Capítulo 141: Alexander's Land

Alexander spelling it out so clearly hit both Ptolomy and Fartaz hard.

Ptolomy was finally opening his eyes to how much of a puppet he had been turned to and Fartaz was furiously thinking about how to refute it convincingly.

"That…I only…I didn't mean anything by …." The noble who never had to talk out of anything, a characteristic shared not by all but by many nobles was manifesting itself.

Neither Alexander nor Ptolomy was interested in any of his half-baked excuses and tired of the boy's incoherent mumbling, the latter soon silently witnessed with clenched fists as Alexander swung his sword and beheaded the screaming boy, staining the red carpet a dull rusty color.

As Alexander's guards started removing the corpse and cleaning the surrounding with practiced familiarity, Alexander cleaned his sword with a clean piece of rag and glanced at Ptolomy, "This is what the nobles really think of you, Your Majesty."