Chapter 9
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"What, are you thinking of running away? Back to where the filthy wench you call your mama was bred?"
A single drop of blood fell from the thin cut on Rayton's forehead. Blood that resembled his ruby-red eyes.
Sez would dare to bet everything that Bern will come to regret this day. Honestly, she'd kill him first if she were in Rayton's shoes. Bern, oblivious to what Rayton would do five years later, continued snarkily.
"You should take your mommy with you. How will you make a living without that tavern wench?"
They burst into laughter.
"You're making the right choice, Rayton. You won't get anything even if you stick around here."
'He will, though...'
A grim voice in Sez’s mind murmured.
'He'll get everything after killing you, me, and the emperor... no, not me. I'm not planning to die again.'
Her tiny brain started whirring. She had no time to pay attention to Bern spewing nonsense or Rayton biting his lips, blood now all over his face.
