Chapter 312: 077 – The Death Of Cornick Kurt 2
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Shouts passed through the corridors of the keep and before long the doors of every important member of the family were pushed open.
Izlandi woke with a start, she had been having a rather lovely dream when the doors were pushed open, and she saw a familiar image of her uncle coming in to check on her.
"Did something happen?" Izlandi asked while stifling a large yawn.
"Come with me?" her uncle said seriously, and soon she was dragged along with her uncle while dressed in her night clothes.
Despite the seriousness of the situation she dragged her legs as she followed after her uncle, she already knew what the news was, so she couldn't bring herself to feign being scared, especially with how happy she was feeling.
Fear was probably the last emotion she could feign right now.
Before long she was inside Cornick's room, it was filled with people who were forming a circle around the scene, but no one dared to approach.
Aside from her father and Stanley who were already standing at the side of the bed, looking at Cornick with saddened eyes.
As Izlandi's gaze fell on Cornick's corpse she struggled to keep a straight face, all she wanted to do was smile but she had to play at being surprised, as she looked at his bloodied corpse.
His body was riddled with large bloody holes that made it look like something clawed its way out of his body, but that was just the effect of the poison.
There was blood and mangled flesh splattered all over the room even the ceiling was not spared from the filth, Izlandi couldn't help but sigh in admiration of Lirian for being able to create such a vicious poison, it gave Cornick a death he well deserved.
Her only regret was not being able to be there to witness his screams personally.
On the floor besides Cornick's she saw the maid from the night before, evidently, the maid tasted the wine first before giving it to Cornick, her body was just bloodied and foam covered her mouth and the floor where she landed, so Izlandi guessed that it was because she only had a small sip of the wine while Cornick had a lot of it.
She stepped into the bloodied zone and she made her way to the tray that had the food and wine jugs sitting on it, as she popped the lids open she saw that the one with the food pellet was hardly touched, while the jug of wine was almost emptied out.
'How typical,' she mused happily, she knew that Cornick would choose wine over food, it was to be expected of a pig.
Her uncle followed behind her with a morbid expression and looked into the jars, "Do you think that the wine was poisoned?" she asked chirpily, the happiness she was exuding, was impossible for anyone to miss.
Her uncle glanced at the maid and Cornick then back at the wine, "Possibly," he answered, "And child even if you hated him try to act like you're grieving," he whispered in her ear.
"Why should I act like I'm sad?" she asked loudly so that everyone could hear, "I'm happy that he's dead, he was nothing but a useless and disgusting pig, and frankly I'm extremely glad that he died such a miserable death, or have you forgotten what he tried to do to me when we were children," she snapped angrily.
She realised that she wouldn't be able to hide her joy so she decided to change things up a bit, people were bound to think of her as a possible suspect, but now they might not think so, since she so openly admitted to wanting him dead at the crime scene.
It wasn't like anyone could prove that it was her anyway.
"You're glad that my son is dead?" she heard her father suddenly speak in a very calm and firm tone, yet she felt waves of pressure landing on her.
As intimidating as her father was, she still managed to stand firmly and raise her head, "He was a swine and a disgrace, isn't that why you put him such a state in the first place," she spat at her father and pointed at the cast that was still wrapped around Cornick's body.
"The only thing I'm sad about today, is that I wasn't there to see him die myself," her eyes were burning with conviction when she said those words.
In the next moment Izlandi felt like all her senses were suddenly mangled, she couldn't tell up from down or left from right, hell she couldn't even see where she was going.
She could only feel the weightlessness of her body and a spiraling pain that ran through her body like jolts of electricity running laps around every strand of her flesh.
Izlandi rolled over on the ground feeling like she had just tasted death, her small and elegant face had swollen to three times its size, and she could barely move her body.
When her eyes stopped spinning she found that she was on the opposite end of the room, and she was fairly certain that the room was shaking.
As she looked at her father she could see that he was saying something as he walked closer to her but her ears were ringing and she couldn't make out a word he was saying.
As her father was stepping towards her, she instinctively curled up into a ball on the floor, as she was filled with fear.
But just as she thought that her father was going to hit her again, she saw her uncle put a hand on her father's shoulder and shake his head.
She didn't know what happened after that because she fell unconscious.
