In the dead of night, the entire castle was wrapped in utter silence.
Five or six men, wearing armor beneath and black clothes over it, each holding sharp weapons, crept quietly toward Jason's room.
"Ah—!"
At that moment, a half-asleep Mati happened to come out to use the toilet. By sheer accident, he saw the black-clad figures at Jason's door, the deadly weapons in their hands glinting coldly under the moonlight.
He immediately shuddered awake, his drowsiness gone in an instant. Moving on tiptoe, he sneaked into Kaladi's room, fumbling in the darkness as he tried to wake him.
Kaladi, who had already upgraded to B-rank and gained the ability to sense hostile anger, woke up the moment Mati reached the side of his bed.
"What—"
"Shh! Don't make a sound, it's me." Mati quickly covered Kaladi's mouth and whispered softly.
"Mati, what are you doing here?" Kaladi asked cautiously, his other hand quietly reaching for his sword.
After all, he still didn't fully trust Mati and maintained a certain level of vigilance toward him.
"I got up to pee and suddenly saw a group of people carrying weapons heading toward the Young Lord's room. I was afraid I couldn't handle them alone, so I came to get you to help."
"Then what are you still standing around for? Let's go! If anything happens to the Young Lord, we're finished!"
As he spoke, Kaladi sprang straight out of bed, threw on his clothes without bothering to straighten them, grabbed his sword, and rushed out.
Mati followed close behind.
The group of black-clad men was gathered outside Jason's door, discussing how to open it.
They knew that the castle doors were locked from the inside using a wooden bar—placed across the door and hooked onto the wall beside it.
They pulled out all kinds of tools and tried to open the door, but after several attempts, they still couldn't touch the wooden bolt, which made them anxious.
Nord whispered irritably to his subordinates, "Weren't you doing great when you practiced earlier? Why can't you open it now, no matter what?"
"Reporting to my lord, I'm confused too. It should be right here… but for some reason, it's not," the subordinate who had been trying for a long time replied to Nord.
At that moment, a somewhat slow-looking young man walked over and said to Nord, "Could it be… that the door just isn't locked?"
Smack!
Annoyed, Nord backhanded the dull-looking subordinate across the face. "You brain-dead idiot, get lost! Do you think we're that stupid? If the door could be opened just by pushing it, then why would we—"
Creak!
As Nord gestured at the door, he accidentally pushed it—and the door actually opened.
Nord's mouth fell wide open in shock as he stared at his men. "Th-this… how is that possible?"
The dull-looking subordinate gazed at Nord with pitiful eyes, rubbing his already swollen cheek nonstop.
Feeling extremely awkward, Nord avoided his gaze and led the group straight into the room.
At this time, Jason was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly, immersed in a beautiful dream of his wedding night with his ex-wife. Drool had even soaked into his pillow.
Nord tiptoed to the bedside, staring viciously at Jason as he muttered, "Sorry, kid. You can only blame your bad luck!"
As he spoke, Nord drew his sword.
Just then, Jason suddenly rolled over, hugging the pillow to his chest, mumbling in his sleep, "Yixuan… why did you betray me? Was I not good to you? Why did you leave me? Why hurt me like this…"
Jason's sudden movement startled Nord and the others badly. One by one, they nervously drew their weapons and aimed them at him.
After Jason finished his sleep-talking and showed no further movement, Nord finally let out a sigh of relief and whispered, "Damn it, you scared the hell out of me. I thought this guy had woken up. Go die!"
As he spoke, Nord raised his sword high.
But just as he was about to strike, he quickly calculated in his mind—if this blow went down and the King of the South, Daon, found out, he would most likely be executed.
To be safe, Nord handed the sword to the subordinate beside him. "Here! I'll give this chance to earn merit to you!"
"Huh? Give it to me? Why?" the subordinate asked, completely baffled.
"Stop dragging your feet! What if someone discovers us? Hurry up and do it!"
The dull-looking soldier interrupted Nord before he could continue.
Annoyed, Nord pulled the dull-looking kid over, snatched the sword back from the other subordinate, and said, "Fine, fine! You do it, alright? You do it."
"Alright." The dull-looking kid grinned at Nord. He had never held such a finely crafted sword before—this was a perfect chance to satisfy his curiosity.
The moment the dull-looking kid gripped the sword—
Crash!
With a loud sound, Kaladi smashed in through the window, shards of glass flying everywhere, his body wrapped in yellow armored anger.
Sensing danger, Nord roared at the dull-looking kid, "Hurry up and kill Jason Daon!"
Faced with Kaladi's sudden entrance, the kid trembled in fear. Clang! The sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
Nord was furious beyond measure. He immediately picked up the sword, released his blue armored anger, and slashed toward Jason.
By now, Jason had already been startled awake. He rolled over, tumbled off the bed, and scrambled in a sorry state to Kaladi's side.
His bed had been cleanly split into two by Nord's sword.
Jason let out a long breath and unconsciously hugged the pillow in his hands, saying in horror, "Damn! I almost got killed in my sleep. Is this for real? This is way too intense!"
Kaladi glanced at Jason and asked to confirm, "Young Lord, are you alright?"
Jason looked at Kaladi, then awkwardly tossed the pillow aside.
After steadying himself, he said, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Good thing you came in time and woke me up. Otherwise, I might've ended up just like that bed—split straight in half."
Seeing his prize slip away just like that, Nord stomped his foot in rage, gritting his teeth. "Damn it! Brothers, fight them to the death!"
Nord knew there was no way back now. With the advantage in numbers, he gripped his sword and charged straight at Jason and Kaladi.
Kaladi drew his sword, releasing a powerful golden armored anger, and shouted at Nord and the others, "Come at me if you dare! Young Lord, your right hand hasn't healed yet—you can't exert strength. Leave this to me. You go first!"
Hearing Kaladi's impassioned speech, Jason felt absolutely no sense of immersion.
After all, he had seen this kind of over-the-top, melodramatic scene far too many times on TV—and it was exactly the kind of thing he complained about the most.
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