Chapter 21
With my deep knowledge of her temperament, which was as changeable as the weather on a stormy day, a deep suspicion slowly crept into my heart that she would not be satisfied with this small amount of verbal confrontation. Ferma is as stubborn as a deaf rock standing tall in the face of the harshest storms, unwilling to settle for half-baked solutions that leave things hanging, and she burns with rage inside like a raging volcano that spews destructive lava to burn everything in its path if she feels insulted or belittled for her abilities, which she has long proven on blood-stained battlefields. Therefore, a deadly boredom gradually spread through my veins from continuing in this futile and pointless scene, and I desperately wished to return to the warmth of my home, which holds the memories of my suicide and my trusted servant, whom I have missed so much in the midst of these endless bloody suicides.
Ferma said sharply, her words unmistakeable to my attentive ear, as she pulled her shiny, finely polished sword from its ancient sheath with a quick, sudden movement, the glint of the expertly sharpened metal reflecting her malicious gaze, which pierced my soul like poisoned arrows, spreading fear and despair deep within me:
"Ruthvien Ashild!
Her voice carried a veiled threat, like distant thunder warning of an impending storm that would destroy everything, as if it were the whisper of death itself creeping into weak hearts to seize them and drag them into the underworld.
I replied with bitter sarcasm, hiding my growing happiness, and maintained my usual arrogant demeanor:
"Yes. That is the name you know so well, guard, a name that echoes throughout this small province."
The guard Ferma stared at me with eyes burning with anger like two embers on a cold, dark night, and said in a tone as sharp as a merciless sword, leaving no room for doubt about her vengeful intentions, which seemed to me like a fate slowly creeping towards me to seize my soul:
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
Her question seemed like a challenge, an invitation to a final, irreversible duel, as if she were inviting me to test the edge of the dark abyss that I had always mocked with blind recklessness.
I said, turning my eyes away in boredom, as if I were watching a boring comedy that wasn't even worth a glance:
"You idiot, I've been longing for death for a long time, perhaps since I came into this miserable world. Did you think I was joking with you last time? That was just a game, and I tend to change my games from time to time in search of new entertainment, even if it ends in bloodshed that stains my hands."
The guard Ferma said with increasing sharpness:
"I didn't know you were so foolish and insane that you would utter such empty words that reflect nothing but your sick and rotten soul. I backed down last time because of your father and the mission entrusted to me, so as not to fail and bring shame to my reputation, which I value more than my life, but this is the limit, Ruthvien. I will not allow you to mock my patience again. You will pay dearly for your arrogance with your blood."
She paused for a moment, but it seemed like an eternity to me. Then she lifted the torn piece of cloth between her fingers, as if presenting irrefutable evidence of my unforgivable crime, and said accusingly:
"I found a torn piece of cloth from my dear sister Monica's robe, and I found monster footprints in the same place where she disappeared. Do you have anything to do with what happened, Ruthvien? Speak up, you coward! Don't try to lie, because the truth will come out no matter how long it takes, and I will avenge my sister."
My patience had reached its limit, and the last thread of my nerves, which had endured so much pain and bitter despair, snapped. I said coldly, enjoying the anger rising in her beautiful eyes and relishing the pain I was causing her heart, which was bleeding with deep sorrow:
"I killed her, Ferma. I enjoyed torturing her a little before taking her miserable life, which was worthless in my eyes. Her name is Monica, Marbella's daughter. Her name is so stupid, it sounds like the name of a cheap, ridiculous brand of chewing gum that sticks to your teeth and ruins the good taste of life."
The guard Ferma heard my cruel words, which pierced her heart like poisoned arrows spreading poison throughout every part of it. Her beautiful features froze for a brief moment, turning into a cold, harsh mask of anger, and then she drew her sword sharply.
Fuuu!!
The sword cut through the air like the sound of an impending storm, from which there was no escape.
"Aaah, damn you, Ferma!"
I screamed from the depths of my heart as I fell to the ground, writhing in unbearable pain. I touched my severed shoulder in shock to see my severed hand writhing on the ground next to my head, blood flowing profusely.
"Kill me, Ferma!"
I cried out weakly.
Ferma said coldly, her eyes devoid of any pity or mercy as she plunged her sharp sword deep into my feet, which were pinned to the ground, as if she were hammering a rusty nail into my coffin:
"How did you get my sister's bag, Ruthvien? Who did you collaborate with in this heinous and unforgivable crime that will haunt you in your grave for killing her? Were they from the notorious secret organization Nox, which spreads corruption and injustice everywhere? Did they promise you riches or a high position in exchange for killing my innocent sister, who never hurt anyone in her life? Speak, you bastard! Don't try to lie or evade me again, for the truth will come out no matter how long it takes, and I will avenge my innocent sister"
"Ferma... Fuck You Ferma..."
"Fuck me?"
Ferma clenched her white teeth and said coldly as her sword glowed with a faint, mysterious blue light, foreshadowing my inevitable end, like an icy flame burning the soul:
"Goodbye, you worthless bastard. Goodbye forever, Ruthvien Ashild. "
"I hope with all my heart that you burn in hell, where you belong among the demons."
I continued to sing with great difficulty, my throat filled with warm, sticky blood flowing profusely from my mouth until I saw the world spinning around me in endless whirlpools and its fists coming down on my face. Then I saw my body being brutally thrown into the cold river before my cold head was drenched with river water, ending my miserable life by drowning.
I thought with bitter amazement as I saw my body floating motionless like a piece of dead wood in the cold river, flowing between the waters that carried me to an unknown and unknown fate, as if I were a withered leaf carried by the strong winds to the abyss:
'Ferma, I can't believe you really did it. You exceeded all my expectations of you. Let's see now, will I really die this time, or is there another round waiting for me in this world? '