Chapter 37: Death of the Reincarnated... Solid Betrayals

Chapter 37: Death of the Reincarnated... Solid Betrayals

Ragorn approached Ruthar with a silent but deadly aura. The slightest sound could not be heard from anyone as they knew what it meant for the king to act on his own.

Ragorn reached Ruthar, staring at him with a mixture of detestation and disappointment before lowering his hand and grabbing Ruthar's small cranium in his grip.

"What kind of brain do you have there, little Ruthar?" King Ragorn asked, stunning the entire family. That wasn't the type of question they expected from him.

Only Ruthar could understand, as he felt the strong clench of the king tighten around his cranium, squeezing it so hard Ruthar felt it was going to burst.

"Tsk! HAYYAAACK!" Ruthar screamed at the top of his voice, raising his hand to hold Ragorn's palm. However, his hand was still stopped midway by the annoying chains.

'Man, he's going to pop my head off! I'm really dead.'

"What kind of brain came from me to create a child that runs from a duel?" Ragorn's clench tripled, making Ruthar let out another ear-piercing shriek.

"Do you accept your execution, Ruthar?" Ragorn asked, releasing his force on Ruthar's skull, letting him collapse to his knees while shaking his head abruptly from the pain.

Ruthar took his time to think of his reply, or at least find a way out of his current situation. 'He wants me to admit I want my death, a common culture of the Spade Horus. There's no choice but to do this...'

Ragorn, infuriated by Ruthar's daze, raised his foot high and stomped it down on Ruthar's head.

Unexpectedly, Ruthar's neck gave a snapping sound, being totally dislocated from the spinal cord and left to fall aimlessly to his chest with the force of the foot.

"ARRHAARRKKAAHHH!!!" Ruthar shrieked with all his might, feeling an excruciating pain reverberate through his entire being.

He writhed even more than usual, thrashing around as there was nothing he could do. A dislocated neck should be enough to kill him painfully if he did not have any help coming his way soon.

"Speak up, you bastard!" Ragorn pulled his foot from Ruthar's hind skull. "Do you submit to your death?"

This was the first time anyone in the room had seen Ragorn so emotional about killing someone, especially an unimportant illegitimate son.

"I-I... I..." Ruthar found it difficult to communicate with his neck's current situation; all he could do was make minor whizzing noises and a few words.

'There is only one way out of this situation currently,' Ruthar thought, hunching his back over to draw his face closer to Ragorn's legs.

Luckily, Ragorn did not react abrasively to his movements, which he had been expecting. Instead, he received a much more despicable look.

Ruthar did not care since what he was about to do would fix everything...

'The most popular culture of the Spade Horus.'

Ruthar managed to position his neck despite its dislocation, wielding his mouth open and bringing out his tongue.

With a disgusted look, he forced himself to place his tongue on Ragorn's shoe, licking it as though he were a dog, very obediently.

As Ruthar did this, tears began to form and roll down his eyes. His breath shook violently, and his heart thumped hard in his chest.

'By licking his boot, I show total submission, disgrace, and pity... By doing this, I have accepted my death.'

"Slime bag!" Ragorn spat down on Ruthar, raising his other leg and planting the sole of his shoe on Ruthar's back, shoving him to fall to his side with a loud groan.

"Very well, brat!" Ragorn turned away from even his family, storming out of the room and slamming the arched doors behind him.

'Who knows why he's so emotional about killing such a useless vessel?' Kithara eyed her husband as he left the room. Something always felt off whenever he would meet with the illegitimate son, and Kithara had some suspicions rising in her heart.

'Especially when he is in bed, he talks about this useless trash. He must have had such high hopes to see growth. However, useless will always be useless.'

"I finally get to throw the trash out?" Kithara rose from her seat, taking Ruthar's full attention.

His eyes zeroed in on Kithara, and he fully understood what was going on.

'Ragorn has already put my body through multiple pains, and Kithara is about to start with hers. I won't be able to take any more pain, especially from this bitch...'

At this point, Ruthar understood how far his life had come to gain so many enemies, not at an adult age but at merely four years old.

"Do you remember the day when you were born? I wanted to kill you, but the slave saved you. You'll wish you died then when I am done with you, worthless trash!" Kithara cursed blankly as she made her way to meet Ruthar.

'This is another exit, but this time something feels different. I might not have the farewell note, a PC, neither, and I still belong to the land of virgins... I am probably going to die here, but I can't accept this. The normal Mark Hemsworth would simply let himself be killed, but Ruthar Hellborn is different. His cells in me are crying to speak out...'

"I won't die worthless, you shits. I'll make sure you beg me. I'll drown you in my shadow!" Ruthar's voice and statement were clearly threatening and was an unexpected reaction from him.

