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Once Freya was secured, Sophie didn’t speak a single word to her. Not even a glance. She simply took Lulu’s hand, walked toward Rafael, and stood beside him.
Rafael adjusted her clothes with a gentle, almost imperceptible smile, his eyes filled with affection that he couldn’t hide.
Freya’s bloodshot eyes burned with jealousy as she watched them. Sophie had an official status and a husband who loved her-everything Freya desperately wanted but could never have. Why did Sophie deserve it all?
As the convoy began to move, Freya still couldn’t spot Blake among the crowd. Her angry, frantic screams turned into pitiful sobs, echoing like a wailing ghost in the wind.
After the Westhaven envoys left the capital, Salvador swiftly dealt out punishments to Dominic and Blake.
Dominic’s military leadership had been lax, but given his years of hard service defending Victory Pass and the fact that he had been on the brink of death when Blake and Freya headed to Fawnrun City, Salvador showed him some mercy. He allowed Dominic to retire from his post and return to Victory Pass to live out his remaining years in peace. Another edict followed, transferring command of Victory Pass to Wyatt, with Wallace as his deputy. Since the border issue had not yet been resolved, Victory Pass could not be left without the Sullivan family’s involvement.
With that, Dominic finally emerged from Sullivan Estate and entered the palace to express his gratitude.
His family was still stationed at Victory Pass, and after his retirement, he would return there, though he would no longer be in charge. His accomplishments, despite their weight, would not earn him a noble title, but he held no regrets. He had never sought such things. Blake also faced punishment, though his role in providing useful information during the Westhaven negotiations earned him some leniency. He was demoted to deputy commander of the Nightsteel Guard and would have his salary docked for three years. In turn, lan was promoted to the position of commander. With that, lan became the commander of both of Salvador’s personal guard divisions. Showing exceptional clemency, Salvador allowed Rafael and his household to privately deal with the two Westhaven spies. Rafael returned to consult Sophie, asking whether she wished to handle the matter herself or leave it to the Ministry of Justice.
Sophie called for Lulu and asked for her opinion. Freya was the culprit who caused the massacre of the Devin family, but it was the Westhaven spies who had carried out the slaughter.
Lulu had never taken a life before. She knelt before Rafael and Sophie, her teeth clenched in fury. “I want to watch them die with my own eyes, as a tribute to the spirits of the Devin family.”
A sharp pain shot through Sophie’s chest, and her eyes burned with unshed tears.
“Alright,” she said quietly. “I’ll take you there.”
Sophie had once hesitated and was unwilling to personally kill them. She had no desire to even look at them-just the sight of them reminded her of the horrors she had seen when she returned home that day. She had been mad with grief to find her entire family reduced to mutilated corpses.
But she hadn’t had time to kill a single spy back then. Now, the two remaining ones, hiding from place to place, had fallen into Winona’s hands. It seemed fate had led them to this moment. And so, with Lulu by her side, Sophie would take her revenge.
After dinner, the sky had fully darkened. As the lights of Hell
Monarch Estate flickered on one by one, Sophie took the sharp dagger Winona handed her, grasped Lulu’s hand, and stepped out the door.
Rafael and Violet accompanied them. He rode on horseback, while the three women sat in a carriage, driven by Travis, who had remarked that he would naturally be coming along as well.
In fact, Kyle and Winona also wanted to follow them, but Everett stopped them. He told them that it was better to let Sophie’s husband and close friends accompany her. Those from her guild only needed to go when she truly needed them.
Feel.ne
During this trip to the capital, Everett had seen how maturely the couple handled matters, and his heart had finally settled. He could now let go knowing they were capable of navigating life on their own. He could return and reassure Adrian, telling him there was no need to worry endlessly anymore? The troublemaker had changed.
Patrick waited personally at the Ministry of Justice. He knew that someone from Hell Monarch Estate would come for the two spies, and he needed to oversee the handover himself.
But Blake had inexplicably refused to leave, even though Salvador had pardoned him. He insisted on staying until the next day.
What was that about? Did he think tomorrow was a favorable day? Was he hoping that being released the following day would lead to a smooth career?
When the group arrived, Patrick immediately instructed someone to bring up the two spies. Then, he personally went out to meet them.
“Greetings, Your Highness, Commander Devin. You’ve come so late. I thought you would be arriving tomorrow instead.”
“Greetings, Mr. Lloyd!” said Sophie and Violet, along with Travis.
Patrick had addressed Sophie by her title. As a guard unit’s commander, Sophie’s rank was lower than Patrick’s rank of second-rank official, so she had to return the gesture. Patrick nodded, then gestured for them to enter.
His expression grew serious as he said, “Please sit for a moment. They’ll be up shortly.”
