Chapter 311: 076 – The Death Of Cornick Kurt 1
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Izlandi thought that she would be bored as she sat listening to the speeches being said about the dead, it was a memorial, after all, there wasn't much to look forward to.
But she found the entire process oddly exhilarating, every time another name was called out, and someone came up to give a speech about all the great achievements of the dead, only one thought entered her head.
'It was me, I'm the one who brought about that person's death, the reason they are all going up there to speak of the dead is because of me,' Izlandi's eyes glowed with vigor, and trembles coursed through her body.
She couldn't stop herself from shaking, the exhilaration of knowing that she was the cause of all this despair was euphoric.
"Child are you alright," Izlandi was pulled from her euphoria when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she almost jolted at the touch, but as she turned around she saw that it was just her uncle shaking her with a look of concern.
Izlandi looked at her uncle with a blank expression, for a second there she felt a strange feeling well up in her heart as she looked at her uncle, he was the only person that showed any real concern for her and treated her like family.
"It's nothing…er… I'm just not feeling all that well," she said shaking her head, "It must be the corset," she said averting her gaze, "It's making it hard to breathe, I think that I'll retire to my room to get some rest," she said and hurriedly turned away.
When she returned inside the keep, Izlandi found the keep to be oddly silent since she poisoned everyone at the feast, the keep had been extremely busy and filled with movement all day long.
Currently, the corridors were completely empty and Izlandi could hear the echo of her every step, as it rang out against the walls of the corridor.
There were barely any guards present either, the only ones that still remained were the ones who had to guard important areas in the keep, as for the servants they were all made to attend the memorial.
Izlandi quickly picked a direction and started to walk with silent steps, until she reached a room with two guards standing at the entrance.
'Of course, father left guards here,' she thought with annoyance and turned around to enter one of the servant's corridors.
Those corridors were a lot narrower and harder to navigate with dozens of twists and turns every couple feet, but Izlandi had spent countless hours as a child exploring those corridors, she knew them like the back of her hand.
She quickly found the other entrance, and right outside was another two guards, only those two were sitting at a small table and playing a game of dice without paying any attention to the door.
She cast a spell to hide her presence that Lirian had thought her and crept past the guards, she opened the door silently and slipped in unnoticed through a small gap.
She walked into a large room, and on the walls, the first thing noticeable was a series of stuffed heads, all of which belonged to mighty and vicious creatures.
Izlandi looked at the wall with disdain, Cornick collected those heads, and spun many a tale about his brave battles fought against the creatures, however, most of them were lies, of all the creature's heads, she'd be surprised if more than two were the results of his own efforts.
The only thing Cornick excelled at was stealing, and those heads were all 'bought' from skilled hunters for a 'fair price'.
He simply turned the tales of the hunters into adventures of his own and told the stories to every person of importance he could find.
As Izlandi walked into the room she soon approached the bed, on it she saw Cornick lying fast asleep wrapped in a full-body cast, there were even some strings attached to some of his limbs to hold them in place and stop him from causing any more harm to his body.
A small smile crept across Izlandi's face as she thought of the suffering he was currently experiencing; his condition was the result of her telling her father about what he had done to the woman who rejected him for another man at the local tavern.
When he was younger he got away with what he had done to her because no one besides her uncle caught him, but mainly because everyone thought that he would become a talented cultivator.
But now, he just barely qualified to be called average as a cultivator, so for doing something that would affect the reputation of the family he was given a vicious beating by their father until almost every bone in his body was broken.
Izlandi stepped closer to the bed and reached out one of her slender arms until it was just an inch away from Cornick's throat, "It would be so easy to kill you right now," she whispered, she could feel her heart racing with every second that passed.
The thought of killing him lit a fire in her body that she was struggling to contain, for so long her deepest desire was to rip him apart and dangle his bloody and naked corpse from the city walls for everyone to see.
But she never dared to act on those desires, for fear of being found out, but now she felt an incomparable desire to wring his throat, she wanted him to wake up and look her in the eye as he struggled against her grip with an expression of unwillingness, as she choked the life out of him.
