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This chapter contains graphic and detailed descriptions of a violent murder, including blood and disturbing imagery. Sensitive topics are explored, which may be distressing for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
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[ Jeon Jungkook POV ]
I sat outside my chamber, trying to sort through the confusion swirling in my mind.
The stillness of the night surrounded me, but the thoughts that plagued my mind were anything but calm.
The whole crime scene was a mess-one that had kept me up all this night.
But even more than the grisly details of the murder itself, my thoughts kept drifting back to Inaya.
It was strange, really.
Just the day before, she had been nothing more than an annoyance, a woman whose defiance had irritated me every time we crossed paths.
I had planned on getting back at her for all those little moments where she'd made me angry.
But when I saw her, trembling, tears staining her cheeks, everything changed.
I hadn't expected to feel this way.
She was just a woman, yet she had me so... unsettled. Seeing her broken, afraid, so helpless-it made something inside me stir.
And I couldn't shake the image of her crying.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard footsteps approaching.
Taehyung, one of my most trusted men, walked up with his usual serious expression.
His eyes had that hard edge to them, the one that only appeared when something was weighing on him.
He must have dealt with the crime scene and the body.
I rose to my feet and gestured for him to speak.
"The murder was pre-planned,"
Taehyung began, his voice deep and measured.
"The victim is a well-known jeweler.
We don't know why he was out that night, but we're working on finding out.
The men who attacked him were hired-they were sent to kill him.
We've got them locked up in a cell.
The soldiers are keeping a close eye on them, but neither of them is talking."
I listened closely, nodding as I processed his words.
It all seemed so... calculated. So deliberate.
But it didn't make sense.
Why would anyone want to kill a jeweler? Especially one known for his kindness?
Taehyung continued, and I could see the seriousness in his eyes deepen.
"He doesn't have any known enemies,"
Taehyung said, his voice lower now.
"He's well-respected, known for his generous nature, always helping people in need.
We've checked out his house and the area around his shop, but there's nothing unusual, nothing that explains this.
But there is something strange..."
"What is it?"
I asked, my voice sharp with curiosity.
"The odd thing is,"
Taehyung paused, choosing his words carefully,
"the jeweler has been going out in the middle of the night for a while now. This isn't the first time.
The night, his murder wasn't a normal one. It was... methodical.
His thumb was cut off before they stabbed him in the stomach and finally slashed his neck."
The information hung in the air, thick with tension.
I furrowed my brow, absorbing every detail.
Why would they remove his thumb? It didn't make sense.
The murder itself-stabbing, then slashing-was brutal, but the thumb? That part of the crime felt so... personal, almost symbolic.
Something didn't add up, and it gnawed at me.
"Anything else?"
I asked, trying to piece it together.
Taehyung shook his head.
"Not much more for now. But we'll keep digging. The thumb, though, it's bothering me too. There's something to it, something we're missing."
I leaned against the wall, my mind racing.
Who would want to kill someone like this? And why the thumb? It had to mean something, but what?
As I stood outside my chamber, lost in my thoughts about the investigation and the puzzling events surrounding the murder, the sound of the door creaking open pulled me back to reality.
I turned my head sharply, my attention drawn to the figure entering the room.
It was the healer-the woman my soldiers had summoned to tend to Inaya's wounds.
She walked toward me with urgency, her expression calm but slightly troubled.
Bowing respectfully, she began to speak.
"Master,"
she said, her voice firm yet respectful,
"I have treated the young lady's wounds with the herbal paste you provided.
She is still unconscious, but she should wake up in two or three hours.
However..."
She hesitated for a moment, her gaze shifting uncomfortably before continuing.
"Her clothes are badly torn, and as there are no women's garments available in your chambers, she might catch a cold.
It's still the middle of the night, and the temperature has dropped significantly."
Her words settled heavily in the air.
I remained silent, processing what she had said.
My thoughts raced as I considered the situation.
Should I...? It wasn't something I would normally involve myself in, but her condition was serious.
She needed rest, warmth, and proper care.
I had more pressing matters to attend to, but this couldn't be ignored either.
Finally, I made my decision.
My solution was unconventional, but it was the only option at the moment.
"For now,"
I said, my tone as cold and authoritative as ever,
"make her wear my clothes."