---
"You're too soft on her, she needs to learn a lesson," Rupid was saying to his brother, Conner.
Conner shook his head, "There are too many people here brother," he tried to reason with Rupid, "Besides if you cause too much damage to her who knows what House Kant will do," he added.
He knew that affection wouldn't stop his brother from doing something to Izlandi, so he went with the only thing that would work, his brother cared more about the fate of House Kurt than anything, so that was the only way to calm him.
Rupid thought for a second before remembering how unreasonable nobles could be especially if they had the power to push you around, which House Kant could certainly do to his family.
If they found so much as a scratch on her body, he wouldn't put it past them to make some unreasonable demands for additional compensation, it was just the way nobles were.
"Take her to the infirmary and get her healed," he said in a firm tone to a group of people who were gathered around her unconscious body.
Rupid took a deep breath and looked around the room for any clues left behind by the killer, but that's when he noticed that the room had turned into an even bigger mess, all he did was give her one slap and the entire room had turned upside down, but that was when something caught his eye.
The trolley had fallen over, and a note fluttered to the ground, "What is that?" he asked pointing at the note.
Conner looked to the place his brother was pointing and reached out to pick up the note, as he read the contents of the note a dark expression filled his face along with a great deal of anger.
Rupid took the note and read it for himself.
---
- The fun and games at House Kurt have only just begun.
This was just my practice run to get the games started
Who shall I pick as my next target?
It's so hard to decide with so many lovely, no wait scratch that, ugly options… forgive me I forgot that your ancestors used to fuck toads.
But who will I ever choose, maybe I'll go for someone important next time, how about adept Reyna?
Better lock your doors and place your guards at all entrances, because things are about to get bloody.
P.S. House Kurt is filled with so many traitors.
- wishing you all a most wonderful time, yours sincerely… Hahaha… as if you have the right to know.
---
Even Lord Rupid's face turned to a shade of grey as he read the contents of the note, he crumpled the note in his fist and flung it with all his strength.
Stanley jumped forward and grabbed the note before unfolding it and reading it for himself.
When he was done he looked up between his father and uncle, "This has got to be some joke, whoever this is, they are just trying to mess with us, to make us jump at each-others throats," he said with anger.
"Yes boy, we obviously know that," his uncle said, "But whoever this person is they have proved that they have the ability to sneak into the keep unnoticed and administer a traceless poison," he said with worry, he was especially worried when he saw his daughters name on the note.
He looked at the note again and this time he noticed something else, a detail he had previously missed.
He picked it out of Stanley's hand and brought it in front of his brother, "Brother look at the penmanship," he said pointing at the extremely elegant strokes, "Whoever wrote this has to be someone important, or someone belonging to an important house," he said with an edgy voice.
A heavy mood was cast over the trio, as they felt like the situation had taken a turn for the worst.
Unbeknownst to them, Izlandi came up with the part of the plan for Lirian to write that note in such an elegant hand, precisely because she wanted to create such an effect.
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Shouts passed through the corridors of the keep and before long the doors of every important member of the family were pushed open.
Izlandi woke with a start, she had been having a rather lovely dream when the doors were pushed open, and she saw a familiar image of her uncle coming in to check on her.
"Did something happen?" Izlandi asked while stifling a large yawn.
"Come with me?" her uncle said seriously, and soon she was dragged along with her uncle while dressed in her night clothes.
Despite the seriousness of the situation she dragged her legs as she followed after her uncle, she already knew what the news was, so she couldn't bring herself to feign being scared, especially with how happy she was feeling.
Fear was probably the last emotion she could feign right now.
Before long she was inside Cornick's room, it was filled with people who were forming a circle around the scene, but no one dared to approach.
Aside from her father and Stanley who were already standing at the side of the bed, looking at Cornick with saddened eyes.
As Izlandi's gaze fell on Cornick's corpse she struggled to keep a straight face, all she wanted to do was smile but she had to play at being surprised, as she looked at his bloodied corpse.
His body was riddled with large bloody holes that made it look like something clawed its way out of his body, but that was just the effect of the poison.
There was blood and mangled flesh splattered all over the room even the ceiling was not spared from the filth, Izlandi couldn't help but sigh in admiration of Lirian for being able to create such a vicious poison, it gave Cornick a death he well deserved.
