"Found you" voicing out simultaneously, their gaze clashed.
After searching on and on for the idiot without bearing fruit, Andrew became elated at how much his luck had increased recently.
Out of the blue, the idiot presented himself before him,in a secluded hallway at that.
'Larkson Dickson' Andrew coldy muttered in his heart,his fingers clenched into a fist as stared at the opposing figure clad in knight uniform, who sneered with a fuming expression while also pointing at him.
"You little bastard!" Opposite to what Andrew had felt, Lark the man in knight uniform, gritted his teeth in fury before cursing out loud.
His anger was understandable after all, as it turned out, after his section with Aria that day, he returned with his cohort the next day to give her a memorable fuck. Upon meeting an empty room, he was told by the slutty maids who could barely walk properly after being used as cum dump, that she had been carried by Andrew into his chamber.
They rest was story, no matter what was currently happening he couldn't harm a prince, talkless of breaking the door to their chamber.
But that wasn't the same now, Andrew was out in a secluded hallway, and definitely they weren't going to let him go, there had been many reports of him going missing several times before, silencing him wouldn't be a problem since he dared take what was theirs.
The plan has been made thoroughly ever since they missed Aria's cool cunt.
So the instant they sighted Andrew, as low level knights who weren't worthy to be used as a cannon folder,left behind in the kingdom, the group four behind Lark took a combat posture, pointing their swords as prepared to use their ability.
Although there had been rumors saying Andrew had no talent, no one truly believed it, so they were on guard.
"Get him!" Lark commanded.
Following that the group of four behind him who Andrew really couldn't remember apart from the fact they all had hand in taking away his sister's virginity, rushed forward with swift speed,from a normal human pov.
…
Meanwhile, watching as the four took on a combat ready posture behind Lark, Andrew elatedly grinned, disappearing from their view the next instant.
Bang! A deep crater was created along the hallway where Andrew previously stood.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!" following four sharp but short lived scream,
Bang!
Crack!
The window at the other end of the hallway cracked, followed by a burst made by the air pressure from Andrew's punch,a gush of bloody red mist sprayed out, with little bits of scattered matter.
Silence…
It took Lark who had his fingers pointing still mid-air, 10 seconds to comprehend what had happened.
And in these ten seconds Andrew had appeared beside him with a considering look on his face.
"Hi there?" Andrew whispered beside Lark's mannequin figure, dressing the collars of the knight uniform he wore.
Pat!
Before patting his shoulders in a friendly manner.
"Killing you right now would be a pardon."
" But too bad,your existence itself is a remembrance of my past incompetent self." pausing…
"Oh, that should solve it" , voicing out in a realizing tone, Andrew smiled, a chilling one.
"A parting gift" whispering into his ears, Andrew muffled his mouth while his other hand streaked downward in a flash.
Crack! removing his hand as quick as he could to avoid blood…
The next instant Lark's eyes bulged to their limit,almost popping out of their sockets, with visible tiny strings of veins.
Following a muffled scream…
"#--$$1#&_&____ dfddf fdfgffs+34&+$$ $+&4_" no words were particularly audible.
Noticing the trails of blood forming through his pants, Andrew smiled.
"Now you go die" grining maliciously, without giving Lark a moment of remorse at the lost of his manhood, Andrew punched out.
Bang!
Following that, a crimson gush of wind appeared at the other end of the hallway.
And just like the four before him, Lark was turned to a crimson spray of red mist that was quickly filtered by the wind after five seconds.
Without a chance to plead, without a chance to voice out their confusion of how insane his strength was. Not knowing how short lived the next few seconds was after they met, Lark, alongside the four that took his sister's virginity, were killed. Turned into crimson gush of wind that no one would give a fuck about.
'Damn'
"That wasn't harder than I thought" revealing his confusion as he flexed his arms,Andrew muttered.
But just then, when he was about questioning the non existing sense of guilt in heart.
"Ahhh!" the pleading moan of a desperate maiden, tormented my lust, came from behind him.
'Ehn?' Andrew, in surprise as he saw the young lady that had been struggling against the Lark cohort,grabbed his leg tightly,the remaining dress was torn off by her own hands.
'Wait, isn't she the rumored unlucky third princess whose mother died?'
Questioning her identity as the second most infamous royal scion second to him, Andrew thought.
'Ehn? Her clothes…?' before Andrew could confront the reality of a stark naked princess, beneath him.
"Please fuck me!" her pleading desperate voice filled with lust called out to him.
'Wtf?!'
Author's Thought: Y'all should give me more motivation, the little ain't helping.