Last Born Of The Desdemona

”I warned you, and you didn’t listen. Now, big man, choose.” He smiled, his red eye glowing sinisterly. ”Either you forfeit, or I kill you here and now. You have three seconds.”

The big man’s mind froze, and by the time he came back to his senses, the three seconds had already passed.

”Time’s up.” Cassius said, and slammed his cane back onto the ground, causing crimson fire to burst from the impact and surge straight toward the big man like molten red veins spreading through a crack in a tree.

He screamed in horror and pain, opening his mouth only for the fire to pour inside. His scream grew louder still as the flames began to consume his flesh and blood alike.

And so, while the big man burned, Cassius turned his attention to the second one, who was literally shaking in place, staring at him in ghastly terror.

”So?” Cassius tilted his head, his voice unbothered. ”Do I need to repeat myself again?”

The spectators were dead silent, watching Cassius on his blood throne, speaking calmly while a man burned beside him.

That scene — and the one of him saving his maid and choosing to be burdened for her — warred against each other in their minds, leaving them unable to answer the question of who Cassius truly was.

Was he benevolent and loyal?

Or was he cruel and evil?

The sharpest among them already understood that Cassius was neither...and yet was both.

Anesthesia, standing beside Cassius, watched the scene and smiled coldly soon after.

Before the young man could even answer, she created her own throne with her purple essence beside Cassius’s, sat on it like an Empress crowned by the world, and spoke first.

”I want a gift too.” She said arrogantly. ”What will you offer me?”

The young man nearly lost consciousness.

—End of Chapter 190—