NOVEL NEXT Chapter 299: The Burning Village
As the two made their way across the barren landscape, Roxana glanced at Lucas, her fiery hair shifting slightly in the wind.
Curiosity flickered in her sharp gaze, mingling with a hint of boredom. She broke the silence, her voice casual but laced with anticipation. "So, what now? What are we doing?"
Lucas didn't immediately respond, his face unreadable as his eyes remained fixed on the path ahead. His tone, however, was calm—too calm. "There are some people that need to die."
The casual brutality in his voice made Roxana raise an eyebrow, her interest piqued. A smirk danced on her lips as she folded her arms.
"Oh? Sounds promising. Who are they?" Her tone carried a mix of amusement and genuine intrigue, the idea of more chaos already lighting a spark of excitement in her.
Lucas's expression darkened, a coldness settling into his features that hadn't been there moments ago. His voice, now edged with something more personal, more dangerous, was a low whisper. "One of them is the young master of the Emberhart family."
At the mention of the name, Roxana's eyes gleamed with sudden recognition. The Emberhart family had a reputation, and she knew what Lucas was talking about. Her smirk widened, becoming almost predatory as she tilted her head.
"The Emberhart family, huh? That sounds... fun." Her tone was teasing, but underneath it was a growing eagerness, the kind of eagerness that came with the promise of a good fight.
Lucas's expression remained cold, but his voice was filled with quiet, unwavering resolve. "Yes. It's time for some long-overdue justice."
Roxana's smirk only deepened at the edge in his voice, her amusement barely contained. "Justice, is it? I didn't think you cared much for that sort of thing."
Lucas turned his gaze toward her, his eyes narrowed, but there was a flicker of something deeper in them—something personal. "This isn't just about justice," he replied, his voice cold and sharp as steel. "This is about making them pay for what they've done."
Roxana chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the intensity she saw in him. "Revenge, then," she said, her tone playful but with a hint of seriousness. "I can get behind that."
Lucas gave a small nod, his face hardening as they continued forward. "They won't see it coming."
Without wasting any time, Lucas and Roxana set off, their pace quick and deliberate. The barren landscape soon gave way to signs of life—at least, what remained of it.
As they neared their destination, the sky began to glow with an ominous red hue, and the acrid stench of burning wood and ash filled the air. It wasn't long before they reached the outskirts of a small village, and the sight that greeted them was nothing short of chaos.
Flames roared from rooftops, devouring entire houses in a fiery blaze. Thick, black smoke twisted into the night sky, blotting out the stars.
The screams of terrified villagers echoed across the burning streets, a chorus of desperation and pain. The once-quiet village had been reduced to a battlefield of carnage.
Roxana paused for a moment, surveying the destruction with narrowed eyes. A smirk flickered across her lips, though there was no humor in it—only disdain. "Looks like they don't waste time," she said, her voice laced with contempt. "Typical."
Through the billowing smoke, a group of soldiers marched through the village like predators on the hunt. Their swords gleamed with fresh blood, and they moved without hesitation, slaughtering anyone who crossed their path.
The few survivors who remained were being rounded up—mostly young women, dragged away, screaming, as the soldiers laughed cruelly.
Roxana's eyes darkened as she took in the scene. "Killing everyone, burning everything, and taking the spoils... how original." Her tone was dry, almost mocking, though there was an underlying fury simmering beneath her words. "And I assume this is your Emberhart family."
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Lucas, standing beside her, glanced at the soldiers. His gaze sharpened as he caught sight of the Emberhart family emblem emblazoned across their armor.
His expression was cold, his eyes unreadable. "It's them," he said simply, his voice devoid of emotion. Yet there was a weight to his words that hinted at the anger he held beneath the surface.
Roxana tilted her head slightly, her smirk fading into something more dangerous. "And here I thought you might be exaggerating," she said, her voice lowering. "But it seems your judgment was right. They're disgusting."
Lucas's jaw tightened, but he remained silent, watching the soldiers as they continued their brutal rampage. His fists clenched at his sides. "He hasn't changed," Lucas muttered, his voice like ice.
Roxana surveyed the soldiers with a look of utter disdain, her lips curling slightly as she regarded them. "These soldiers…" she muttered, her voice dripping with contempt. "They're just four-star, aren't they?" She shook her head, frowning. "Pathetic. Not even worth the effort."
She crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed, as if the very idea of fighting them was beneath her. Her fiery eyes flickered with boredom, as if she was waiting for something more challenging to come along.
Lucas, standing beside her, gave a small nod, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. "That's exactly why I want you to handle them," he replied, his voice calm yet laced with a quiet satisfaction.
"After you take care of them, the rest of their family will come looking for revenge." He glanced at her, his smirk deepening. "And that's when things will get interesting."
Roxana's eyes lit up at his words, a slow, predatory grin spreading across her face. "Ah, now that's more like it," she said, her voice filled with excitement.
The thought of drawing out the Emberhart family made her pulse quicken. "I like the sound of that," she added, her tone lowering, her eyes gleaming with the promise of battle.
She stretched her arms, her muscles tense as she prepared herself to engage the soldiers. There was an unmistakable air of anticipation surrounding her, like a predator about to pounce. But just as she was about to take her first step, Lucas's voice called out again, halting her.
"By the way," Lucas said, his tone casual but commanding enough to make her pause. His gaze shifted, locking onto one of the soldiers standing at the edge of the group. "Spare that one over there," he added, nodding toward the man. "I need him."
Roxana turned her head, following Lucas's gaze to the soldier he had singled out. Her brow raised in curiosity as she studied the man for a moment, her smirk widening in amusement. "Oh? What's so special about him?" she asked, her tone teasing but with a hint of intrigue.
Lucas's expression didn't change, his eyes remaining cold and calculating. "Let's just say I have plans for him," he replied smoothly, the edge in his voice making it clear he wasn't going to elaborate further.
Roxana chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Fine by me," she said, shrugging playfully. "You can have him. The rest, though…" Her grin turned wicked, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "They're mine."
Without another word, she leaped forward, her powerful aura exploding outward like a force of nature. The very air around her seemed to vibrate with her intensity as she descended upon the soldiers, her eyes blazing with excitement and anticipation for the battle that was about to unfold.