their heads.
"Anyway, I sent out a communication whilst you were both in there. The execution date has been set for two days from now." He showed me a sheet of paper with the details. "Xyrus is now making preparations for it in the City Square."
I nodded in understanding before a shrieking howl brought our attention to Arthur and Lucas. In that same moment, the sound of a blade penetrating flesh could be heard. As he stepped back, we saw how Art had stabbed him through the sternum, right into the mana core.
Smart minds think alike...
He took off the white and blue mask from his face, the one he supposedly used during his adventuring days before giving us a bright smile.
"We're done here, let's go home." He spoke simply as I brought our dirty, crimson-ridden bodies into a side hug.
We all nodded as Agrona guided us all towards a few guest rooms, allowing the two of us to get cleaned up and head back to school without looking like we had just committed a genocide.
The two of them left as we were ordered to meet them in the Mess Hall once we had finished up, showing us the room, a set of clothing and a few fresh towels.
"Head on in first Tess, you somehow look bloodier than me." Arthur laughed, pointing at my front. I pouted at him, beginning to storm off into the bathroom before a marvellous idea came to mind.
"How about we shower together~." I looked at him from over my shoulder, fluttering my eyes and speaking in a seductive tone, holding out my hips.
"I think I'd rather have our fun without being covered in the blood of my own attempted killer." He giggled. "But don't worry, I intend on keeping my promise~."
I felt my face flush red as he spoke softly, making me excited for what was to come later on. I quickly raced into the shower, stripping down and setting the bloodied clothes to the side.
Warm water rushed out of the artifact, coating me in water and removing all of the filthy blood covering me. With a bit of annoying effort, and a few bad memories resurfacing of washing blood out of my hair just like the day Art was almost killed, I finished up, wrapping myself in a towel and walking back to the bedroom.
"All yours, Art." I motioned him in. He picked up his towel and raced in, likely getting irritated by the substance.
I giggled to myself as I finished drying off, slipping on the spare underwear that I keep in my ring for emergencies, along with the plain white shorts and t-shirt that had been left for me.
Feeling refreshed, I plopped myself down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling before commencing a mental link with Sylvie.
"Hey Sylv, I've finished up, just waiting on Art." I affirmed.
"Alright mama. By the way... when are we telling him we are able to communicate like this without him?" She asked curiously. After a little bit of practice whilst my sleepy fiancé was in his dream world, I had learnt and practiced my telepathic communication, ultimately figuring out how to hold a two way conversation without Arthur.
I giggled to myself as I thought about the question, earning me a suspicious mental feeling from my daughter.
"No harm done, Sylv. One day." I cackled, making the little dragon roll her eyes in my mind.
Cutting off our conversation, Arthur walked out of the shower, nice and clean, a towel around his waist.
"Welcome back pretty boy!" I waved in a playful manner at him, rolling onto my front whilst still in bed. "Are you going to put on a little show for me~."
"Turn around, or nothing tonight." He ordered, his gaze fixed on me with a deadpan look.
With the best of my ability, along with a few tips from Sylvie, I gave him a puppy eyes look, staring deep into his blue and purple eyes. We stayed like that for a few seconds before he rolled his eyes.
"It's one or the other Tess, choose wisely." He looked at me playfully.
"But I wanted boooth!" I cried, rolling around the bed like a toddler. This caused him to laugh before a mischievous grin came up onto his face.
Like it was nothing, he entered his second phase in a split second, and suddenly, I felt a set of chains wrapped around my wrists. They spun me around swiftly, making me face the wall without any room for struggle.
Kinky... I thought, this time without letting anyone invade my mind, but my expression betrayed me as I tried to squirmed around.
After a bit of shuffling, the chains dispersed into purple specks, disappearing entirely, and as I turned around, Arthur had already exited Realmheart. I jumped up and hit his still bare chest playfully with a pouting face.
"Meanie!" I shouted at him, somewhat sexually frustrated. He patted my head lovingly, causing my tantrum to subside as I leaned into his warm body.
"Come on Crybaby Princess, we have people waiting for us." He tapped my head, trying to pull away from me.
"Five more minutes..." I moaned, hugging his torso tighter. I heard him huff before a set of arms wrapped around me.
Alright, my love.
Bairon Wykes POV
To be a hero to the people, or to grasp strength for your own benefit...
Becoming a Lance was my crowning achievement in my career as a mage. To be recognized by the King of Sapin himself, and to be handed the opportunity to wield such strength. It's a dream come true in the eyes of the Wykes.
We have always been greedy for power, be it militaristic or diplomatic, the higher the ladder, the more we climb. And to be crowned one of the Continent's six most powerful mages?