My words hung in the air, drawing a stunned reaction from the healer and Taehyung, who stood beside me.
Their wide eyes and hesitant expressions made their surprise evident.
They were clearly unprepared for such an order, especially coming from me.
They continued staring, their silence growing awkward. My patience thinned.
"What are you waiting for?"
I said sharply, my voice carrying the weight of command.
The healer quickly composed herself, nodding without further protest.
She left silently to carry out my instructions.
Taehyung, on the other hand, remained quiet, though his gaze lingered on me, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes.
I turned back toward him, brushing aside any unnecessary thoughts.
"We're leaving for the cell,"
I said curtly, shifting my focus back to the investigation.
I couldn't waste any more time. The interrogation awaited, and I had to get answers.
As we began to walk away from the chamber, I couldn't resist glancing back.

My eyes caught the healer opening the door to my chamber, revealing a brief glimpse of the scene inside.
There she was-Inaya.
She lay unconscious on my bed, her fragile form covered by my sheets.
Her face, pale yet peaceful, appeared so delicate.
Time seemed to slow for a moment as I took in the sight.
The memory of her trembling, terrified form from earlier flashed through my mind.
The words I had spoken to her to comfort her-words I had never imagined myself saying-echoed faintly in my ears.
The door closed softly behind the healer, cutting off the view.
I snapped out of my thoughts, turning back to the path ahead.
I shook my head slightly, pushing those unnecessary emotions aside.
"She's just a distraction,"
I muttered to myself under my breath, my voice low and firm, as if convincing myself of the fact.
With that, I walked away, forcing my focus back onto the work that lay ahead, determined not to let anything-or anyone-distract me further.
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The atmosphere in the prison area was as grim and suffocating as always.
This place was vast, with countless cells built to house criminals of every sort.
It wasn't just a place to lock them up-it was where they were broken.
Tortures here were not just a punishment but a reminder of what awaited anyone who dared to oppose me.
As Taehyung and I entered the underground cell, the faint sound of groaning echoed through the dim corridors.
My lips curled into a smirk.
The soldiers must have done their job well.
Their screams were music to my ears-evidence that fear was alive in the hearts of those who dared to cross me.
The cell itself was poorly lit, with only a few flickering lamps providing light.
Shadows danced on the damp stone walls, making the atmosphere even more oppressive.
I could see the two men sitting on a cold rock, their heads hanging low, their bodies battered and bruised.
Their hands and legs were tied tightly with ropes, leaving them no room to even shift uncomfortably.
The two soldiers stationed inside straightened as soon as they noticed my presence.
Without hesitation, they bowed deeply and quickly brought a chair for me, placing it a few feet away from the prisoners.
I sat down, my posture relaxed yet commanding, as I stared at the two men. My gaze bore into them, observing their trembling forms.
They were pathetic, a sight that should have made me indifferent. But seeing them made my blood boil.
My voice cut through the silence, sharp and cold.
"Still have the audacity to keep that foul mouth shut!?"
I asked, my tone laced with anger and menace. The men flinched, their fear evident in the way they avoided my eyes.
I scoffed internally.
These were mere pawns, puppets dancing on someone else's orders.
They didn't deserve mercy, nor did they deserve time. Yet, here they were, wasting both.
"It's a waste keeping you both alive,"
I said, my voice steady, each word dripping with cold venom. I leaned forward slightly, my glare intensifying.
"You had your time. Now it's my turn to show you how things work in my world."
The two men finally looked up at me, their faces pale with terror.
Their eyes darted nervously around the room, but there was no escape.
They were trapped in a cage with a predator, and they knew it.
My anger bubbled beneath the surface, threatening to overflow.
The incident with Inaya replayed in my mind like a haunting memory.
Her cries, her trembling body, and her tear-streaked face flashed before my eyes.
I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to reign in my emotions.
The mere thought of her suffering at the hands of these men-or anyone connected to them-was enough to fuel my rage.
I took a deep breath, my jaw tightening as I stared them down.
My eyes darkened with fury.
They needed to speak, and they needed to speak now.
Because if they didn't, I was more than ready to make them.
The air in the cell turned heavy, suffocating even, as my voice echoed off the stone walls.
"Will you speak,"
I growled, my tone dark and menacing,
"or should I start my real game? Already warning you-it won't be easy to bear my torture... especially when it's fueled by my personal anger."