But she took a deep breath to calm her desires, she couldn't afford to kill him now, if she accidentally slipped up when she left the room and the guards saw her she would be instantly caught.
Besides everyone saw her leave the memorial early, if Cornick died while only she was in the keep, people would have suspicions, after all, no one wanted him dead more than her.
She had plenty of reasons to want to kill him, and the fact that he tried to rape her when they were younger was just one of them, only her uncle, father, grandfather and Stanley knew of the incident.
But what everyone already knew was that all her businesses and properties were going to be transferred to Cornick when she was taken away by House Kant, that was more than enough for them to believe that she would want him dead.
"Just you wait little beast, tonight I will give you a most painful death," she whispered softly with a wide smile blooming on her beautiful face, in all her life Izlandi never recalled smiling so widely as she did at that moment.
Then she stealthily snuck past the guards who were so engrossed in their game of dice that they didn't notice her again.
---
The night came quickly and Izlandi rushed to her dresser and pulled the poison capsule out along with the note Lirian wrote.
She walked out of her room and started to pace around the corridor that led to the kitchen, she was waiting patiently for Cornick's maid to come out with her trolley of food.
It didn't take long before she heard the sound of a trolley's wheels squeaking in the corridor, she quickly hid in one of the side corridors and waited for the trolley to pass her.
When the trolley passed the corridor she was hiding in, Izlandi walked out and gracefully followed behind the trolley for a few corridors before she shouted at the maid ahead of her.
"You stupid servant, is this the place to leave your filth!" she spat in an arrogant tone.
The maid instantly went still and turned around to see Izlandi standing there and pointing at a cloth that was lying on the ground, "My apologies my lady, that is not mine," she said as she did not recognize the cloth.
"Are you lying to me after littering the corridors of the keep?" Izlandi spat in anger, she knew that the cloth didn't belong to the maid, since she was the one who put it there.
The maid hurriedly shook her pretty head, "No, I would never lie to my lady," she said bowing deeply and begging for forgiveness.
"Hurry up and pick up this filth," Izlandi spat and started to walk forward.
"I will get to it at once," the maid squeaked out with shaking eyes, as she saw Izlandi coming closer to her, she went running towards the cloth like her life depended on it.
Izlandi stopped by the trolley, there were merely two jugs on a tray, one was filled with wine and the other was water that had a food pellet dissolved in it.
Due to Cornick's condition, he couldn't eat solid foods hence he could only consume liquids.
She slid the capsule into the wine jar and pushed the note underneath the tray, before slipping away without paying any attention to the maid.
As she walked away she pulled off her glove and opened her hand, her mana was already activating the circle and with just a thought, the capsule was released.
Izlandi let out a light laugh as she returned to her room.
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Izlandi thought that she would be bored as she sat listening to the speeches being said about the dead, it was a memorial, after all, there wasn't much to look forward to.
But she found the entire process oddly exhilarating, every time another name was called out, and someone came up to give a speech about all the great achievements of the dead, only one thought entered her head.
'It was me, I'm the one who brought about that person's death, the reason they are all going up there to speak of the dead is because of me,' Izlandi's eyes glowed with vigor, and trembles coursed through her body.
She couldn't stop herself from shaking, the exhilaration of knowing that she was the cause of all this despair was euphoric.
"Child are you alright," Izlandi was pulled from her euphoria when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she almost jolted at the touch, but as she turned around she saw that it was just her uncle shaking her with a look of concern.
Izlandi looked at her uncle with a blank expression, for a second there she felt a strange feeling well up in her heart as she looked at her uncle, he was the only person that showed any real concern for her and treated her like family.
"It's nothing…er… I'm just not feeling all that well," she said shaking her head, "It must be the corset," she said averting her gaze, "It's making it hard to breathe, I think that I'll retire to my room to get some rest," she said and hurriedly turned away.
When she returned inside the keep, Izlandi found the keep to be oddly silent since she poisoned everyone at the feast, the keep had been extremely busy and filled with movement all day long.
