Chapter 4: Mirror, Mirror on the wall... (Part III)
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“Why you… How dare you disrespect the son of a Count?!” He tried to slap me a second time but of course, I’m already prepared.
Apparently, I still have the full memory of my self-defense training. I blocked his attacking right arm with an elbow then gave him a straight punch to his solar plexus, making him wriggle in pain while suffocating on the ground.
The other boys wanted to help in dealing with me but my face is enough to tell them that I won’t back down even if I break their necks. This little tyke is already crying even though my punch was very weak to the point that it won’t even be enough to knock someone out. The commotion was suddenly big enough to cause a few of the adults to actually come inside the room.
Worst case scenario… the father of this piece of s**t was the first to respond…
His eyes turned red as he marched towards his son that was on the floor. “WHO IN THE WORLD DID THIS?!” He shouted as the rest of the children moved aside.
I was the only one left beside our table. I crossed my arms while looking straight at the man.
“I punched him in his stomach because he slapped me,” I said trying to state my reason.
He moved closer to the point that we are almost face to face. “Whose child are you…”
If I want to maximize the amount of damage that I’ll do, I need to suffer a few more hits to drag them down…
“My Daddy told me not to talk to strange people,” I replied with a smile.
The bastard slapped me so hard I fell on the floor holding my cheek. f**k that hurts!
“Stop it Count Agoncillo!” Madeline intervened to prevent me from getting stepped on.
His anger knows no boundaries as he shoved her aside. Good thing there were people that were willing to catch her. Mimi being distraught with the turn of events, went out while crying because of the amount of violence she has seen.
Count Agoncillo pointed his finger at the wounded Madeline, “Know your place you wench?! The only reason why you are here is because your f*****g parents begged me to bring both you sisters here!”
He held her on her dress as he was preparing another slap straight to her face. Madeline is already half conscious due to pain and that final hit may hurt more than it should be. I had to do something…
“Is that what you can only do you trash? Hit little girls who can’t fight back!”
“Can’t fight back huh?! Okay then tell me who your f*****g parents are!”
Before I knew it a cold aura emanated in the room. A large dark silhouette could be seen behind the count as we all stopped because of fear… We don’t know when or how it arrived but the only thing that we can see is a set of blue prismatic eyes staring at us. This ability is familiar… (My head is starting to feel light at this point)
“She doesn’t have to say a word because I’m already here…” It’s Daddy… and oh boy is he very angry… It was only for a brief moment but I swear I saw shadows of several snakes wrap around the Count as if it was trying to strangle him
This is the first time I’ve seen him radiate this much repressed anger. Daddy and I locked eyes for a bit as he saw my ruined state. My eyes are swollen red with a few hand marks on my cheeks and a bruise near my neck.
The count turned around and his face suddenly dropped.
“T-that…” He knew he f****d up big time.
“My daughter was right that you can only hit little girls huh…”
Mimi appeared behind daddy while looking angry at the count. Mimi must’ve called daddy from the outside to help me.
The Duke also arrived in the room seeing the commotion. It didn’t take too long for him to establish what happened just by looking at the aftermath.
“Who struck first?” Duke Castillo asked.
The kids pointed the Count’s child.
“So Count Agoncillo took over and punished the young Ekaterina in his steed…”
Duke Castillo grabbed Agoncillo by his collar and shook him.
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’VE DONE YOU STUPID f**k?!”
He then ordered the maids to usher the children outside (this includes Mimi) except me and the count’s son. As soon as the doors closed, the duke began to punch the count continuously until he fell onto the floor with the blood on the count’s nose tainting his attire. His son tried to console him but even I don’t feel any remorse for his behavior.
Daddy asked the duke to step aside for a bit before speaking to the count face to face, “I’m so angry right now that I can use just a little bit of my force to rip your organs out of your chest and display it in front of your child…”
He held his neck tightly, “Do you wanna see that? You’re itching for a fight right?”
“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t know… she wa-“, Daddy is strangling him with just one hand.
If this continues Daddy will snap his neck. I stood up amidst being dizzy and held Daddy’s arm…
“Please daddy stop!” I need to minimize the outcome for as far as I can.
“These people hurt you Eka… If I don’t teach them a lesson, they will do this to other people the same way they did it to you and your friend…”
I know… I know that very well… However, I know of a more effective way…
“Mr. Duke…”
“Yes, dear…” Even Duke Castillo is trying his best to hold himself up or he would end up punching this stupid Count to death.
“Can you revoke the count’s title?”
“Of course I can. Is that all that you want?”
I nodded yes… f**k, my strength is starting to fade because of mana fatigue and the slaps that I took. I really hate my durability at this early stage… My body began to fall as Daddy caught me in his arms, quickly letting go of his grip on Count Agoncillo. Daddy is shouting my name while calling the maids posted outside for first aid.
We then stood up and walked towards the door but before we actually left, I heard Daddy give the count one last warning…
“If something bad happens to my child I’ll m******e your entire house and drag your entire family by the leg using horses around the Umbral plains! I’ll personally see to it that you die by my hands…” Daddy’s voice was low but it packs a lot of Malice and Hate…
The Duke gave the order for the Count to issue an apology tomorrow or suffer dire consequences under the hands of the Bathory household.
Before I knew it, my eyes finally closed, tired from all this bullshit…
(To Be Continued)
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