My last words were whispered, low and venomous, but loud enough for the two men to hear clearly.
They flinched, their trembling intensifying, but not a single word escaped their lips.
The silence that followed was deafening.
"Enough."
I straightened up, my patience snapped.
"Let me start my real fun. It's been days since I've tortured someone."
My smirk was cold as I turned to the soldiers.
"Bring my special tools."
The soldiers exchanged nervous glances, their faces pale as they scrambled to obey.
Even Taehyung, who had seen my wrath countless times, stiffened at my words.
They all knew what it meant when I called for my special tools-it was a level of torment no man could endure without breaking.
My anger wasn't just dangerous; it was merciless.
The soldiers returned, carrying a large, heavy box.
I took it, placing it down with a deliberate slowness.
The clang of the latches as I opened it filled the room, causing the men in front of me to shake violently.
Inside were tools crafted for one purpose only: to inflict pain.
Their eyes widened in sheer horror as they took in the contents of the box. I smirked coldly.
"I haven't even started,"
I said in a low, sinister voice, enjoying the fear etched on their faces.
"Lock the door,"
I ordered, my voice sharp. The soldiers obeyed wordlessly, sealing us inside.
With a nod, I signaled the soldiers to untie the ropes binding the men.
The moment their restraints loosened, the two fell to their knees, their voices breaking as they begged for mercy.
"Please, no! Spare us! We'll talk!"
one cried out, his voice desperate.
"Mercy! We'll tell you everything!"
the other added, tears streaming down his face.
But their pleas only fed the fire burning inside me.
I crouched to their level, my voice steady but dripping with venom.
"I gave you a chance to talk. You lost it. Don't beg now. This is what you both brought upon yourselves."
Their cries grew louder as I stood, my anger simmering.
"You two have so much audacity... First, murdering a man, and then..."
My voice cracked with fury as the memory of her tear-streaked face flashed before me.
"Then trying to take advantage of a woman!"
My voice rose with each word, echoing off the stone walls, the image of Inaya's trembling form fueling my rage.
My fist clenched, my nails digging into my palm as the thought of their actions replayed in my mind.
"I won't grant you an easy death,"
I said, my tone low and cruel.
"No, that would be too kind. You'll suffer first. Slowly, painfully, I'll break you piece by piece. And then, I'll kill you mercilessly."
The vivid description of their impending torment was enough to send them into full-blown panic, their regrets spilling out through broken sobs.
But it was too late for regret now. They had chosen their path, and I was more than ready to make them pay for every step.
The tension in the cell was suffocating.
As I stood there, breathing heavily, the memories of Inaya's trembling form and tear-streaked face ignited a storm within me.
Without a second thought, I grabbed the chair I had been sitting on and smashed it to pieces against the stone floor.
The loud crack echoed in the room, making everyone flinch.
From the shattered remains, I picked up a splintered wooden piece, its jagged edge adorned with a rusted nail.
My eyes darted to the two men who cowered in the corner, their eyes wide with terror.
Without wasting a second, I stormed toward them and swung the wooden piece with unrelenting force.
Their screams pierced the air as the nail bit into their flesh, tearing through skin and muscle with every blow.
Blood dripped from the nail as I pulled it back again and again, the red staining the dark wood and the stone floor beneath us.
The sound of their cries filled the room, blending with the sickening thuds of the makeshift weapon against their bodies.
My soldiers stood frozen, unable to intervene, as I unleashed ten minutes of unrelenting brutality.
When I finally stopped, the two men lay crumpled on the ground, their bodies trembling and bleeding, gasping for air.
I stared at them, my chest heaving with anger that refused to subside.
The wooden piece slipped from my grip, clattering against the wall, its bloodstained nail reflecting the flickering light of the lamps.
"You both like to kill brutally, don't you?"
I snarled, my voice low and venomous.
"Let me teach you what brutality truly means."
I grabbed a metal rod from the box and approached them again.
They scrambled to back away, but there was nowhere for them to run.
Without hesitation, I began beating their legs, the sound of the rod striking bone reverberating through the room.
Their screams grew louder, their pleas for mercy drowned out by my fury.
"You think you're good at being brutal?"
I spat, delivering another blow.