Her only regret was not being able to be there to witness his screams personally.
On the floor besides Cornick's she saw the maid from the night before, evidently, the maid tasted the wine first before giving it to Cornick, her body was just bloodied and foam covered her mouth and the floor where she landed, so Izlandi guessed that it was because she only had a small sip of the wine while Cornick had a lot of it.
She stepped into the bloodied zone and she made her way to the tray that had the food and wine jugs sitting on it, as she popped the lids open she saw that the one with the food pellet was hardly touched, while the jug of wine was almost emptied out.
'How typical,' she mused happily, she knew that Cornick would choose wine over food, it was to be expected of a pig.
Her uncle followed behind her with a morbid expression and looked into the jars, "Do you think that the wine was poisoned?" she asked chirpily, the happiness she was exuding, was impossible for anyone to miss.
Her uncle glanced at the maid and Cornick then back at the wine, "Possibly," he answered, "And child even if you hated him try to act like you're grieving," he whispered in her ear.
"Why should I act like I'm sad?" she asked loudly so that everyone could hear, "I'm happy that he's dead, he was nothing but a useless and disgusting pig, and frankly I'm extremely glad that he died such a miserable death, or have you forgotten what he tried to do to me when we were children," she snapped angrily.
She realised that she wouldn't be able to hide her joy so she decided to change things up a bit, people were bound to think of her as a possible suspect, but now they might not think so, since she so openly admitted to wanting him dead at the crime scene.
It wasn't like anyone could prove that it was her anyway.
"You're glad that my son is dead?" she heard her father suddenly speak in a very calm and firm tone, yet she felt waves of pressure landing on her.
As intimidating as her father was, she still managed to stand firmly and raise her head, "He was a swine and a disgrace, isn't that why you put him such a state in the first place," she spat at her father and pointed at the cast that was still wrapped around Cornick's body.
"The only thing I'm sad about today, is that I wasn't there to see him die myself," her eyes were burning with conviction when she said those words.
In the next moment Izlandi felt like all her senses were suddenly mangled, she couldn't tell up from down or left from right, hell she couldn't even see where she was going.
She could only feel the weightlessness of her body and a spiraling pain that ran through her body like jolts of electricity running laps around every strand of her flesh.
Izlandi rolled over on the ground feeling like she had just tasted death, her small and elegant face had swollen to three times its size, and she could barely move her body.
When her eyes stopped spinning she found that she was on the opposite end of the room, and she was fairly certain that the room was shaking.
As she looked at her father she could see that he was saying something as he walked closer to her but her ears were ringing and she couldn't make out a word he was saying.
As her father was stepping towards her, she instinctively curled up into a ball on the floor, as she was filled with fear.
But just as she thought that her father was going to hit her again, she saw her uncle put a hand on her father's shoulder and shake his head.
She didn't know what happened after that because she fell unconscious.
---
"You're too soft on her, she needs to learn a lesson," Rupid was saying to his brother, Conner.
Conner shook his head, "There are too many people here brother," he tried to reason with Rupid, "Besides if you cause too much damage to her who knows what House Kant will do," he added.
He knew that affection wouldn't stop his brother from doing something to Izlandi, so he went with the only thing that would work, his brother cared more about the fate of House Kurt than anything, so that was the only way to calm him.
Rupid thought for a second before remembering how unreasonable nobles could be especially if they had the power to push you around, which House Kant could certainly do to his family.
If they found so much as a scratch on her body, he wouldn't put it past them to make some unreasonable demands for additional compensation, it was just the way nobles were.
"Take her to the infirmary and get her healed," he said in a firm tone to a group of people who were gathered around her unconscious body.
Rupid took a deep breath and looked around the room for any clues left behind by the killer, but that's when he noticed that the room had turned into an even bigger mess, all he did was give her one slap and the entire room had turned upside down, but that was when something caught his eye.
The trolley had fallen over, and a note fluttered to the ground, "What is that?" he asked pointing at the note.
Conner looked to the place his brother was pointing and reached out to pick up the note, as he read the contents of the note a dark expression filled his face along with a great deal of anger.
Rupid took the note and read it for himself.
---
- The fun and games at House Kurt have only just begun.
This was just my practice run to get the games started
Who shall I pick as my next target?