Currently, the corridors were completely empty and Izlandi could hear the echo of her every step, as it rang out against the walls of the corridor.
There were barely any guards present either, the only ones that still remained were the ones who had to guard important areas in the keep, as for the servants they were all made to attend the memorial.
Izlandi quickly picked a direction and started to walk with silent steps, until she reached a room with two guards standing at the entrance.
'Of course, father left guards here,' she thought with annoyance and turned around to enter one of the servant's corridors.
Those corridors were a lot narrower and harder to navigate with dozens of twists and turns every couple feet, but Izlandi had spent countless hours as a child exploring those corridors, she knew them like the back of her hand.
She quickly found the other entrance, and right outside was another two guards, only those two were sitting at a small table and playing a game of dice without paying any attention to the door.
She cast a spell to hide her presence that Lirian had thought her and crept past the guards, she opened the door silently and slipped in unnoticed through a small gap.
She walked into a large room, and on the walls, the first thing noticeable was a series of stuffed heads, all of which belonged to mighty and vicious creatures.
Izlandi looked at the wall with disdain, Cornick collected those heads, and spun many a tale about his brave battles fought against the creatures, however, most of them were lies, of all the creature's heads, she'd be surprised if more than two were the results of his own efforts.
The only thing Cornick excelled at was stealing, and those heads were all 'bought' from skilled hunters for a 'fair price'.
He simply turned the tales of the hunters into adventures of his own and told the stories to every person of importance he could find.
As Izlandi walked into the room she soon approached the bed, on it she saw Cornick lying fast asleep wrapped in a full-body cast, there were even some strings attached to some of his limbs to hold them in place and stop him from causing any more harm to his body.
A small smile crept across Izlandi's face as she thought of the suffering he was currently experiencing; his condition was the result of her telling her father about what he had done to the woman who rejected him for another man at the local tavern.
When he was younger he got away with what he had done to her because no one besides her uncle caught him, but mainly because everyone thought that he would become a talented cultivator.
But now, he just barely qualified to be called average as a cultivator, so for doing something that would affect the reputation of the family he was given a vicious beating by their father until almost every bone in his body was broken.
Izlandi stepped closer to the bed and reached out one of her slender arms until it was just an inch away from Cornick's throat, "It would be so easy to kill you right now," she whispered, she could feel her heart racing with every second that passed.
The thought of killing him lit a fire in her body that she was struggling to contain, for so long her deepest desire was to rip him apart and dangle his bloody and naked corpse from the city walls for everyone to see.
But she never dared to act on those desires, for fear of being found out, but now she felt an incomparable desire to wring his throat, she wanted him to wake up and look her in the eye as he struggled against her grip with an expression of unwillingness, as she choked the life out of him.
But she took a deep breath to calm her desires, she couldn't afford to kill him now, if she accidentally slipped up when she left the room and the guards saw her she would be instantly caught.
Besides everyone saw her leave the memorial early, if Cornick died while only she was in the keep, people would have suspicions, after all, no one wanted him dead more than her.
She had plenty of reasons to want to kill him, and the fact that he tried to rape her when they were younger was just one of them, only her uncle, father, grandfather and Stanley knew of the incident.
But what everyone already knew was that all her businesses and properties were going to be transferred to Cornick when she was taken away by House Kant, that was more than enough for them to believe that she would want him dead.
"Just you wait little beast, tonight I will give you a most painful death," she whispered softly with a wide smile blooming on her beautiful face, in all her life Izlandi never recalled smiling so widely as she did at that moment.
Then she stealthily snuck past the guards who were so engrossed in their game of dice that they didn't notice her again.
---
The night came quickly and Izlandi rushed to her dresser and pulled the poison capsule out along with the note Lirian wrote.
She walked out of her room and started to pace around the corridor that led to the kitchen, she was waiting patiently for Cornick's maid to come out with her trolley of food.
It didn't take long before she heard the sound of a trolley's wheels squeaking in the corridor, she quickly hid in one of the side corridors and waited for the trolley to pass her.
