I Became a Leader in a Wretched Prison - Chapter 207

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Chapter 207

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“…!!!”

“Kraaaaak!”

“Kyaak!”

The Nobles screamed as furniture flew past their eyes.

The massive Round Table had already been broken in various places and partially overturned long ago.

The Noble Council Chamber where the Empire’s major Nobles had gathered. This place, which had been like thin ice just moments before, had become complete chaos.

“Everyone look forward.”

When Helios said this, mint-colored Kia gathered in the direction he pointed.

Strangely, something like a mirror appeared. Beyond the mirror, some alley could be seen.

This was an application of the ‘Clairvoyance’ ability that could see far distances, and it wasn’t a rare Kia Ability.

However, the next moment. Until Marquis Limnades appeared in the mirror and met his death.

Everyone remained frozen, unable to do anything.

The Serial Killer’s identity had finally been revealed, but who could speak of it?

The benevolent Crown Prince, who had been revered as one who would become a sage ruler remembered throughout history in the next generation, was the Serial Killer!

His character that made even those who didn’t follow him secretly respect him.

Everything was bound to be shocking.

So even when Deflon slowly stood up, no one could do anything.

“How regrettable.”

He stabbed the nearest Noble with the dagger in his hand.

“Haaaaaaak, my arm, my arm! Aaaaak!”

If Helios hadn’t moved quickly, the man would have died.

Blood pooled on the ground.

“If I had been allowed to become Emperor like this, I would have played the role of a sage ruler.”

The Crown Prince no longer smiled. His expressionless face was as dry and lifeless as a doll.

“It’s unfortunate. I had intended to enjoy my hobby only as a recreational activity.”

Those watching felt chills run down their spines at the alien feeling.

Deflon had a bitter taste in his mouth.

Even when his clone appeared in the mirror, he had watched quite interestedly.

Because he had been confident he would never be caught.

However, his expectations were spectacularly thwarted by that bug-like Marquis’s final trick.

The reason he didn’t kill Pontos and instead called back his clone was purely for one reason.

If he hadn’t called it back, he would have suffered fatal injuries. From none other than that Duke Alpeion.

Annoyed, he had slashed one Noble as an example. Yet he still felt displeased.

It had been a hobby he had enjoyed for so long.

Deflon gazed indifferently at those who looked at him like a monster.

His blueprint had already been ruined. For someone who had looked down on everything from a superior position, this was unbearable.

“Oh my, to think you joined hands with Marquis Limnades to pull off such a stunt. How disappointing, Duke Alpeion.”

“….”

He first targeted the one who annoyed him most. Since things had come to this.

He had no choice but to move as his heart desired, to vent this anger.

And the most annoying thing in his life wasn’t Duke Alpeion.

Thunk!

Without hesitation, Deflon stabbed a sword into the stomach of his own younger brother, Hades.

Deflon’s eyebrows twitched slightly. He had aimed for Hades’ heart, but he had dodged.

To be precise, it was due to two things.

One was the force of Helios throwing a spear from behind, and the other was Hades’ instant reflexes in avoiding the more dangerous vital spot.

Hades’ lips trembled. Blood trickled down his pale chin.

“Well, look at you stabbing your younger brother first. That Duke was the one who caused trouble, so why target me, cough. How disappointing.”

“You must have been involved too.”

At the dry voice, Hades chuckled. His red eyes curved into crescents.

“Haha, how satisfying. That’s right! I was involved too. I really wanted to see the smile disappear from your face, Brother.”

How long had he waited for this moment.

He had looked forward to it from the moment he heard the plan from Mint.

Hades burst into maniacal laughter.

How detestable and infuriating it had been when he dared to frame him for murders he had committed.

He had lamented not being able to kill him immediately.

“What shall we do about this. The Serial Killer who ruined the Empire from ten years ago was the revered Crown Prince. The nation’s dignity will be buried in the ground.”

This was the brother who had confined him in childhood and caused him to be banished to Niflheim.

Was that all? He had overcome countless life-threatening crises in childhood. It hadn’t even been serious treatment.

Because the first subject Deflon had experimented on as a murder target was none other than Hades.

“I’ll cut Brother’s tendons and throw you to the angry crowd. Then the bereaved families will rush over and happily stab you with swords.”

Hades moved his tongue while the sword was still embedded in his stomach.

“Brother will never be allowed to die. They’ll heal you every day and the next bereaved families will come running.”

His Red Kia rippled throughout Hades’ entire body.

“That would be if you live to make it happen, little brother.”

CRASH!

A thunderous roar echoed from behind Deflon. He could feel it without looking back.

A hole had been punched through the conference room wall.

It was Helios’ handiwork.

The nobles fled in droves. Those who would fight remained.

Deflon was still leisurely despite this.

At this moment, he had already lost his qualification to become Emperor anyway.

While he was at it, he planned to kill everyone in this castle.

It wasn’t bad.

If I can’t have it, then I’ll just have to kill everything.

Deflon raised his dagger to block the flying sword without even looking at it.

Clang!

Hades, who had been barely holding Deflon back with his Kia, grimaced deeply.

“Hah… If you’re going to help, help from the beginning.”

A cold laugh could be heard.

“Why should I?”

At the edge of his peripheral vision, Helios was sneering.

Hades clicked his tongue.

Duke Alpeion, Helios, could have clearly prevented him from getting stabbed in the stomach initially, yet he had just watched.

Despite the cold atmosphere flowing between the two men, they coordinated to pressure Deflon.

“It’s not just receiving help from others, but parasitic to the point of shame. You should be ashamed, little brother.”

Deflon spoke calmly as he deflected Hades’ extended Kia and kicked Helios in the stomach.

An affectionate tone and expression. Hades chuckled. It wasn’t a laugh born from amusement.

He was certainly disgustingly strong.

There was a reason Mint had said he was someone she needed to face herself.

“I truly acknowledge Boss’s sickeningly strong points.”

“…”

“That’s why Boss always looked down on me. Me, and furthermore, Psychic-type Kia Users like me.”

Psychic-type Kia Users had relatively inferior combat abilities. This was an undeniable fact.

“Because you’re arrogant, there are facts you don’t know. Yes. Just like I once was.”

Hades glanced toward one place.

Deflon was, following Mint, a human on whom his mind control didn’t work.

But what was different about Mint?

The definition of ‘doesn’t work’ was different.

“Among Psychic-type Kia Users, there’s a type that becomes stronger like madmen when crisis comes to their body.”

The blood Hades had shed churned and mixed with his Red Kia.

“Like Boss’s precious little brother?”

His ability became stronger the more rational he was, the more he excluded emotions.

In the past, this was why Hades had no choice but to lose to Minte Limnades.

Because he fell for something like love, he couldn’t even display his true power and became a loser every time.

Red Kia formed a cage centered around Deflon.

Deflon naturally had no intention of letting this be completed.

It was the moment he moved his body.

Click.

“Having experienced it, your kicks aren’t quite up to my Master’s level, Your Highness.”

Deflon faced countless guns surrounding him.

His eyes narrowed.

“Do you think such pathetic weapons would be effective?”

“It’s truly an honor that you’re answering so politely in the midst of all this.”

Bang!

“The power of the bullet is just as you tasted from my Master. And it has been passed down to the Disciple as well.”

With one bullet, Deflon had to give up one finger. Because another bullet fired cleverly at the same time was aimed at his heart.

If he moved, the Kia forming the cage would interfere with his concentration. Interference was entering his mind.

…Looking at each individual aspect, he had the advantage. However, when ability users with completely opposite tendencies joined hands.

The tide of victory had turned.

“You’ll have to give up both hands before you leave.”

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