It's so hard to decide with so many lovely, no wait scratch that, ugly options… forgive me I forgot that your ancestors used to fuck toads.
But who will I ever choose, maybe I'll go for someone important next time, how about adept Reyna?
Better lock your doors and place your guards at all entrances, because things are about to get bloody.
P.S. House Kurt is filled with so many traitors.
- wishing you all a most wonderful time, yours sincerely… Hahaha… as if you have the right to know.
---
Even Lord Rupid's face turned to a shade of grey as he read the contents of the note, he crumpled the note in his fist and flung it with all his strength.
Stanley jumped forward and grabbed the note before unfolding it and reading it for himself.
When he was done he looked up between his father and uncle, "This has got to be some joke, whoever this is, they are just trying to mess with us, to make us jump at each-others throats," he said with anger.
"Yes boy, we obviously know that," his uncle said, "But whoever this person is they have proved that they have the ability to sneak into the keep unnoticed and administer a traceless poison," he said with worry, he was especially worried when he saw his daughters name on the note.
He looked at the note again and this time he noticed something else, a detail he had previously missed.
He picked it out of Stanley's hand and brought it in front of his brother, "Brother look at the penmanship," he said pointing at the extremely elegant strokes, "Whoever wrote this has to be someone important, or someone belonging to an important house," he said with an edgy voice.
A heavy mood was cast over the trio, as they felt like the situation had taken a turn for the worst.
Unbeknownst to them, Izlandi came up with the part of the plan for Lirian to write that note in such an elegant hand, precisely because she wanted to create such an effect.
Shouts passed through the corridors of the keep and before long the doors of every important member of the family were pushed open.Izlandi woke with a start, she had been having a rather lovely dream when the doors were pushed open, and she saw a familiar image of her uncle coming in to check on her."Did something happen?" Izlandi asked while stifling a large yawn."Come with me?" her uncle said seriously, and soon she was dragged along with her uncle while dressed in her night clothes.Despite the seriousness of the situation she dragged her legs as she followed after her uncle, she already knew what the news was, so she couldn't bring herself to feign being scared, especially with how happy she was feeling.Fear was probably the last emotion she could feign right now.Before long she was inside Cornick's room, it was filled with people who were forming a circle around the scene, but no one dared to approach.Aside from her father and Stanley who were already standing at the side of the bed, looking at Cornick with saddened eyes.As Izlandi's gaze fell on Cornick's corpse she struggled to keep a straight face, all she wanted to do was smile but she had to play at being surprised, as she looked at his bloodied corpse.His body was riddled with large bloody holes that made it look like something clawed its way out of his body, but that was just the effect of the poison.There was blood and mangled flesh splattered all over the room even the ceiling was not spared from the filth, Izlandi couldn't help but sigh in admiration of Lirian for being able to create such a vicious poison, it gave Cornick a death he well deserved.Her only regret was not being able to be there to witness his screams personally.On the floor besides Cornick's she saw the maid from the night before, evidently, the maid tasted the wine first before giving it to Cornick, her body was just bloodied and foam covered her mouth and the floor where she landed, so Izlandi guessed that it was because she only had a small sip of the wine while Cornick had a lot of it.She stepped into the bloodied zone and she made her way to the tray that had the food and wine jugs sitting on it, as she popped the lids open she saw that the one with the food pellet was hardly touched, while the jug of wine was almost emptied out.'How typical,' she mused happily, she knew that Cornick would choose wine over food, it was to be expected of a pig.Her uncle followed behind her with a morbid expression and looked into the jars, "Do you think that the wine was poisoned?" she asked chirpily, the happiness she was exuding, was impossible for anyone to miss.Her uncle glanced at the maid and Cornick then back at the wine, "Possibly," he answered, "And child even if you hated him try to act like you're grieving," he whispered in her ear."Why should I act like I'm sad?" she asked loudly so that everyone could hear, "I'm happy that he's dead, he was nothing but a useless and disgusting pig, and frankly I'm extremely glad that he died such a miserable death, or have you forgotten what he tried to do to me when we were children," she snapped angrily.She realised that she wouldn't be able to hide her joy so she decided to change things up a bit, people were bound to think of her as a possible suspect, but now they might not think so, since she so openly admitted to wanting him dead at the crime scene.It wasn't like anyone could prove that it was her anyway."You're glad that my son is dead?" she