When the trolley passed the corridor she was hiding in, Izlandi walked out and gracefully followed behind the trolley for a few corridors before she shouted at the maid ahead of her.
"You stupid servant, is this the place to leave your filth!" she spat in an arrogant tone.
The maid instantly went still and turned around to see Izlandi standing there and pointing at a cloth that was lying on the ground, "My apologies my lady, that is not mine," she said as she did not recognize the cloth.
"Are you lying to me after littering the corridors of the keep?" Izlandi spat in anger, she knew that the cloth didn't belong to the maid, since she was the one who put it there.
The maid hurriedly shook her pretty head, "No, I would never lie to my lady," she said bowing deeply and begging for forgiveness.
"Hurry up and pick up this filth," Izlandi spat and started to walk forward.
"I will get to it at once," the maid squeaked out with shaking eyes, as she saw Izlandi coming closer to her, she went running towards the cloth like her life depended on it.
Izlandi stopped by the trolley, there were merely two jugs on a tray, one was filled with wine and the other was water that had a food pellet dissolved in it.
Due to Cornick's condition, he couldn't eat solid foods hence he could only consume liquids.
She slid the capsule into the wine jar and pushed the note underneath the tray, before slipping away without paying any attention to the maid.
As she walked away she pulled off her glove and opened her hand, her mana was already activating the circle and with just a thought, the capsule was released.
Izlandi let out a light laugh as she returned to her room.
Izlandi thought that she would be bored as she sat listening to the speeches being said about the dead, it was a memorial, after all, there wasn't much to look forward to.But she found the entire process oddly exhilarating, every time another name was called out, and someone came up to give a speech about all the great achievements of the dead, only one thought entered her head.'It was me, I'm the one who brought about that person's death, the reason they are all going up there to speak of the dead is because of me,' Izlandi's eyes glowed with vigor, and trembles coursed through her body.She couldn't stop herself from shaking, the exhilaration of knowing that she was the cause of all this despair was euphoric."Child are you alright," Izlandi was pulled from her euphoria when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she almost jolted at the touch, but as she turned around she saw that it was just her uncle shaking her with a look of concern.Izlandi looked at her uncle with a blank expression, for a second there she felt a strange feeling well up in her heart as she looked at her uncle, he was the only person that showed any real concern for her and treated her like family."It's nothinger I'm just not feeling all that well," she said shaking her head, "It must be the corset," she said averting her gaze, "It's making it hard to breathe, I think that I'll retire to my room to get some rest," she said and hurriedly turned away.When she returned inside the keep, Izlandi found the keep to be oddly silent since she poisoned everyone at the feast, the keep had been extremely busy and filled with movement all day long.Currently, the corridors were completely empty and Izlandi could hear the echo of her every step, as it rang out against the walls of the corridor.There were barely any guards present either, the only ones that still remained were the ones who had to guard important areas in the keep, as for the servants they were all made to attend the memorial.Izlandi quickly picked a direction and started to walk with silent steps, until she reached a room with two guards standing at the entrance.'Of course, father left guards here,' she thought with annoyance and turned around to enter one of the servant's corridors.Those corridors were a lot narrower and harder to navigate with dozens of twists and turns every couple feet, but Izlandi had spent countless hours as a child exploring those corridors, she knew them like the back of her hand.She quickly found the other entrance, and right outside was another two guards, only those two were sitting at a small table and playing a game of dice without paying any attention to the door.She cast a spell to hide her presence that Lirian had thought her and crept past the guards, she opened the door silently and slipped in unnoticed through a small gap.She walked into a large room, and on the walls, the first thing noticeable was a series of stuffed heads, all of which belonged to mighty and vicious creatures.Izlandi looked at the wall with disdain, Cornick collected those heads, and spun many a tale about his brave battles fought against the creatures, however, most of them were lies, of all the creature's heads, she'd be surprised if more than two were the results of his own efforts.The only thing Cornick excelled at was stealing, and those heads were all 'bought' from skilled hunters for a 'fair price'.He simply turned