Chapter 142: The Human Heart and the Eyes of a Dragon (6)

༺ Eyes of a Dragon and the Human Heart (6) ༻

“Eugh, kyaaaaaaaaak!”

A woman’s scream, accompanied by the spray of blood, echoed through the air.

The blood erupted, scattering indiscriminately, eager to etch its presence upon the world – on the ground, the clothes, and on her hair.

The princess, wide-eyed, cautiously brushed her cheek.

Blood stained her fingers, and for a moment, her grey eyes quivered intensely.

The one who had screamed wasn’t the princess but Irene, who, having fallen beside the princess, had briefly regained consciousness and had tried to ambush Ian.

Just as she was about to reach for her sword to defend her master, a hatchet lodged itself deep into Irene’s shoulder.

The hatchet’s throw carried a terrifying momentum, embedding itself almost halfway into Irene’s shoulder, reaching at least the bone marrow.

Even before this, Irene had endured a series of relentless shocks. No matter how resilient her willpower was, there was a limit to what she could endure.

Ultimately, with a scream akin to the throes of death, Irene crumpled.

Perhaps the deeply embedded hatchet had hit a nerve; Irene’s limp body spasmed faintly in convulsions.

Huff… huff…

The coarse breaths, escaping through her clenched teeth, conveyed her pain. She couldn’t even muster the strength to pull out the hatchet from her shoulder.

Irene’s body trembled and writhed.

It wasn’t voluntary but rather a reaction driven by excruciating pain and the primal instinct to survive. Her body convulsed, as if pleading for mercy.

It was a powerless and gruesome sight.

For the first time, a hint of fear filled Cien’s eyes.

The warmth and stench of the blood on her cheek nauseated her. Frantically, her gaze shifted to the man.

Ian didn’t even bother to look at Irene. It was as if he had heard such pitiable screams countless times before.