heard her father suddenly speak in a very calm and firm tone, yet she felt waves of pressure landing on her.As intimidating as her father was, she still managed to stand firmly and raise her head, "He was a swine and a disgrace, isn't that why you put him such a state in the first place," she spat at her father and pointed at the cast that was still wrapped around Cornick's body."The only thing I'm sad about today, is that I wasn't there to see him die myself," her eyes were burning with conviction when she said those words.In the next moment Izlandi felt like all her senses were suddenly mangled, she couldn't tell up from down or left from right, hell she couldn't even see where she was going.She could only feel the weightlessness of her body and a spiraling pain that ran through her body like jolts of electricity running laps around every strand of her flesh.Izlandi rolled over on the ground feeling like she had just tasted death, her small and elegant face had swollen to three times its size, and she could barely move her body.When her eyes stopped spinning she found that she was on the opposite end of the room, and she was fairly certain that the room was shaking.As she looked at her father she could see that he was saying something as he walked closer to her but her ears were ringing and she couldn't make out a word he was saying.As her father was stepping towards her, she instinctively curled up into a ball on the floor, as she was filled with fear.But just as she thought that her father was going to hit her again, she saw her uncle put a hand on her father's shoulder and shake his head.She didn't know what happened after that because she fell unconscious.---"You're too soft on her, she needs to learn a lesson," Rupid was saying to his brother, Conner.Conner shook his head, "There are too many people here brother," he tried to reason with Rupid, "Besides if you cause too much damage to her who knows what House Kant will do," he added.He knew that affection wouldn't stop his brother from doing something to Izlandi, so he went with the only thing that would work, his brother cared more about the fate of House Kurt than anything, so that was the only way to calm him.Rupid thought for a second before remembering how unreasonable nobles could be especially if they had the power to push you around, which House Kant could certainly do to his family.If they found so much as a scratch on her body, he wouldn't put it past them to make some unreasonable demands for additional compensation, it was just the way nobles were."Take her to the infirmary and get her healed," he said in a firm tone to a group of people who were gathered around her unconscious body.Rupid took a deep breath and looked around the room for any clues left behind by the killer, but that's when he noticed that the room had turned into an even bigger mess, all he did was give her one slap and the entire room had turned upside down, but that was when something caught his eye.The trolley had fallen over, and a note fluttered to the ground, "What is that?" he asked pointing at the note.Conner looked to the place his brother was pointing and reached out to pick up the note, as he read the contents of the note a dark expression filled his face along with a great deal of anger.Rupid took the note and read it for himself.---- The fun and games at House Kurt have only just begun.This was just my practice run to get the games startedWho shall I pick as my next target?It's so hard to decide with so many lovely, no wait scratch that, ugly options forgive me I forgot that your ancestors used to fuck toads.But who will I ever choose, maybe I'll go for someone important next time, how about adept Reyna?Better lock your doors and place your guards at all entrances, because things are about to get bloody.P.S. House Kurt is filled with so many traitors.- wishing you all a most wonderful time, yours sincerely Hahaha as if you have the right to know.---Even Lord Rupid's face turned to a shade of grey as he read the contents of the note, he crumpled the note in his fist and flung it with all his strength.Stanley jumped forward and grabbed the note before unfolding it and reading it for himself.When he was done he looked up between his father and uncle, "This has got to be some joke, whoever this is, they are just trying to mess with us, to make us jump at each-others throats," he said with anger."Yes boy, we obviously know that," his uncle said, "But whoever this person is they have proved that they have the ability to sneak into the keep unnoticed and administer a traceless poison," he said with worry, he was especially worried when he saw his daughters name on the note.He looked at the note again and this time he noticed something else, a detail he had previously missed.He picked it out of Stanley's hand and brought it in front of his brother, "Brother look at the penmanship," he said pointing at the extremely elegant strokes, "Whoever wrote this has to be someone important, or someone belonging to an important house," he said with an edgy voice.A heavy mood was cast over the trio, as they felt like the situation had taken a turn for the worst.Unbeknownst to them, Izlandi came up with the part of the plan for Lirian to write that note in such an elegant hand, precisely because she wanted to create such an effect.