the tales of the hunters into adventures of his own and told the stories to every person of importance he could find.As Izlandi walked into the room she soon approached the bed, on it she saw Cornick lying fast asleep wrapped in a full-body cast, there were even some strings attached to some of his limbs to hold them in place and stop him from causing any more harm to his body.A small smile crept across Izlandi's face as she thought of the suffering he was currently experiencing; his condition was the result of her telling her father about what he had done to the woman who rejected him for another man at the local tavern.When he was younger he got away with what he had done to her because no one besides her uncle caught him, but mainly because everyone thought that he would become a talented cultivator.But now, he just barely qualified to be called average as a cultivator, so for doing something that would affect the reputation of the family he was given a vicious beating by their father until almost every bone in his body was broken.Izlandi stepped closer to the bed and reached out one of her slender arms until it was just an inch away from Cornick's throat, "It would be so easy to kill you right now," she whispered, she could feel her heart racing with every second that passed.The thought of killing him lit a fire in her body that she was struggling to contain, for so long her deepest desire was to rip him apart and dangle his bloody and naked corpse from the city walls for everyone to see.But she never dared to act on those desires, for fear of being found out, but now she felt an incomparable desire to wring his throat, she wanted him to wake up and look her in the eye as he struggled against her grip with an expression of unwillingness, as she choked the life out of him.But she took a deep breath to calm her desires, she couldn't afford to kill him now, if she accidentally slipped up when she left the room and the guards saw her she would be instantly caught.Besides everyone saw her leave the memorial early, if Cornick died while only she was in the keep, people would have suspicions, after all, no one wanted him dead more than her.She had plenty of reasons to want to kill him, and the fact that he tried to rape her when they were younger was just one of them, only her uncle, father, grandfather and Stanley knew of the incident.But what everyone already knew was that all her businesses and properties were going to be transferred to Cornick when she was taken away by House Kant, that was more than enough for them to believe that she would want him dead."Just you wait little beast, tonight I will give you a most painful death," she whispered softly with a wide smile blooming on her beautiful face, in all her life Izlandi never recalled smiling so widely as she did at that moment.Then she stealthily snuck past the guards who were so engrossed in their game of dice that they didn't notice her again.---The night came quickly and Izlandi rushed to her dresser and pulled the poison capsule out along with the note Lirian wrote.She walked out of her room and started to pace around the corridor that led to the kitchen, she was waiting patiently for Cornick's maid to come out with her trolley of food.It didn't take long before she heard the sound of a trolley's wheels squeaking in the corridor, she quickly hid in one of the side corridors and waited for the trolley to pass her.When the trolley passed the corridor she was hiding in, Izlandi walked out and gracefully followed behind the trolley for a few corridors before she shouted at the maid ahead of her."You stupid servant, is this the place to leave your filth!" she spat in an arrogant tone.The maid instantly went still and turned around to see Izlandi standing there and pointing at a cloth that was lying on the ground, "My apologies my lady, that is not mine," she said as she did not recognize the cloth."Are you lying to me after littering the corridors of the keep?" Izlandi spat in anger, she knew that the cloth didn't belong to the maid, since she was the one who put it there.The maid hurriedly shook her pretty head, "No, I would never lie to my lady," she said bowing deeply and begging for forgiveness."Hurry up and pick up this filth," Izlandi spat and started to walk forward."I will get to it at once," the maid squeaked out with shaking eyes, as she saw Izlandi coming closer to her, she went running towards the cloth like her life depended on it.Izlandi stopped by the trolley, there were merely two jugs on a tray, one was filled with wine and the other was water that had a food pellet dissolved in it.Due to Cornick's condition, he couldn't eat solid foods hence he could only consume liquids.She slid the capsule into the wine jar and pushed the note underneath the tray, before slipping away without paying any attention to the maid.As she walked away she pulled off her glove and opened her hand, her mana was already activating the circle and with just a thought, the capsule was released.Izlandi let out a light laugh as she returned to her room.
