The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride
Chapter 189: Sigaros Meira.

Chapter 189: Sigaros Meira.

Kaisun dragged the guard’s limp body to the tombs, the importance of justice heavy in each of his steps but the most part that bothered him was the reason. Why was this guard killed?

Aunt Eve followed closely, her eyes sharp with the same purpose. She ensured the faceless corpse would remain suspended, undeniable proof to challenge the Chancellor and bring him to his ruin. But bringing down a man as cunning as Oka would never be easy. Someone like him would sooner orchestrate his own execution than face judgment for his crimes. But she had no doubt, he killed this man with his own hands.

Aunt Eve’s hatred for Rebedina had long since festered into something venomous. The woman had shamelessly exploited the favor her uncle, Oka, had bestowed upon her. Together, they had ensnared Alekin in their merciless grip, turning him into their little mute puppet. They clung to him like whispering demons, poisoning his mind with their demands. But that’d end soon. It was time to free her brother, to drag him from the shadows and bring him home. Yet the damage was already done; Alekin’s reputation lay in dooms, his name dismissed, his worth always under question. The world had written him off as broken, a man of no value. It irked her so much.

The Chancellor was a man of ruthless calculation. Every move he made was meticulously accounted for. But if he had truly lost control, if he’d gone so far as to kill one of his own guards, something deeply, undeniably fell off. That kind of rage didn’t align with his typical precision. Something had pricked him so much.

"We’ll keep the body preserved in ice until the King demands an inquest," the royal guard announced solemnly. It was the same man who had arrested Reneira in the flower field, Captain Rohe, ever stoic but shameful to mistreat the princess. But it was an order to snap that magic blocker on her wrist to shut Rebedina’s mouth.

"Thank you, Captain Rohe," Aunt Eve replied curtly, turning on her heel as she exited the cold, forgotten room and went to the corridor. Few dared enter this desolate place, long abandoned.

Kaisun was standing in the corridor, securing the guard’s chained body to the stone wall. He then reached for a nearby bucket and hurled its contents, ice-cold water, directly onto the man’s face. He had missed his wife’s flight with a dragon for this interrogation. This bastard had better start talking.

The freezing water jolted the man awake, like lightning tearing through his limbs. He gasped, shivering, eyes wide as he regained consciousness.

Kaisun stood tall before him, his expression as hard as stone. Aunt Eve stepped up beside him, resolute.

"You’re awake. Good," she said, her voice cutting through the tomb’s silence like a blade. "Now tell us, why did Chancellor Oka murder his own guard?"

"I killed that guard!" the man spat out defiantly. But the shiver in his voice betrayed him.

Kaisun’s jaw clenched in frustration. Did this fool really believe such a claim would save him? That he wouldn’t end up with another faceless corpse rotting in silence?

"I recognize the marks of Oka’s whip," Kaisun growled. "And I heard you cursing him, blaming him for killing your comrade. Don’t insult our intelligence. Look at your situation. We caught you, and if you don’t talk, you’ll be the next cold body lying in the dark."

Aunt Eve’s voice followed, cold and sharp as a dagger. "Oka’s obsession with purging those who falter is well known. He thrives on fear and silence. If you want to keep breathing, now is the time to speak. Otherwise, your life is as meaningless to me as his wrath is to him."

The guard’s bravado melted away. He lowered his head, staring at the stone floor beneath him, the chains rattling softly with the movement. For a long moment, he said nothing, just sat there, shivering and broken.

Chancellor Oka had killed that man for nothing. No grand mistake. No hidden motive. Just a careless release of rage.

"He killed his own guard," the prisoner finally muttered, his voice trembling, half from the freezing water, half from sheer terror. "He was sent to retrieve a prisoner... but he failed. She vanished."

Kaisun’s eyes narrowed. A whisper of darkness slipped from his hand, coiling into a thread of shadow. The guard recoiled instantly, his eyes wide with primal fear as the shape hovered in the air like a serpent ready to strike.

"Who was the prisoner?" Kaisun asked calmly, though his voice carried the weight of a looming storm.

The guard’s breath hitched. Beads of sweat formed on his back despite the cold. "You... what... what are you?" The words escaped his lips before he could stop them as if torn from his throat by fear.

"Not what you think," Kaisun said, his tone low and breathy. "I asked you a question. I won’t repeat it."

The thread of shadow twisted into the shape of a needle, its tip gleaming darkly as it paused just half an inch from the man’s right eye.

"Her name... her name is Daniella De-Alvone," the guard stammered, blinking against tears of panic. "He wanted to kill her, but when he arrived, the girl was gone."

