Chapter 84 Isaac's Arrival
The murderous intent in the night temporarily subsided.
Isaac, having checked Shiaga's injuries, breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, she had only fainted from suffocation and hadn't suffered any more serious injuries.
Apart from the burly man cosplaying as Xing Tian,
everyone else was bound by Isaac...
Isaac was different from his father.
Generally, he disliked killing.
He wiped the blood from his face and specially boiled a pot of water.
Then he carried the boiling water and poured it over the heads of the bound people.
Instantly, screams and wails echoed throughout the night...
Some neighbors were awakened by the horrific cries, but when they realized it was coming from the direction of Messiah's house...
in the end, they obediently went back to bed.
In the yard.
Sarah, the matriarch, asked with concern:
"Is there enough water?"
"Should I boil another pot?"
Isaac, looking at the council members who had all awoke from their unconsciousness, declined his mother's offer, saying:
"It's enough, Mother...you should go back to sleep. I can handle this."
Sarah thought for a moment, and before leaving, she told Isaac:
"Isaac...actually, the reason I was able to give you the weapon in time tonight wasn't because of the fighting..."
Isaac looked at his mother curiously.
A flicker of joy mixed with melancholy crossed Sarah's eyes. She said,
"I dreamt of your father..."
"Your father told me..."
"Our family will be in danger. He told me to prepare in advance."
"Following his instructions, I retrieved the sword and cloak from the prayer hut."
"And besides that, he said something else..."
Isaac, stepping on the heads of the begging sycophants on the ground, turned to his mother and asked,
"What else did my father say?"
His mother's eyes showed worry. She said,
"He said that when you come of age..."
"He will be anointed for you..."
"And you..."
"Will also officially assume... the responsibility of the Messiah."
"You must purge the scum of Canaan to fulfill his righteousness..."
Isaac paused, stunned.
He looked up at the clouds, moon, and stars in the sky...
He fell into deep thought.
His cloak swayed behind him.
The wind howled...
...
When Sarah returned home, Shiaga had almost woken up.
Shiaga cried, gesturing incoherently about what had happened.
Sarah, the mistress, kept comforting Shiaga, trying to dispel her fear.
Once Shiaga calmed down...
She and Sarah cleaned the messy, blood-stained living room.
Meanwhile,
Isaac was interrogating the leaders in the yard...
Their heads had been doused with boiling water, and their faces were flushed red, like scalded pig skin.
And their hair, like scalded pig bristles, could be easily pulled out.
"Isaac…Isaac, we were wrong, please spare us…"
"No, we didn't mean to do this, it was all his fault…he…where is he?"
Isaac's golden eyes seemed to see through souls as he threatened:
"Who…who are you talking about?"
Just then, Sarah and Shiaga happened to be there, temporarily carrying the headless corpse and its severed head into the courtyard.
Isaac pointed to the headless corpse and said:
"Is it him?"
When they saw the burly man, who was clearly dead…
their hearts sank.
That was a man with Bronze, even Silver, power…
He died here just like that?
Only then did they realize, what Bronze…what Silver?
The man before them was the son of a hero!
Many of them had never personally seen Ara Messiah…
But how could they not have heard his legends?
Even if his offspring possessed only a tenth of the hero's power,
it was still beyond the reach of any mortal.
"Forgive me, forgive me, Isaac…"
"We are willing to acknowledge you as the new master of Canaan, and we promise there will be no obstruction…"
Isaac, a cultured man, retorted:
"Isn't this what I deserve?"
"Are you trying to bribe me with my things?"
The men were speechless…
They themselves were the ones who had usurped the throne…
"Give me a reason not to kill you…" Isaac was direct.
The men exchanged bewildered glances.
Their faces were scalded beyond recognition.
They looked utterly ridiculous.
But no one dared to laugh at them.
Finally, one of them sighed and said:
"Isaac…only if we live can we conceal his death…"
The man pointed with his bound hand to the headless corpse in the distance…
Isaac frowned, his tone somewhat unfriendly:
"Why conceal his death?"
"I killed a sinner!"
After a long silence, one of them finally spoke, explaining:
"In the eastern forest, the most dangerous thing now…is not wild beasts…"
"It's a band of robbers…"
"They themselves…" "They claim to be some ostracized warriors of the Hall of Heroes..."
"But everything they do... is no different from banditry..."
"Passing caravans have to pay a hefty toll... even offering their wives and daughters before they'll let them pass..."
"Otherwise... it's a 'beast attack'..."
Isaac felt increasingly uneasy. He asked:
"What about Argos? Don't they care about this?"
Logically, if Perseus knew about this...
he would have surely wiped out these bastards in no time.
But why are they indifferent?
Hearing this, the men shook their heads and said,
"We don't know about that."
"But before plotting to assassinate you…"
"We learned that the bronze warrior was one of the bandits' men planted in Canaan…"
"We also heard… that group even includes gold warriors…"
"They've long coveted the bountiful land of Canaan…"
"If they know their man is dead…"
"Who knows what they might do…"
After hearing this, Isaac fell silent…
Canaan's current situation…
If not beyond redemption, it was certainly hopeless.
Internal and external troubles…
Internally, there were these people before him, and countless other unseen scum and parasites sucking away his father's inheritance…
And externally, that unknown band of bandits seemed to be watching with predatory eyes…
Isaac felt an immense headache coming on.
But, step by step, Canaan must first be cleansed...
Even if things are dire, even if there's no hope, he must save Canaan.
This is his responsibility.
The responsibility of being the son of the Messiah...
Thinking this, Isaac's resolve hardened, and he drew his sword.
He looked at the group of leaders, their faces flushed from scalding hot, shirking responsibility...
Internal and external troubles...
But, to quell external threats, one must first secure internal stability!
He must quickly purge these scourges, using every means possible to bring Canaan back to the right path...
As for concealing the news of their deaths, bowing to bandits?
Isaac, sword in hand.
Slowly approaching amidst their terrified expressions...
His blade rose and fell... his blade rose and fell...
A cycle repeated.
Heads rolled down.
Sinners' blood, filthy and raw, seeped into the earth under the moonlight...
He would use his blood to proclaim to the world—
The Messiah's return.