I Roared (Gore Warning)

MSG - Volume 1 - Chapter 28

The great mansion in which Count Spyridon and his family grew up in and lived, and all structures connected to it, covered in dark yellow flames from which smoke rose into the sky.

This scene… It was something no one could have ever imagined, at least not easily.

It was a scene that he knew he would never forget, even if he had a fourth, fifth, sixth, or even a hundredth life.

Now, all the panic and hysteria he had witnessed along his way towards the part of the Earldom made sense.

Those people must have witnessed this scene and believed that the territory was under attack or suddenly at war

Worse, it might even be the entire kingdom that was at war.

The only reasons why the streets weren't completely crowded with fleeing citizens were probably due to the fact that the incident might have just occurred and hence some were still gathering their loved ones and belongings.

Or, some people decided that they would not leave. Whether they were just being headstrong, simply loyal to the territory and would not abandon it even if it spelt dire consequences for them, or they genuinely bekeived that they had nowhere else to go; any one of them could be the case.

Leaving the carriage driver and the other passengers with shocked and bewildered looks on their faces, his figure vanished as he sped off in the direction of the mansion.

His speed was so high that people could neither see nor sense him pass them by. At most, those with acute senses might notice a slight fluctuation in the wind's flow.

All kinds of questions flooded his mind as the scene he focused on—the tall and burning Mansion—enlarged in his vision.

What had caused this?

This couldn't be natural, as almost all in the Rafflesia line specialized in at least one blue magic (mist, water, or ice) and hence could easily out any naturall fires, so were they attacked?

If so, then by who?

And why?

Other rival nobles could easily be ruled out of the equation as with the knowledge he had from the White Knight's memories as well as his experience in this would, he knew that no King would allow the nobles and subjects under them to directly attack and deal so much damage.

Skirmishes and schemes were the bottom line but if anyone dared to I against that, only gruesome fates awaited them.

'Then, could it be the King himself or some other force that the King had no knowledge of or couldn't handle?'

Now, he had arrived at the gates… well, where they once stood. They had been knocked down by some strong and hot force that broke and melted them.

"Oh my goddess…" he muttered as he beheld a ghastly scene from the onset.

Corpses were scattered everywhere, some recognizable but most not, lying in their own blood, organs, and fluids.

Some were charred, others brutalized so much so it was obvious that they were cruelly not given swift ends, and others straight up minced.

The compound was a deranged cultist's wet dream and a sane man's nightmare.

Ignoring the strong smell of iron and other bodily fluids that hung in the air, he ran into the mansion unimpeded as all obstacles, like doors, were absent.

A similar scene to the one outside came before him, but with extra.

There were guards too but, there were also noncombatants like maids, butlers, the gardeners, and more.

As he walked through the building, he paid no mind to the splashing sounds that cane with his footwear making contact witb the blood.

The furniture, the walls, luxurious decorations, and other things: were all stained and/or damaged (if not destroyed).

At some point, he came to a pause and looked down with dead eyes.

Lying there was the chubby maid that had served him breakfast that morning.

Her clothes were ripped and her head seemed to have been separated from her neck; right after she was violated.

There were bruises and cuts everywhere.

Alas, he was not in the right headspace to show any reaction to this scene.

It was like something had already started wilting inside him the moment he arrived at the gates and saw that scene, and that thing entered a coma the moment he saw enough of the things in the mansion.

Casually raising his head, he continued walking forward like a programmed robot.

He trudged up the blood-stained stairs, stepping on the lifeless bodies of the guard and two maids that laid there.

Coming to the hallway of the third floor, he took a left, passing by a few doors before stopping right before one.

The door still stood but its handle had been melted off so it creaked open as he simply stepped forward.

His eyes swept back and forth, searching the room that had clearly witnesses a battle.

His body trembled as he approached the bed, beside which a two male figures with once-white and golden apparel robes laid on the floor.

Although the robes had been bathed in their owner's blood, he could easily recognizable them.

"Damn them. Damn them. Damn them. Damn them." He suddenly started to repeatedly mutter the same words over and over.

He looked around the room once more, finding the motionless body of a mature orange-haired beauty.

Her body also had bloodstains and burn marks but he could tell that she had died from bleeding out after managing to kill her opponents.

Trudging closer to her, his legs started to give way, causing him to kneel just beside her.

"Mother… Ria…" he muttered.

He already knew that her death was a possibility but, witnessing and confirming it with his own eyes… he couldn't take it.

How could he?

She was high up on the list of the few people he truly cares about.

And he was busy chewing on dried meat and watching people fight, meanwhile back here…

'If only I had been here…' he thought. "If only. If only. If only."

At this point, he had yet to realize that tears has started flooding out of his eyes like a dam had been broken.

In his pain, anger, and agony; he suddenly jumped up, breaking through to the fourth floor, not stopping there and continuing to the roof and through into the sky.

With the moon as his witness, he roared like a mythical beast.

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Author's Note:

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