The Tyrant Is A Little Bit Kind-Chapter 37: The Golden One 3

(Orlax POV)

I was currently standing atop a snow-covered mountain, gazing down at a house located far below.

Beside me stood Tiran, observing the house with a contemplative expression.

"This is where he stopped."

"Alright, let’s review our plan before we raid."

After hearing Tiran’s words, we moved toward the gathering of leaders and stood before the map.

"Alright, listen carefully to His Majesty’s distribution plan and relay the directives precisely. Go ahead, Your Majesty."

Once Tiran stepped aside, I moved forward and began issuing instructions.

"I want 250 soldiers to encircle the area after we raid. Divide them into groups of ten, and each group must send a report every two minutes."

I pointed to the location of the house on the map, directing them to surround it completely.

"I want the cavalry commander and his deputy to take a group of 200 soldiers and storm in with us. Once inside, Tiran and I will split off to search for the Golden One. You will eliminate everyone else and thoroughly search the place in case of hidden exits."

"Also, I want a team of snipers positioned on the three nearby mountains to support those outside. They must report their status every few minutes as well."

"One hundred soldiers will remain here to guard our vehicles and supplies. If they detect any movement or suspicious individuals, they must report immediately."

After concluding my directives, I scanned everyone to ensure they understood, then nodded.

"Alright, if there are no questions, let’s begin now."

We quietly descended the mountain to avoid alerting them to our presence. As we got closer, I gestured to Tiran with my hand.

Upon seeing my signal, he drew his massive sword. I did the same and looked at everyone behind me.

Taking a deep breath, I locked my gaze on the house ahead, raised my sword high, and signaled the attack.

"Show no mercy!"

I lunged forward, sprinting toward the two guards standing by the door, slicing their heads off with a single swing.

BOOM!

As a fountain of blood erupted from their severed necks, I froze in place, staring at my hands.

’I... just killed a living human? What is this? I feel nauseous and disgusted... Damn it.’

Neither I nor Orlax had ever killed a human in our previous lives.

Well, Orlax had done it before, but back then, he was under a curse—not acting of his own will.

Now, as I stood there, staring at the bodies of the two fallen men and their heads rolling across the ground, I felt a strong urge to vomit.

[Cold Blood Activated]

[Patience Activated]

The thoughts in my mind began to fade, and the guilt and nausea that had plagued me disappeared.

Once I had calmed down, I took a deep breath, looked at the door ahead, and effortlessly sliced it open.

CRASH!

The severed door fell as the soldiers behind me stormed inside, killing everyone in sight.

I slowly walked among the falling corpses, watching the knights slaughter their enemies without hesitation. I felt somewhat foolish.

’Why do I feel guilty for killing people who caused the deaths of so many of my people? Damn this guilt and everything else—I will slaughter these bastards to the last one!’

I rushed forward, ignoring the knights, cutting down anyone who crossed my path.

I kept swinging my sword until there were no enemies left—only knights standing behind me, looking slightly stunned.

"What’s wrong?"

I asked since they were frozen in place.

"Hahaha, they’re terrified after seeing you kill so many people at once."

Tiran spoke, entering the room now, laughing at the scene, unfazed by the blood and corpses around us.

"Really?"

I wiped the blood off my sword using a fallen body.

Taking out the tablet, I checked the Golden One’s location—he was moving away from the house.

"Tiran, he’s escaping. Search quickly for any secret exits or hidden paths!" freeweɓnøvel.com

I shouted at Tiran, who was simply watching, and began searching until I found a basement leading downward.

I hurried down and found myself in a room stacked with piles of wealth—mountains of gold and rare treasures.

"Where did they get all this money and these valuables? This fortune isn’t something that can be accumulated in a day or two."

Ignoring the riches, I searched for any possible escape routes.

Spotting a misplaced wardrobe, I pushed it aside, revealing a dark passage behind it.

I glanced at Tiran, who was smiling broadly, and we sprinted down the corridor.

We ran until we spotted several people ahead of us, desperately trying to flee.

"My dear little Golden One, are you running now after threatening us just hours ago? Hahaha."

Tiran mocked the men in front of us and quickly charged forward, smashing them apart with his massive sword.

Ignoring the falling bodies, I followed Tiran as he carved through them.

Suddenly, Tiran stopped, and I stepped beside him, looking at the figure ahead.