The group followed Patrick inside, with Sophie holding Lulu’s hand the entire way.
The two Westhaven spies were brought in, their clothes torn and bloodstained. Their faces were so swollen that it was impossible to distinguish their features, as though they had been slapped dozens of times. Forced to kneel on the ground, they were struggling to stay upright, their bodies nearly falling forward. Lulu’s eyes were red, filled with searing rage. Like Sophie, she had never once forgotten the terrible tragedy of the massacre at Northwatch Estate. Now that the larger situation had been settled, she could finally take revenge for her family and for Melanie.
The pain and fury in her heart surged forth like a tidal wave. She wanted to rush up and beat them senseless, but she couldn’t afford to lose her composure in front of Patrick or embarrass Rafael and Sophie.
“When these two spies were brought to the Ministry of Justice, they still had defiant looks on their faces, as if they were ready to die. I didn’t order them to be tortured, but some individuals, driven by personal emotions, slapped them a few times. As for the injuries on their bodies, they were already like this when they arrived,” Patrick explained.
Rafael had heard from Winona that after they were captured, the men were pummeled before being brought back. He nodded in acknowledgment of Patrick’s words, then instructed Travis to take the spies to the Devin family’s cemetery.
The dim glow of the lanterns barely illuminated the road ahead. Travis tied the spies to the front of the carriage. As he drove the horses, the memory of the Devin family’s slaughter made him lash out with the horse whip and strike them. When they reached the Devin family cemetery, Travis untied the men and kicked them to the ground.
Lulu charged forward, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks. Her hands swung wildly, landing slap after slap across their faces. However, the fury and pain in her chest remained unsatisfied. No one stopped her. They allowed her to vent her anger, though it pained them to see the usually sweet and innocent Lulu become so unrecognizable in her wrath.
The two spies were beaten to the ground, blood spilling from their mouths. Their already swollen faces now had blood seeping from the wounds, turning them into grotesque masks of agony.
One of the spies pushed himself up with his hands on the ground and roared, “You think only the lives of your people are worth something? What about the lives of Westhaven’s people? Why do you have the right to slaughter our citizens without restraint? Why?” The other man was coughing up blood, and he struggled to spit out a few words, “Any true Westhaven man will stand against you ruthless Starhaven beasts!”
Travis kicked him hard. “Then, go seek revenge from Freya, the one who slaughtered your people, if you’re so brave! Why don’t you? Is slaughtering the weak and elderly your idea of proving the bravery of Westhaven men?!”
Violet snapped, “It wasn’t even General Sullivan’s order. You call yourselves spies, but you didn’t even bother to check your facts before you started killing innocent people. You’re the real ruthless beasts here.”
The injured man lifted his head, his eyes still burning with fury. “Even if it was a mistake, you’re still not innocent! Killing someone is one thing, but the way you humiliated His Highness was unforgivable! You stripped him of his dignity and castrated him! Even if it resulted in our deaths, we needed to avenge him!”
Travis cracked his whip, his fury unleashing as he lashed them again. “The one truly avenging your prince is Grand Princess Lisandra! She took Freya back to Westhaven to perform a ritual at the prince’s grave to honor his spirit. What have you done, except slaughter the weak and helpless? You call yourselves men of blood and honor? Ptui!”
The spy still persisted, adding, “They’re all guilty, all of you from Starhaven are nothing but wicked criminals…”
Sophie’s eyes suddenly turned cold. With a swift motion, she stepped forward and drove her knife into the man’s abdomen, then pulled it oute and immediately stabbed the other man. As blood splattered with the withdrawing of the blade, Travis quickly shielded her with his cloak to prevent the blood from staining her.
Sophie didn’t want to argue with them about right or wrong. She had no interest in listening to their endless bickering, or allowing their words to disturb the peace of her mother, sisters-in-law, or nephews’ spirits. She handed the knife to Lulu, asking, “Do you want to take their lives yourself?”
Lulu didn’t take the knife. Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head, hatred burning in her eyes.
“No. I don’t want them to die too quickly. I want to watch their blood drain away, slowly, bit by bit.”
Violet had originally thought of making a few more cuts on the bodies of the Westhaven spies. But when she heard Lulu’s words, she stopped herself. If they were stabbed more, their blood would flow too quickly and they would die too easily.
Sophie moved to the small shrine nearby. Lighting the candles, she knelt and prayed silently. Her throat tightened, and no words came. However, she knew that her parents, her brothers, and her sisters-in-law, all in the afterlife, could see this moment.
Rafael stepped forward and lit another candle. He knelt beside her, taking her hand in his.
His heart ached as he whispered softly. The killers have been punished. Mother and everyone else will surely find peace in the afterlife now.”
Sophie’s face was already streaked with tears.
Would they truly find peace?