The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 326: The End Befitting A Traitor

A traitor was a double-edged sword to use; you will never know when a disloyal dog might turn his back on you and wag its tail again at their former master.

Although the former master was unlikely to take the disloyal dog again, with enough chips on the table, there was hope of preserving his life in the end.

That was... if he survived. He knew far too much, and the leader would be uneasy about letting him run around. A dead Duke was more beneficial for him, and it wasn’t that Spade could see any benefit from saving Duke Merphen either.

Most of the things the Duke knew, Spade was already aware of. And those things he didn’t, he could just find them himself.

And now, rather than killing the Duke themselves, what was better than him being killed by the master he served after betraying the empire?

They only followed the group, with Spade leading them. Duke Merphen was surrounded by them, muttering to himself, but loud enough to be heard because of the silence.

"So slow... The empire forces are at our door, and these people still don’t want to hurry up." There was a kind of annoyed tone in his voice, but the anxiety was especially evident.

If he wasn’t scared of these emotionless guards, he would have already started cursing.

Arren was watching him, and he couldn’t help but click his tongue. Was this old fox, the benevolent and gentle Duke, the masses idolized before? He sure knew how to act!

There was now a hint of disdain in his eyes as he looked at the Duke, the respect he had had already dissipated into smoke since long ago. If anything, he only felt disgusted.

So, even if he knew that what awaited the old fox was his own doom, he didn’t bat an eyelid, nor did he feel sorry for him. After all, he deserved it. Everything, and everyone—all of this was their retribution.

The corridor seemed so long and dark for some reason; the oppressive atmosphere rose in the blink of an eye. This sudden shift didn’t go unnoticed by the Duke, who sensed something was amiss. His sense of danger finally triggered him and he instinctively stopped in his tracks.

His eyes bulged further as his pupils dilated, and he vigilantly glanced at the robotic and ruthless agents around him. He soon realized that he was indeed being surrounded, and rather than feeling security, he could only feel a bone-chilling threat.

It was a feeling that wasn’t fresh, yet it gave him an inexplicable dread. He knew... Something was going to happen. However, even if he knew, that didn’t mean he accepted it.

"Y-You..." His lips trembled, and he subconsciously took a step back. "What are you trying to do?"He shouted, barely containing his emotions, and the rage, panic, and fear all mixed up so much that his face became pale.

Due to this, the wrinkles on his face became prominent, and he seemed to become even older in a few seconds.

Contrary to his exploding emotions, the agents remained expressionless as they slowly turned around and looked at him. Spade and his group also didn’t say anything and stood while watching everything unfold.

Just by the end of the corridor leading to the secret entrance, a play about a foolish traitor’s end was about to begin. And after that... It was Spade’s turn to finish this ridiculous ploy.

Even though his former subordinate, who betrayed his empire, was in front of him and was about to be executed, Spade’s emotions remained calm without any upheavals, watching as though he were merely an outsider.

The leader of the squad walked towards the trembling Duke as he took a step back until his back stumbled on a broad chest. He slowly turned his head around, only to meet a pair of emotionless yet somehow familiar eyes looking down on him.

It was Spade.

However, before he could think of it deeper, he was forced to return his gaze in front of him as the squad leader had already reached him. He was powerless to do anything; how could an old man like him be matched to these armed and strong agents? fгeewebnovёl.com

And so, with despair rising in his gut, the Duke could only hold onto that one tiny line of hope. This situation was hopeless; the Duke knew it himself, and yet... He didn’t want to die.

Wasn’t that the reason he ingratiated himself with the organization for years? Thinking of the leader and his father, Duke Merphen gritted his teeth with resentment burning in his eyes despite his fear.

"This is not it! Let me talk to His Excellency. I’m sure there was a misunderstanding." Duke Merphen was still a seasoned nobility, as he could force a calm voice even with the lump in his throat, ready to block his voice at any moment. "I never... betrayed you." In the end, as his voice shook with his body, slowly his eyes betrayed him.

"Why?" He asked, not reconciled but helpless. This was the kind of feeling that he never wanted to feel yet was forced to have. His raging eyes stared at the leader, "Did I betray you? Tell me!" He screamed, completely abandoning his gentle demeanor and stature as a noble.

The fear of death had firmly clutched him in its palm as his thoughts and emotions became messed up.

Yet, even with how much he shouted, no one would respond to him. Certainly not these cold and emotionless agents. Definitely not the Marquis, either.

He had been abandoned. That was the harsh truth.

Realizing and accepting this, the Duke blinked, and slowly, his hoarse laughter reverberated, echoing in the corridor. The kind of laugh that would evoke sympathy if no one here knew him, but as they were all aware of his real personality and his deeds, it only appeared as crazy laughter, because it was.

Soon, his laughter was accompanied by his tears and rage. Everything was poured out as though he was about to struggle to live. And yet, no one seemed to care what he was about to do to save his life.

Arren also steeled his heart and watched him. In fact, he also found out that he didn’t feel anything at all. Of course, watching someone about to be killed was traumatic for anyone, much less for him, who wasn’t mentally stable to begin with. However, would this feeling of being nonchalant be justified because it was someone he also wanted to die?

Did he become twisted? Arren thought of it a lot, and perhaps... It was indeed the case. With the torment he experienced, it was already fortunate that he didn’t become a psychopath.

Not only that... He always swore to himself, to the broken him... ’I’ll watch their end, no matter how brutal it was. I won’t ever blink.’