The Golden One stood there, raising his iron staff while muttering an incantation, golden light gathering around him.

WHOOSH!

In the blink of an eye, I vanished and reappeared right in front of the Golden One, severing the hand that held his staff.

BOOM!

"Aaaah! My arm! Aaah, damn it—you cut off my arm, you bastard!"

The Golden One collapsed, clutching his severed limb, trying to stop the bleeding while tears streamed down his face.

I picked up the severed hand and gazed into the Golden One’s eyes.

"What a weak arm. I bet you’ve never held anything in your life except your staff."

"Aaah, damn it! Damn it! Why is this happening?! Damn it!"

Hearing his words, I frowned and slapped him across the face using his own severed hand.

SMACK!

"Tiran, have you ever seen someone get slapped with their own hand before?"

"This is the first time I’ve seen such a thing. You’ve amazed me today, Your Majesty—Hahaha!"

Tiran laughed heartily, watching the Golden One stare in shock after being slapped.

"You wretched scum! Aren’t you afraid that I will kill your children? If I don’t walk out of here alive, they won’t see the light of the next day!"

The Golden One screamed hysterically, and I turned toward Tiran beside me.

"Tiran, he’s threatening us again. Should we let him go?"

"What else can we do? I’m really scared he might harm my child—Hahaha."

Tiran mocked the Golden One, who failed to grasp his sarcasm as hope flickered in his eyes.

"Yes, yes, you should be afraid, or el—"

SMACK!

"Shut up, you bastard! Your barking is irritating me."

I slapped the Golden One again using his severed hand, leaving him utterly dumbfounded.

Taking out my phone, I dialed a number, waiting for the person to answer.

"Hello, Your Majesty. What do you need?"

"Hello, Armanthor. Can you turn on your camera for me?"

"Of course."

The view on my phone changed, showing Armanthor with his white hair, sitting lazily on a chair.

"And now, can you show our dear Golden One where you are?"

"Oh, is this the Golden One? He looks absolutely hideous."

Armanthor insulted him and turned the camera slightly, revealing Sera with her blue hair, peacefully sleeping on the bed with a sweet smile.

"The Grand Duke!! Why is the Grand Duke protecting this little girl?"

The Golden One’s face turned pale upon seeing Armanthor casually sitting beside Sera.

"Hahaha, Your Majesty, I think he’s more afraid of the Grand Duke than you."

Ignoring Tiran’s laughter, I looked at Armanthor, who sat lazily.

"Why am I protecting her? Man, your intelligence network is really lacking. Listen carefully—if I don’t protect this girl..."

The Golden One took a deep breath, bracing himself for Armanthor’s next words.

"I’ll have to sleep on the couch for a whole year without my wife, and my daughter will cut ties with me. Those are the reasons—do you still think I wouldn’t protect her?".

"Pfff."

I couldn’t hold back my laughters at Armanthor’s miserable situation and quickly covered my mouth.

"Hahaha, even the Grand Duke trembles before women."

Tiran laughed heartily, his joy so intense that I thought his lips might tear from smiling too much.

"Anyway, take good care of Sera, or else..."

"Damn it, you’re truly a devil, Your Majesty! I swear I will protect her with all my heart. Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, I turned toward the Golden One, whose soul had seemingly left his body as he collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

"Hmm, Your Majesty, perhaps we went a little overboard with the joke? Look at him—he’s so shocked that his mind has completely shut down."

"He deserves it."

I raised my sword high and swiftly brought it down toward the Golden One, who lay motionless on the ground.

"Wait, wait! What about the Duke’s son? Did you forget about him?"

I halted my sword just before it reached the Golden One’s neck, a sly smile forming on my lips as I turned to Tiran.

"If my son were to die at the hands of pathetic scum like you, then he wouldn’t be my son. Hahaha."

"Well then... Goodbye."

Slice!

The Golden One’s head fell from his body, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

I quickly stepped away to avoid getting splattered and turned to look at Tiran, who was smiling.

"Don’t act as if you’re not worried about your son, especially after you sent ten guards to protect him and informed the academy director to ensure his safety if he was ever in danger."

"Oh, I’ve been exposed."

I smirked at Tiran before moving forward, but a voice behind me stopped me in my tracks.

"Golden One? Can you hear me? Golden One, answer me now!"