Chapter 470 The Ruthless Order

Chapter 470 The Ruthless Order

It was one of the offenses of the highest order to address the Winter Dragon King by her name. In fact, since nobody would dare to call her by her name, only very few knew her true name like him, who were part of the royal family.

But then he remembered her calling the deity as her 'Master'. Still, it only made him ask how it was possible.

Nulai felt her heart ache, thinking that she let down her Master by disappointing him even though his voice carried no such emotion.

Her nails dug into the icy ground as she looked up with a determined expression, "I know I have disappointed you, Master. But please...let me set things right starting with taking his life," Nulai's voice only became even colder as she mentioned Mevron.

"Y-Your Majesty..." Mevron felt as if his entire world was crashing down upon hearing his exalted goddess talking about taking his life without even the slightest hesitation.

It was as if she was talking about killing someone with whom she had no attachments at all. How could she do this? He had persevered and done everything since he was a kid to show her how perfect he was.

How could she not recognize all that?

No...maybe she was afraid the Spirit Guardian would wipe out their race, but there was no trace of fear in her eyes. All he could see was respect and reverence towards him that seeped right down to her bones.

However, Nulai wasn't finished, "And after I have done everything I can to make things right, I will offer my life and beseech you not to punish my people for my wrongdoings."

"W-What..." Mevron was panting, and by now, the pain his body was enduring was sidelined in his mind as he was baffled by hearing her words.

She was even prepared to offer her life too? Why was she going so far? A goddess like her shouldn't treat her life as if it was nothing. Mevron had a lot to say, but no words were coming out of his mouth.

Mevron was hoping that his king was saying all this just to appease the deity. But after taking a good look at her eyes and her expression, it seemed as if she was dead serious...serious enough to end her life on the spot if the deity asked for it.

This only increased his admiration towards her even more despite hearing her offering to kill him.

She is indeed a true king...ready to offer her life for her people...Mevron thought in awe and worship.

But still, he was heartbroken about the fact that she said nothing to spare his life. Didn't he steal the fruit for her in the first place? To make her proud? How could she not realize that?

"Rise," The Spirit Guardian said as he took a step closer to her.

Nulai took a deep breath as she stood up, her back still bent in a respectful way.

"His life will not end in your hands," The Spirit Guardian said, making Mevron feel like maybe fate was not that cruel.

But Mevron gulped when he saw the Spirit Guardian taking out a blade...the Blade of Hatred, to be precise!

How did he get his hands on that? He cannot possibly be thinking about...

The Spirit Guardian handed over the Blade of Hatred to Nulai and said in his deep voice, "Stab this into his chest after I leave. Even if his screams will keep everyone awake, you are not allowed to end his life. You will do everything to keep him alive...barely."

"No...no...this cannot be..." Mevron felt his head spinning upon hearing such a cold and brutal order. This was beyond cruelty. This was an order to make his life a living hell!

"As you wish, Master," Nulai said without a ripple in her eyes as she received the Blade of Hatred with a deep bow.

These words were the final nail to the coffin that shattered the remaining bits and pieces of Mevron's heart.

"No...no...My king...How could you..." Mevron was already crying before he realized it, though nobody was paying attention to him. It was as if they had already considered him dead.

However, the Spirit Guardian's order wasn't completed yet, "Right before he can die from age, you have my permission to let his father put him out of his misery."

As the Spirit Guardian said this, he briefly looked at the space dozens of miles behind Nulai. Any common person would wonder what the Spirit Guardian glanced at since nothing was there but empty icy plains being assaulted by the blizzard.

However, only Nulai knew that Mevron's father was hiding in plain sight by using the blizzard to camouflage himself.

Vadric's entire body was shivering, and when the Spirit Guardian looked at him, he immediately kowtowed.

Before, he had to leave to make his son return the fruit, but shortly after he left, he got a message from his king to come back.

And when he came back, he was horrified to see his son being put on a large icy cross by the mythical Spirit Guardian. He wanted to save his beloved son, but even if the Spirit Guardian wasn't spreading his aura, Vadric found himself unable to take one step closer.

All he could do was helplessly watch and make sure he didn't do anything foolish that might endanger his race. He could only leave it up to his king.

It broke his heart to hear the cold-blooded order passed by the Spirit Guardian, especially the part where he ordered him to deal the killing blow to his son. But then he realized that this was the Spirit Guardian's way of punishing him...to make him feel the pain of taking his son's life so that he would raise his next son or daughter in the right way so that they wouldn't end up like Mevron.

And he deduced that the Spirit Guardian wanted his king to stab Mevron with the Blade of Hatred and keep him alive so that Mevron himself would be a constant reminder to her of her mistakes. With this, from now on, the Winter Dragon King would pay close attention to each and every single one of her subjects, no matter how insignificant their actions might appear. She would never dare to let someone do something grave like Mevron.

After ordering his disciple on what to do, the Spirit Guardian turned around to leave without saying anything more.

"Master, please...Don't go yet. This disciple wants to ask something," Nulai said with her hand on her chest.