Chapter 89: – The Lord Is With Us (10)

༺ The Lord Is With Us (10) ༻

The hatchet descended continuously, each strike accompanied by agonizing screams and a gory display of blood.

Delphine held back her screams as best as she could, clenching her teeth as her body convulsed, but the pain soon became unbearable.

“Guhhhh… AHHHHHHH!”

None of her limbs remained intact. The hatchet sliced through flesh, and tore through muscle fibers, revealing glimpses of pure white bone.

It was impossible to retaliate. Everything below her neck was in tatters, and if left untreated, even death by hemorrhage was a real possibility.

Waves of pain shot through her nervous system as if she was being continuously stabbed by a needle. After what seemed like an eternity, she didn’t even have the energy to scream. She could only gasp for breath while looking at Ian.

Despite her horrid state, the perpetrator still seemed indifferent.

There was nothing in his eyes. She would have rather preferred for him to enjoy her suffering, but his expression remained composed.

Delphine’s quivering pupils betrayed her terror. She felt as though she were a lamb waiting for her death at the slaughterhouse.

She wondered if butchers were just like the man in front of her — Mercilessly cutting through the bones and flesh of the animals only out of necessity rather than pleasure.

“K-kill me…….”

Her voice was hoarse from all the screaming.

Her once confident and domineering tone had all but vanished. Pitifully, she looked at Ian and pleaded, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.

‘Kill me.’

It was a request made with the last shred of her pride as a noble. It was a life-or-death battle with her honor on the line. As such, death was trivial.

She had been completely defeated as both a swordsman and a noble. As such, she wanted to rather die than let it be known that she had lost after forcing a duel under her family’s name.

Had Ian been more merciful, there would have been no further violence the moment Delphine admitted defeat. But as she had experienced, Ian was merciless.

He was bloodthirsty and ruthless. Still, that was his weakness as a swordsman.