Instead of begging, he had the guts to threaten the queen. "I'll drown you all in my... KUUUGHHHH! AHHHHHHHH!!!"

A dagger flew from the eldest son, again digging deeply into Ruthar's throat, causing him to choke on his words painfully while blood gushed out uncontrollably.

Ruthar felt his life quickly dwindle from this attack. He didn't know how he would survive, but he held steadfast to it.

"Was that a pitiful act of revenge? No, that was just to prolong your suffering as I kill you, Ruthar." Kithara reached him, grabbing the dagger by the hilt and drawing it sharply from his throat, causing another shriek and coughing to arise from Ruthar.

He was in immense pain and was losing blood quickly.

Kithara, on the other hand, flipped Ruthar to lie down back first, raising the dagger and plunging it deeply into his gut.

A load of blood poured out, and Ruthar pulled at his shackles, trying desperately to break free, but it was useless.

As if that was not enough, Kithara pulled out the dagger and stabbed him again in his gut. She kept at it for a while, stabbing endlessly into Ruthar's gut until all his inner organs and intestines could be clearly seen. She had turned him totally inside out.

On the other hand, Elara, who sat at the table beside her betrothed husband Tomaha, grasped her mouth and ducked her head at the brutal sight.

'Ruthar!' she almost cried but held it in at her best while taking her sights off him. 'I can't imagine the kind of pain you are in now, but... sorry.'

She knew it was her fault. Because of her, he had hit Tomaha and challenged him to a duel. The same went for the final class she had with him when she made him worry.

Elara believed Ruthar ran after realizing he could not win against Tomaha. Initially, she was angry at him, but seeing the sight before her burned her heart to ashes.

Meanwhile, everyone else at the table stared at Ruthar's gut being torn apart and drenching the entire ground in blood.

Rotexa had her eyes transfixed on Ruthar. Her expression was blank, but her eyes held something she never knew could appear. 'Is this sympathy?' she asked herself before turning away.

Kithara pulled her dagger from the remains of Ruthar's gut as she hit something very tough that the dagger could no longer go through; that was the flooring of the room. She had completely dug through him.

"Take the body and cut it into pieces. We shall eat the flesh of my flesh tonight. Let today be the cleanse of all weakness in this family," she ordered the knights in the room, who immediately went to do her bidding, rushing to Ruthar's unmoving corpse.

Elara ducked her head to the table to suppress a wave of vomit from forcing its way out of her mouth. 'Ruthar's flesh?'

Ruthar's hearing zoned out with those final words from Kithara. His entire world began to go blurry, and he recognized this weird sensation from the first time he had died. This was no different;

He was dying again.

'Damnit! This is really the end. Will I die here, or will I reincarnate again? I doubt I'll reincarnate. I wasted a rare opportunity already. Nothing else can be given unto me but a lonely death.'

[You are ever lonely]

[You have successfully extracted...]

'What the heck is this? Did I extract something from Rotexa? No, that can't possibly be it. What did I...'

[You have successfully extracted Death]

With that, Ruthar's mind suddenly zoned out.

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The two middle-aged guards slowly took Ruthar's corpse from the execution spot after taking off the shackles.

"He's heavy for a kid; he must have done real training," one guard whispered to the other as they dragged Ruthar's body, leaving a large trail of blood in their wake.

"Too bad he never got to use those..." His colleague wanted to add with a laugh but stopped midway when he heard something chilling.

"I mastered death."

That voice wasn't from the guards but from Ruthar's corpse.

[You have cheated death]

[You have successfully adapted to the injuries]

Ruthar's eyes sprang open to the guards' notice, and in an instant, his disemboweled guts began to regenerate rapidly.

"Holy crap!" The two guards let go of Ruthar's hands, jumping back while grabbing the hilts of their swords.

"It's impossible! No one can live after dying! He must be possessed!" one guard yelled, alerting everyone in the royal house to grab their weapons and stare.

'What's this? I feel lightheaded; my world is slowly reappearing to me.' Ruthar raised his left hand into view and studied it. It was drenched in blood.

It took a moment to realize there was a split ringing in his ears, which died down a second later. Not just that, but the pain and injuries also disappeared.

'What the hell?' Ruthar turned to the royal family, all brandishing weapons. The guards stared in terror, the Darkdawn siblings with hostility, and Kithara with her blankness. Amidst these mixed expressions, Ruthar felt a dark motivation swell within him.

He raised his index finger and pointed to himself, frowning deeply. "You all will drown under my shadow! I will become the next heir."

That was big talk for anyone in the room, especially when said in front of his siblings who were also vying for the throne.

A slave wanting to be king.