Chapter 347: Death of a King

Slowly, the sword piercing the king's heart was pushed even further into his chest. Making the king cough the wine he drank together with hinds of his own blood.

Blood, that none other could see other than himself.

Dozen of questions rose in his mind.

He could see his guard, Lancelot staring at him confused and not even alarmed by the fact someone was piercing his heart!

And he wasn't the only one, the others looked at the king confused and with frowns.

Such a response was natural if they just witness the king drink from the golden cup just for a second and later spit it to the ground. Such action could be independent of the king not taking sensibilities for all the killing the others did up upon his command.

What was abnormal though was that none seemed to care about the king of this kingdom is assassinated right in front of their eyes.