Chapter 43: Kill Him
The viscount’s eyes widened when he heard that; his breath stuck in his throat, and sweat instantly formed on his back. The eyes of the legal advisor and the Baron instantly moved to him, confusion and shock written all over their faces.
"Wh-what rubbish are you spouting?" the viscount bellowed, his voice slightly shaky, a pitiful defense.
Raze smiled even deeper. He leaned in toward the viscount, his hands placed on the armrest of the viscount; the viscount leaned back.
"I know about your little slavery thing, and your other endeavors. Now I’m sure I don’t have solid proof, but I can tell the count where to look when the time comes and you’ll see what happens next," Raze said, his smile resembling that of a demon at this moment.
The viscount froze; he opened his mouth but the words wouldn’t come out. Defeated, he had been defeated by a kid, that realization stung his soul.
Raze stood back straight and walked toward the door, his steps slow and unhurried. He grabbed the doorknob, and then looked at the viscount. "This is how it will be: we’ll be paying our tax right to the count, and when he finally asks why, we’ll tell him what happened here," Raze said.
"You can’t!" the viscount barked, getting to his feet, fear and panic written all over his face. Raze smiled. "I can’t?" he asked.
"Please, I’ll do anything; you’ll gain nothing from doing this," the viscount pleaded.
"I don’t want a favor from a sly piece of shit like you, so what’s in your best interest is that you stay away from our town and put your shit in another, because things won’t be the same anymore," Raze said.
At this point, the viscount was fuming in rage; his anger soared through the roof, but he had to suppress it. There was nothing he could do here. He stormed toward the door; the legal advisor rushed up as well and followed him.
The viscount left the office; his every step sounded like it aimed to shatter the floor. He walked past everyone that stood there, they were shocked to see the viscount in such a rage.
Only one person wasn’t there, and that was Andrew. The viscount got to the first floor and was about to walk out when he saw Andrew standing at the door, as if waiting.
When the viscount saw him, the first son and the heir to the family, he instantly had a plan hatched in his evil mind. He stopped just next to Andrew.
"You were meant to be the heir? Tsk. Yet your little brother outshines you; he’ll be controlling your family sooner than you think," he said and walked out, not looking back.
Andrew stood there; those words cut deep. He didn’t move a single muscle, his eyes wide. He knew that Raze was something else, but he never thought it would get to the point where it would be seen as so by outsiders.
His rage boiled; the thought of the possibility of him losing the seat he had trained all his life for made his heart heavy. He couldn’t allow it, no matter what.
His face twisted into one of pure anger and hatred; he clenched his fists tight, grinding his teeth against each other.
’Raze, I’ll never let you take my place; this family belongs to me. Twenty years, i have been bred for this seat, and you think you’ll shatter that in some weeks? No matter what it takes, I’ll ensure that I stop you from doing what you want to do,’ Andrew thought. In anger, he opened the door and walked outside. He saw the viscount inside his carriage, while the knights that had been beaten up were scrambling to get in order.
He rushed for the carriage and then knocked on the door. The viscount opened the door and immediately let him in.
"You came to your realization fast," he said with a smile, and then stretched out his hand to Andrew. Andrew looked at the hand.
’This is the hand of the man who has choked my family for so long and has pushed us to madness.
Yet now I’m sitting before this man and his hand is outstretched. If I don’t take it, my entire family wins, but I lose; if I take it, I win, but the family will suffer greatly.
Tsk, screw it, what good is the family if I am not the head of it? I’ll not allow Raze to take what I worked so long for.’ Andrew thought, and then took the hand of the viscount in a handshake.
The viscount smiled ear to ear. "Good; you are a man that understands the logic of profit and what it means to win.
I’ll keep this short. You want your brother out of the way, right?" the viscount said.
There was a little reluctance on Andrew’s face, but it was instantly covered by a heavy desire to win. "Yes, I need him to back down and stay away," Andrew said.
"I see. But people like him don’t stay away; they are like parasites, as long as the host exists, they’ll keep eating away. There is nothing you can do that will make him stop; I could tell from this interaction with him.
He is smart and persistent, and that’s the making of an enemy that you don’t want around," the viscount said.
"If I can’t move him away, what could I possibly do to stop him, frame him to fall from grace with my father?" Andrew asked.
"That would work for only a small amount of time, and before you know it he is back to do exploits and take your crown again.
The best way to deal with someone like that is to KILL HIM!"
Kill him, kill him, kill him.
Those words echoed in Andrew’s mind; his face shifted into one of horror, his eyes widened as he realized what the viscount wanted him to do. He looked at the viscount, seeing that grin on his face, that was a demon.
He reached for the door and rushed out of the carriage immediately, but even as he moved away, he could still see the evil smile of the viscount.