The lake's light was cold and it reflected a shimmering killing intent.
"His name was Henrik, known as Aran Absolute Blade. Forty years ago, his glory was unmatched, and it was rumored that his sword skill was unparalleled. But he was just a vainglorious man, whom I slashed with one strike, then hung at the city gates to display his corpse. His wife, Eliza, was nothing more than a lowly tavern hostess. I had her beheaded to show the King's grace and power."
Zote raised his left hand, staring at his palm, as if playing with the memory of that woman's head.
Magnus's gaze sharpened.
"Good! Today, I will avenge them!"
The nearly thirty-year grudge of his father's murder was finally exposed to the light of day.
Magnus, with his crippled body, wielding the broken knife left by his father, wanted to reclaim all the lives Zote had taken.
"Do you have the qualification? Aleksey, go kill him."