"You forgot who I am. I'm the king of brutality! I will haunt you mercilessly!",
I stepped back for a moment, watching as their bodies writhed in pain on the cold floor, their cries fading into hoarse groans.
My gaze fell on the box, and I reached for the cutting pliers inside.
The sharp glint of the tool caught their attention, and they immediately began shaking their heads in terror, their eyes widening with horror.
I knelt in front of them, holding the pliers up.
"Who slapped her?"
I demanded, my voice cold and sharp.
The two men exchanged terrified glances but remained silent, their trembling worsening.
"If you don't speak now,"
I growled,
"I'll punish both of you equally. Do you know what that punishment will be? I'll cut your fingers-one by one-not one, not two, not three, but all ten of them!"
As the words left my mouth, the second man broke down, screaming in fear.
"It was him! He did it! Please, have mercy on me! I didn't do it! Let me go, I beg you!"
I smirked, crouching lower to meet his panicked eyes.
"You're not even loyal to each other,"
I said, my voice dripping with disdain.
"Bastards."
Standing up, I turned my gaze toward the soldiers.
They froze, shivering under my cold stare.
"Hold the first man!"
I barked, my tone sharp and commanding.
The soldiers hurried to obey, grabbing the man as he cried and struggled, his desperate pleas echoing through the cell.
He fell to his knees, clinging to my legs, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Please, don't do this! Have mercy! I beg you!"
But his cries fell on deaf ears.
My expression remained stoic, my heart untouched by their pitiful display.
"Mercy?"
I hissed, pulling my leg free from his grasp.
"You showed none, so why should I?"
The soldiers obeyed my command without hesitation, dragging the first man to the jagged rock in the corner of the cell.
They forced his body against it, his cheek scraping against the uneven surface as he whimpered in pain.
His hand was extended before him, trembling violently as if anticipating the punishment it would soon endure.
I bent down, leveling my gaze with his.
Grabbing his quivering hand, I brought the cutting pliers closer, watching as panic overtook his face.
He squirmed under my grasp, his voice trembling as he begged for mercy.
"You should have thought before laying a hand on her,"
I hissed, my voice cold and unyielding.
"Now bear the consequences, bastard."
Without waiting for another word, I pressed the pliers against his thumb, the sharp blades digging into his flesh.
The first cut tore through his skin, and blood poured out instantly, staining the rock beneath him.
The man screamed in terror and agony, his voice echoing off the stone walls, filling the air with a haunting cry that only fueled my resolve.
As the blade finally severed his thumb, it fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
He howled in pain, his body writhing as he attempted to escape the soldiers' hold, but there was no escape from my wrath.
I stepped back momentarily, watching him flail helplessly, tears streaming down his face, his cries begging for the torment to stop.
"Thinking you could force yourself on someone and get away with it?"
I sneered, my voice laced with venom.
"You thought you were strong? Look at you now-pathetic, broken. This is what scum like you deserve."
I turned back to him, gripping his hand once more as he wailed, pleading incoherently.
But his pleas were nothing to me-empty words from a coward.
I continued my work, cutting into him again and again, each scream louder than the last.
The metallic scent of blood filled the air, mixing with the man's cries of pain and the deathly silence of the onlookers.
The soldiers stood frozen, their faces pale, unable to meet my gaze.
Even Taehyung, who had witnessed countless punishments under my command, looked unnerved, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.
Their fear was evident, but none dared to interrupt.
They knew this wasn't just punishment-it was my fury, my rage taking its full form.
The second man was backed into a corner, his body pressed tightly against the damp wall.
His eyes were wide with terror, his breathing erratic as he watched the gruesome scene unfold before him.
He sat on the ground, trembling so violently that even the smallest sound seemed to make him flinch.
His cowardice was evident in the way his lips quivered, unable to form coherent words.
I turned to glance at him, smirking as I caught the sheer panic written across his face.
"What's the matter?"
I taunted, holding the bloodied pliers up for him to see.
"Are you scared now? Good. You should be."
His fear amused me.
The power I held over them in this moment was absolute, and they knew it. They could see the monster I had become, and I relished the terror in their eyes.
As I dropped the bloodied pliers, the first man collapsed onto the ground, writhing and crying hysterically.
His trembling hands-now void of any fingers-told a story of unrelenting pain.
Blood pooled around him, staining the stone floor, his cries echoing through the cold, dark cell.