Kaisun let out a cold chuckle, the sound devoid of humor. "And how, I wonder, does Chancellor Oka know that girl?"

The guard shook his head violently. "I don’t know," he gasped, his voice desperate and raw.

Kaisun’s patience snapped. The thread of shadow slithered upward, coiling toward the man’s neck like a tightening noose. But just as it reached him, a sudden spark of red light sliced through the air and struck the guard’s temple. His body jerked, then collapsed in a limp heap, unconscious.

Kai instantly redirected the shadow, lashing it toward the source of the spell. It struck an unseen barrier with a crackle of power, a red magical shield shimmered faintly in the gloom, protecting a cloaked figure veiled in darkness.

A voice emerged from the shadows, calm and oddly amused. "How can you be so clever, Prince Kaisun... son of Saint Axaxeal?"

Kaisun’s brow arched slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. So this young wizard knew who he was. Interesting. Because not many knew it, his secret.

He allowed the shadow to dissolve into the air and stepped forward, placing himself firmly between the stunned Aunt Eve and the mysterious mage. Whatever this newcomer’s intentions were, he wasn’t about to let anyone harm her.

Captain Rohe rushed to the corridor, and unsheathed his sword, ready to charge, but Aunt Eve held out an arm, stopping him with a single command. "Wait."

"And who are you?" Kaisun asked, his gaze narrowing. Why would a wizard dare to risk his life entering Alvonia, especially its heavily guarded capital?

The figure stepped forward, revealing a pale face marked by detachment. He wore an expression of cold indifference, the kind that didn’t belong to someone easily provoked. Yet, contrary to Kaisun’s first impression, the man spoke with calm clarity.

"I am Sigaros Meira," he said. "Son of the sorcerer who killed Anarya Al-Gathiran and Marianne Qowen. And I haven’t come to declare war."

Kaisun stared at him, stunned. The names cut through him like shards of glass. Rage and disbelief surged through his veins, stirring a storm of emotions he could barely contain. He had no problem with magicians until he heard what they did to Anarya. And this man was the very son of her killer.

Aunt Eve recovered first. Her eyes flashed with a light, and she stepped forward, her presence bristling with fury but held it back.

"And what made you think you could show your face here?" she hissed. "Are you after revenge? Because I remember watching the dragon reduce your mother to ash."

She let the words fall slowly, each one dripping with venom, burning like acid between them.

"I’m not proud of what my mother did," Sigaros said firmly. "She was Phoria’s servant, just a toy, and I am not. I came here for a reason. But I want something in return."

Kaisun burst into laughter, sharp and unhinged. "Oh, how convenient. You come crawling into the capital, son of a cursed witch, and now you want something? Sure. In exchange, I’ll try not to kill you slowly."

Sigaros merely shrugged. "I don’t mind death. Painful or not, it’s still better than living in a world where Nimoieth walks again."

Kaisun’s smile vanished. His voice dropped to a growl. "Speak plainly!" With a roar, he summoned a shadow wolf, forged from his fury and power. The beast lunged forward, seizing Sigaros in its midnight jaws, baring its fangs inches from his throat.

"Lie to me," Kaisun warned, his voice low and lethal. "And no matter where you go, I’ll track your stench and tear you apart."

The shadow beast held him firm, but there was no reaction, no panic, no hatred, no hunger rising in Sigaros’s soul. The wolf blinked, confused by the void it found in him. There was nothing to feed on. No lust, no fear, no anger. Just a cold determination.

"I’m not here to fight anyone," Sigaros said quietly. "I came to propose peace. To end centuries of unrest between us... and destroy dark magic at its root. As one of the High Sorcerers, I demand an audience with the King of Alvonia."

Aunt Eve glanced at Kaisun, uncertain. The tension coated heavily in the air.

Kaisun gave the young wizard a crooked grin. "Then let us meet him... on the Dragon Field."

With that, he let the shadow wolf unravel, its form twisting into a chain of darkness that coiled around Sigaros like a leash. The portal shimmered open, and Kaisun dragged him inside.

"Princess Eve," he called back, his voice echoing through the tomb, "return to your chambers. I’ll handle this."

As they vanished into the portal, Captain Rohe turned to Aunt Eve, concern darkened his features. "How do we trust a magician?"

"We don’t," she replied coldly. "But you heard who he is. Keep watch over the corpse... and this guard. I smell rebellion in the air. They’ll strike the moment the King rides north to war."

Captain Rohe stood at full alert, and the princess swept from the tomb, her skirt trailing behind her like a banner.

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