The Hero

Chapter 350 Bloody Memory

Herschel knew exactly what his job was. He was not disappointed in any way. Moreover, he was very excited to say yes.

With Herschel and Gusman leading, an army of one hundred suitable soldiers went by their respective methods.

Javier turned his gaze away from Herschel, Gusman, and the others and observed Angelina from the door, his eyes pointing deep into the horizon, where the troops disappeared.

He wondered if he could smell anything suspicious. Quickly, he asked, “There's more to the agenda today?”

Angelina wonders if she should tell Gusman to keep any reservations and disobey any Herschel orders, but Javier's questions keep her out of her daydream.

"No, nothing else, ”he replied intuitively.

“Nothing is planned for today or tomorrow. What's problem?" Javier's lips form an implicative grin. He leaned forward, pushing Angelina against the wall before exhaling.

“Yeah, I personally have an agenda, and I want you to participate..”.

....

One night later, at 8 p.m

Mei Hachison, who was wearing all-black clothes, looked like a serious figure as she stepped into the basement beneath the estate.

There is no modern lighting. Only the flames from the oil lamp illuminated the room. The entire basement looked old-fashioned and crude, as well as faded photos above the altar depicting Bryan Hachison, his wife, brother Mei, and her husband.

He unsheathed the dagger, and his knees fell forward. He then closed his eyes.

Bryan Hachison, his father. When he was appointed as the leader of the Hachinsons family by his grandfather in front of all their family members, he was only six or seven years old. The proclamation was met with a standing ovation, and everyone seemed very happy. Him

blissfully.

He doesn't know better at that age. If everyone is happy about something, then so is he. He had no idea that smiles and excitement belied what they actually felt.

His father was the strongest man in the world. He was mighty and towering like an immortal tree. He is a genius according to everyone. He had no idea what his father had done, but he remembered hearing about his father's incident helping the Hachison Family survive what could have been a natural disaster.

Then, when he was fifteen, they took him out of boarding school and brought him home. Something big has come down in the family. It was only after she got home that she realized that her father had taken the role of the new family leader properly.

It was the day she became a princess, many people were racing to pamper her. The night when his father was crowned as the head of the family, he saw everyone smiling and

laughingly. This time, however, he thought their smiles did not quite reach their cold eyes. Xion, in particular, seemed to be the most representative of that faction.

It didn't matter at the time. She had become a princess in every way but officially, and her status was even superior to that of a royal family peer.

One time, while shopping for shoes, she and the royal princess wanted the same limited edition pair of shoes. It was the only couple left, and the princess had slapped him for it.

In response, the princess was immediately struck with the sole of the shoe, and no one who witnessed it dared to interfere ... not when the one who gave the puzzling punishment was the leader of the royal family itself.

Those were the times when he was at the top of all social classes throughout Yuzu. A lot of things changed when he was 17.

They squirm in fear. They had no inkling of what might happen until Xion approached them, his right hand covered in blood dripping from his sword and his left hand raised the severed man's head.

It belonged to his father.

Her mother lost her mind. He staggered, as if he was possessed, and Xion greeted him with his sword, his evil blade piercing through his mother's stomach and leaving a long gaping wound on his body.

He died, but only two minutes after languishing in limbo of suffering. His eldest brother pushed his captor and lunged towards his mother. He pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly, her face teary. He barely had a chance to shout or resist when they heard the silence from the swung sword.

His head rolled and rolled and rolled until it stopped beside his father's head. They died with their eyes wide open, lifeless gazes yet their undead were dull to their middle brother.

The young man, who was always called Bryan**, could not help his own legs to tremble. He peed his own pants.

Xion wanted to continue, but one of his subordinates came up to him, telling him that he had to take a call. If not for that, his middle brother would have been dead by then as well.

They were locked up inside the house afterwards, and her brother started crying every day. She seemed to be unable to speak even when Mei, frightened and foolish, shrank beside her in surprise and asked what she should do.

His brother did not answer him with convincing words or a defiant promise for hope, All he could offer was a pale face torn by tears.

When he finally spoke, the words he spoke were not what he wanted to hear. His long-winded words were worse than his silence.

“I just want to live! I do not want to die, I do not want to die. I want to live. I don't want to die.”.

That's all he can say. The more he repeated it, the more he became unbending. He threw himself at the door, shouting, “I'm not like them, Uncle! I'm not one of them! I didn't do anything! They deserve to be killed! They deserve to die! But I'm innocent, please! Don't kill me!”

“They deserve to die..!" Her words sparked Mei. His older brother inherited his father's intelligence but not his courage. It was she, at the peak of her anger, who displayed a strength that her brother did not possess. He broke the window glass into pieces. He then forgot the shard sting that cut off his hand and lunged, slitting the neck of his own brother.

Xion, who opened the door at the right time, watched it happen by chance. Mei threw out the shards on the floor, her face pale in shock as she fell to the floor with misty eyes.

He begged and begged all night. “He wants to kill me, Uncle. He wanted to kill me to gain your trust.He wanted revenge on you, but I just wanted to live. I don't care about anything else. I don't even want your trust. I just want to live…",

His heart was filled with fear. The nightmare of his head being beheaded, as his father and eldest brother had experienced by his own uncle, haunted him.

It didn't come true — though it wasn't because Xion was compassionate. Those who joined him suggested that he leave Mei alive. They said it would be too obvious if the whole family was killed.

Xion could not bear to let a useless girl, a girl who was no more threatening than a beautiful wreath trapped in a vase, live. Many people in the family then voiced their agreement, and the consensus was persuasive enough that Mei stayed alive.

It was only after a while that he discovered that these people had been forced into an alliance with Xion after the murder of his father. And since his life was saved, the same benefactor began to work to keep him safe from severe danger.

As his thoughts flashed in the past, the elders of the — family the ones who had saved him — approached him with their subordinates. Herschel and his militia soon arrived — hundred troops who listened to his orders. Mei cuts a healed wound on her left hand, where the shards that had killed her sobbing brother leave a mark.

His blood flowed in the frame of the photos.

“I swear, I will present Xion and his thirteen family members—young and old—to all of you,” he said.

"Or I'll die by my own hands before you make up for my failure."