I stepped back, wiping my hands with a cloth handed to me by one of the soldiers.
His cries were deafening, but I barely flinched. Instead, I smirked coldly, looking down at him as he rolled on the ground in utter agony.
"I warned you, didn't I?"
I growled, my voice low and menacing.
"I told you I would show you what true brutality is-what it feels like to beg for death, only to have it denied."
My eyes scanned the cell, taking in the fear etched on the faces of everyone present.
Soldiers averted their gazes, Taehyung's jaw was tight, and the second man was trembling so violently against the wall it looked like he might faint.
I turned my attention to him, the smirk on my lips deepening.
His eyes darted frantically around the room, searching for an escape that didn't exist.
He clutched himself tightly against the wall, as if it would swallow him whole and shield him from the nightmare unfolding before him.
"Now,"
I said, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him,
"it's your turn, bastard."
The second man immediately fell to his knees, his hands pressed together in a plea.
"Please! Please, no! I didn't do anything! Have mercy!"
he cried, his voice cracked with desperation.
I stopped in front of him, towering over his shaking form, and tilted my head mockingly.
"Mercy?"
I repeated, my tone mocking.
"Mercy is something you should've considered before trying to destroy her life."
I knelt down, staring him straight in the eyes. He flinched, his breath hitching as I grinned coldly.
"Now,"
I said darkly,
"what should I do with you? Let's see..."
I straightened up and walked back to the toolbox, opening it slowly.
The sound of the lid creaking made the man sob harder, his fear radiating off him in waves.
My fingers grazed over the various tools until I found what I was looking for.
A knife.
I lifted it from the box, its sharp blade gleaming under the dim light of the cell.
Turning back to the man, I saw his eyes widen in horror, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps.
Even Taehyung and the soldiers exchanged confused glances, uncertain of what I planned to do next.
"You must be wondering,"
I said with a dark chuckle, holding the knife up for him to see,
"what I'm going to do with this. Stab you, perhaps?"
I stepped closer, crouching to his level again.
"No, no, no. That would be too easy. Too kind."
I stood up, my voice turning cold as steel.
"Bring me some spices,"
I commanded the soldiers. They hesitated for a brief moment, glancing at one another, before quickly running off to fulfill my order.
The man began struggling, crawling backward in a futile attempt to escape.
"Please! Don't! I'll talk! I'll say everything!"
he shouted, but his pleas only brought a cruel smile to my lips.
When the soldiers returned, they handed me the small sack of spices, their faces pale with fear.
I placed it on the ground and turned back to the man.
"Hold him down and strip off his upper clothing,"
I ordered.
The man thrashed and screamed as the soldiers grabbed him, pinning him to the cold floor and tearing away his shirt.
His cries filled the air, his terror palpable.
I approached slowly, the knife in my hand glinting ominously.
I crouched again, bringing the blade to his skin and grazing it lightly.
Thin, shallow cuts began to form, blood seeping from the fresh wounds.
the blade to his skin and grazing it lightly. Thin, shallow cuts began to form, blood seeping from the fresh wounds.
"You'll regret every single thing you've done,"
I whispered harshly, leaning close to his ear.
He whimpered, his tears streaming down his face, as I straightened up and spoke again.
"Do you know what I'm going to do? First, I'll peel off your skin-slowly, so you feel every second of it. And then..."
I gestured toward the spices.
"I'll coat your wounds with these. A new kind of pain, wouldn't you agree?"
His screams turned into incoherent cries, his entire body trembling under the soldiers' firm hold.
I could feel the tension in the air, the raw fear radiating from him and everyone else in the room.
I smirked coldly, gripping the knife tightly.
"Let's begin, shall we?"
I stood there, my breaths steady despite the chaos around me.
The metallic scent of blood filled the air, mixing with the sharp tang of spices.
The first man, trembling in unbearable pain, had given up even trying to scream, while the second lay on the ground, clutching his wounds and whimpering like a broken animal.
Their suffering was written all over their faces, but to me, it wasn't enough-not yet.
"You thought you could get away with it,"
I muttered, my voice sharp like the blade in my hand.
"But I'll make sure you understand the price of your actions."
As I spoke, the soldiers returned, their faces pale and their eyes filled with fear.
They nodded, indicating that my orders had been carried out.
