Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts-Chapter 37 - Thirty Seven

The loud, booming shout echoed through the room.

In the dark corner, Nancy sat up quickly on her small bed. The loud commotion had jolted her awake from her deep sleep. The young maid gasped, breathing in the cold night air.

Nancy rubbed her sleepy eyes with her bandaged hands. Her mind was confused and foggy. She tried to understand what was happening in her mother’s room in the middle of the night.

She looked across the dark space. First, she saw the tall, broad, terrifying figure of General Damon. Then, she saw the long, sharp steel sword gleaming in his right hand. Finally, she looked down and saw her own mother kneeling on the floor, crying, shaking, and begging for her life.

"Mother?" Nancy asked. Her voice was groggy and completely confused. She rubbed her eyes again, hoping this was just a terrible, dark nightmare.

But the nightmare was real.

"Mother!!!" Nancy shouted, her voice filling with sudden, sharp panic. She threw the thin blankets off her body. She wanted to rush out of the bed and protect her mother from the General’s sword.

Damon did not even look at the young maid. He kept his dark, furious eyes fixed entirely on the traitor kneeling at his feet.

Without turning his head, Damon raised his left hand and gave a sharp, silent, military signal.

From the dark shadows of the hallway outside the door, Kade stepped swiftly into the room. The aide moved with incredible speed.

Before Nancy’s bare feet could even touch the wooden floor, Kade crossed the small room. He grabbed Nancy firmly by her shoulders and forcefully pushed her back down onto the mattress. He held her down tightly, trapping her arms with his strong hands so she could not move a single inch.

"Let me go! Mother!" Nancy screamed, struggling wildly and kicking her legs against the bedsheets.

Ida heard her daughter screaming in terror. The older woman crawled forward on her hands and knees. She reached her shaking hands out toward Damon’s heavy leather boots.

Ida went completely on her knees, bowing her head toward the floor.

"Please!" Ida begged, her voice tearing her throat apart. "Please, my lord, spare my daughter! Nancy has no knowledge of this! She did not know about your uncle! She did not know about the horse! She is completely innocent!"

Damon looked down at Ida’s pleading, crying face.

He remembered the harsh teachings of his father. He remembered the brutal rules of survival in this world. Treason was always punished by death. Betrayal was always washed away by blood.

He was called the Tyrant General for a very specific reason. He got that terrifying name because he never, ever showed mercy to his enemies. When someone crossed him, he destroyed them completely, leaving no room for a second betrayal. And Ida, the woman who raised him, was now nothing more than an enemy spy.

Damon slowly raised his heavy steel sword.

He lifted the weapon high above his right shoulder. The sharp metal blade caught the pale moonlight streaming through the small window. It glowed with a deadly unforgiving light.

Damon’s face was a mask of pure, unfeeling stone. His eyes were totally empty of emotion. He was a machine built for execution.

He looked down at the top of Ida’s gray head.

"When you get there," Damon spoke. His voice dropped into a deadly, quiet, cold whisper that easily cut through the loud sound of Nancy’s screaming. "Tell my parents how well you took care of me."

With those final, freezing words, Damon swung the sword.

He did not hesitate for a fraction of a second. He swung the heavy steel blade with massive, brutal, overwhelming force.

The sword sliced through the cold air with a sharp, loud whoosh.

The blade struck the side of Ida’s neck.

The incredibly sharp edge of the steel cut cleanly through her old skin, sliced through her neck muscles, and shattered her spine in one single, violent motion. The force behind Damon’s strike was so immense that the heavy blade did not stop until it had completely severed her head from her shoulders.

It was a brutal, horrifying, deeply violent sight. This was exactly why grown men feared him. This was why entire enemy armies threw down their weapons and surrendered when they saw his dark blue banner on the horizon. He was a tyrant who delivered death swiftly, personally, and without a single shred of hesitation.

Ida’s severed head flew right off her neck.

It hit the wooden floor with a wet smack and rolled a few feet away, finally stopping near the leg of the wooden desk. Her lifeless eyes were still wide open, frozen forever in a state of absolute terror.

A massive, thick spray of hot, dark red blood shot upward from her severed neck. The blood splashed violently across the small room.

A thick, warm spray of the red blood hit Damon directly in the face. It coated his left cheek, splashed across his strong jawline, and splattered heavily across the front of his clean white shirt.

Damon did not flinch. He did not wipe the blood away. He stood perfectly still, holding the bloody sword at his side, as the warm blood dripped slowly down his face and fell onto the floor.

Ida’s headless body remained kneeling upright for a tiny fraction of a second. Then, it slumped heavily forward, collapsing onto the wooden floorboards in a rapidly growing pool of dark red blood.

Nancy watched the entire execution from the bed.

"Mother!!!" Nancy shouted.

It was a sound of absolute, mind-shattering horror. Her eyes bulged out of her head as she stared at her mother’s rolling head on the floor and the fresh blood dripping down the General’s cold face.

The horrific sight was simply too much for her young brain to process. She fought against Kade’s strong grip like a wild, dying animal, completely consumed by pure grief and overwhelming shock. She kicked, she scratched, and she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Kade knew the young girl would completely lose her mind if she kept looking at the bloody scene. He also knew her loud screaming would wake up the rest of the servants in the hallway. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Kade looked quickly at Damon for permission. Damon, still staring at the dead body, gave a tiny, silent nod of his head.

Kade quickly raised his right hand. He flattened his palm and struck Nancy hard and fast on the side of her neck.

The precise blow hit a sensitive nerve cluster. Nancy’s eyes rolled back into her head immediately. Her loud screaming stopped instantly, cut off in the middle of a sob. Her body went completely limp, and she fell back, unconscious, onto the pillows of her bed.

The small servant’s room was suddenly dead quiet.

The only sound in the room was the slow drip, drip, drip of blood falling from the sharp edge of Damon’s steel sword onto the wooden floor.

Damon stood there in the silence. His face was painted in the bright red blood of the woman who had raised him, fed him, and loved him as a child.

He slowly lowered his sword. He did not feel happy. He did not feel victorious. His heart, which had already been cold, hardened even more into solid, unbreakable ice. His father had been right all along. Love only brought pain. Trust only brought betrayal.