"The pool is ready, master,"
one of them said quietly, his voice trembling.
"Good,"
I replied, cold and unrelenting.
My gaze shifted back to the two men lying on the ground, barely conscious.
"Take them both to the site. I want them to feel the full extent of my wrath."
The soldiers hesitated for a brief moment, their fear evident in their hesitant steps, but a single glare from me sent them scrambling to obey.
They grabbed the two men, dragging their weakened and bloodied bodies out of the cell.
The sound of their groans and whimpers echoed down the stone corridors as they were hauled away.
I followed behind, my footsteps echoing with purpose.
Taehyung walked silently beside me, his face devoid of emotion but his unease unmistakable.
He had seen my rage before, but this-this was a new level of brutality, even for me.
We reached the area outside where the preparations had been made.
The hot water pool steamed ominously, the heat radiating from it almost unbearable.
Beside it, the ground had been dug and a roaring fire burned within, its flames licking hungrily at the edges of the pit.
The air was thick with heat and the acrid smell of burning wood.
The soldiers threw the men onto the ground near the fire.
Their bodies landed with sickening thuds, and they groaned in pain, their energy drained.
I stepped forward, standing over them with an unyielding glare.
"Look at this,"
I said, gesturing to the pool and the pit.
"This is your next destination. Hell brought to earth, just for you."
The men cried out, their voices weak but desperate.
"Please... no more... mercy... please..."
I crouched down, grabbing one of them by the hair and forcing him to look at me.
"Did you show mercy to her when she begged? Did you even hesitate before laying your filthy hands on her?"
I hissed, my voice low and venomous.
His tears streamed down his face as he shook his head violently.
"I... I was wrong! Please forgive me!"
"Forgive?"
I laughed darkly, letting go of his hair and rising to my full height.
"I am not someone who forgives. I am someone who punishes."
I turned to the soldiers, my expression hard.
"Throw them in."
The men screamed, their cries piercing the night as the soldiers obeyed.
One by one, they were dragged toward their respective punishments.
The first man was thrown into the steaming pool, his screams intensifying as the scalding water consumed him.
The second was held above the fire pit, the heat scorching his skin even before he touched the flames.
Their agony was a symphony of justice to my ears.
"Let them know,"
I said quietly, my tone devoid of any remorse.
"Let them feel every second of their wretched existence."
Taehyung stood silently by my side, his jaw tight as he witnessed the scene.
I didn't bother looking at him-I didn't care what he thought.
This was my world. My rules.
And in my world, justice was always delivered, no matter how brutal.
I stood there, towering over the lifeless bodies of the two men who had dared to commit such atrocities.
Their screams had faded into the suffocating silence of death, leaving behind only the evidence of my wrath.
I smirked, my expression cold and merciless, as I looked at the pitiful scene before me.
"You both will think twice before touching a woman..."
I said, my voice laced with sarcasm as I turned on my heel. Then I chuckled darkly, adding,
"Oh, my mistake-you're not alive to think now."
The soldiers around me froze, not daring to meet my gaze, their fear palpable.
My reputation as the head general wasn't just for my strategic brilliance; it was my cold heart and unrelenting wrath that made me feared and respected in equal measure.
"Clean the mess,"
I ordered curtly, my tone sharp enough to make everyone in the vicinity scramble into action.
Without sparing another glance at the carnage, I walked away, my boots echoing against the stone floor.
Taehyung followed closely behind me, silent as a shadow.
He didn't utter a word, but I could sense the unease radiating from him.
We made our way straight to the barracks, the cool night air doing little to temper the storm inside me.
My mind replayed the screams and the blood, but I felt no guilt.
This was justice-brutal, yes, but necessary.
People like them deserved no mercy.
This is what a true punishment should look like.
Let it serve as a warning to anyone who dares to take advantage of a woman.
They will face the full extent of my wrath, and they will know why I am the head general of the military.
Not just for my strategic mind, but for my merciless heart.
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Spoiler of chapter 09!
She hugged me tightly, burying her face in my chest. I could feel her uncontrollable tears soaking a small portion of my clothes.
"Please don't leave me," her soft voice rang in my ears.
Hesitantly, I slowly hugged her back, gently rubbing her back to calm her down.
"Shh, don't worry. I won't leave you... Butterfly."
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