Above The Sky
Chapter 592 - 592 561 Dislike Talking to Fools 13

592: Chapter 561 Dislike Talking to Fools (1/3) 592: Chapter 561 Dislike Talking to Fools (1/3) The gray-haired director felt a chill in his heart—he truly felt an icy cold, as Ian’s Ice Sword, condensed from the Fairy Bloodline, pressed against the back of his heart.

The extreme sub-zero temperature that could cause muscle necrosis began to spread, causing him to instantly feel a sharp pain in his heart.

With a snap, the director fell to his knees, while Ian’s hair swayed like the tentacles of a jellyfish, streams of icy water wrapping around the director’s hands and feet, then freezing to imprison him right where he stood.

At this moment, the gray-haired director could only move his eyes, and his gaze filled with immense horror towards Ian proved that he had absolutely no idea how this Patrol Knight clad in Sublimation Armor had bypassed the heavily guarded and labyrinthine corridors of the underground research facility to find him so directly.

——The answer was Spirit Energy!

To be honest, Ian simply “walked in”; it was that simple.

Keep in mind, he had Clairvoyance, so was it hard to bypass the guards and navigate the labyrinth?

Add to that the prize from the alchemy assessment, the Silent Sound Ring made by a master, and it was impossible for anyone to detect his presence.

Ian casually strolled to this place as if he were out shopping, and it hadn’t even taken five minutes.

As for these researchers unskilled in combat, and the guards who suffered too many losses to maintain the defensive circle, how could they possibly stop him?

Besides, not being discovered was actually a good thing; otherwise, they would only have death to look forward to.

“It seems you are the leader of this laboratory.

Let me check your work badge… Ha, Director Idma, I didn’t expect to catch a big fish,” Ian said.

He deliberately used the Ice Sword to cut through Director Idma’s flesh and blood, freezing his blood vessels with frost, and spoke in a calm but exceedingly cruel tone, “What do you think would be a fitting way for you to die?”

He watched the gray-haired director wriggle in fear, and the young man smiled cheerfully, “Alright, no need to be afraid.”

“A very important person wishes to meet you.”

Saying so, Ian lifted his left hand, melting the ice that sealed Director Idma’s mouth.

A Light Bird emerged in the palm of the young man, and the director, who was about to immediately scream for the ‘guards’, suddenly felt as if he had plummeted into an icy cave.

Although Ian, as a source of cold air, could literally drop him into an icy cave, what terrified him even more was this seemingly ordinary Light Bird.

“Prince Michael…?” he murmured, then suddenly burst into tears and sobs, “Your Highness!

Your Highness!

I am one of your own!

I am the spy who said I would defect!

It’s me, it’s me!”

[Oh?]

Michael replied in an intriguing tone, [Defect?

But as far as I can see, you’re still serving the Grand Duchy quite well and haven’t thought about keeping the agreement we had initially.]

[——In the event of an unexpected occurrence, you would immediately bring the relevant documents to our agents, and we would ensure your personal safety and guarantee your position in the future institutes of research.

Our agreement was very clear and precise.]

[You did not do so.]

“Your Highness, Your Highness!”

Director Idma writhed on the ground like a worm, trying to approach Ian’s shoes to beg for mercy with his head—and Ian kicked, knocking the director’s head against the corner of a nearby table.

It was just as well Sublimators were quite resilient.

Though the director had little combat ability, his constitution was significantly good, and he was very much alert.

He continued to roll over and beg for mercy, “I have always been waiting, always waiting to be escorted by our troops!”

“But I never received any word, so I had no choice but to stay here…

I couldn’t help it!”

[I gave you three chances]

Michael said calmly, [And you forsook each one.]

The director looked at Ian and the Light Bird with a bewildered face.

The Prince clearly found this bothersome—he didn’t like speaking with people who were as witless as idiots.

Ian, who could understand every word he said perfectly, was more to his liking.

But the problem was, someone like Ian would not make such a stupid mistake as Director Idma had.

Thus, he shook his head and said, [The first opportunity—you were to leave the Avak Domain with the documents the moment something unusual occurred, and you would have received protection from the Empire.

We had a squad at the border who would escort you to the Imperial Capital.]

[Instead, you did nothing and stayed put in your laboratory, and I still don’t understand what you were thinking.]

[The second chance—A Patrol Knight Squad came to Azure City to explore, and all you had to do was surrender to them for protection.

They would have immediately ended their reconnaissance mission and escorted you, your data, and even some of your esteemed colleagues back to the Imperial Capital.]

[Yet, you did not.

You manipulated Phantasms and Exobeasts to kill that Patrol Knight Squad.

I truly do not know what pudding you have for brains.

You were someone planning to surrender, and yet you dared to kill an Inspector Knight?

You were sentenced to death at that very moment.]

Hearing this, Director Idema was dumbfounded, his eyeballs whirling as if he wanted to say something in his defense.

—How was I to know they were Your Highness’s men?

How dare I gamble with my life on such a thing…

[Not daring to take a gamble, yet you dare to betray the Duke of Solin?

You had your chance and did not act, so you were waiting for us to send troops to find you openly and aboveboard?

How exactly did you get the position of Director?]

The Second Prince truly felt it a waste of energy to talk to a fool, the Light Bird shook its head: [The third chance—you even attacked the squad that was housing my Heart Light Body.]

[Idema, you really are bold.]

“Your Highness, Your Highness…

”

At this moment, Idema was completely at a loss.

He had not imagined that the so-called ‘opportunities’ were actually the very moments he regarded as ‘crises’…

But how could he dare?

In such a dangerous situation, how could he dare to do that?!

Regarding this, Ian’s opinion was ‘incompetent’ and ‘stupid’.

Simply put, Director Idema was like a believer in a flood who kept waiting for God to save him but repeatedly refused the ropes offered by God to rescue him from the predicament.

Of course, this indeed required taking a risk.

But to expect to achieve results without taking risks is truly…

foolish.

And disgusting.

Just like the despicable researchers who wouldn’t sacrifice themselves, but instead used others as experimental materials, it was revolting.

[No need for more words, Idema, hand over the Key.]

The Second Prince’s Heart Light Body said indifferently: [You must die, but I will be merciful—I won’t label you a traitor.

You will die honorably at the hands of this young Knight, to his credit.]

[And your family in The Grand Duchy will also be treated as martyrs’ kin and will survive.]

Having said that, Michael seemed to recall something.

He lifted his wings, pretending to be surprised: [Oh, I forgot—you don’t care about your family at all.

You even wish your poor wife and children would die sooner, so you could frolic with your wealthy lover.]

[But you only have this choice.]

“I…”

Even in the face of Ian, radiating an aura of chill, Idema still struggled, trying to say something to haggle.

Michael’s gaze had already become quite impatient, and Ian also felt that the man was really too foolish, having talked a lot without getting to the point, and it was dragging out the time.

So he simply and cleanly thrust his sword into the gray-haired Director’s heart, freezing both his heart and lungs completely.

“Too much trouble, Your Highness.”

Ian said calmly as he drew out his frost sword and then clove in two the head of Idema, who had eyes wide with disbelief and was unable to comprehend the youth’s movements, before he had completely succumbed to brain death.

Ian reached into the brainstem at the back of the other’s brain and pulled out a squirming ‘Attached Brain’ the size of a human finger.

Gazing at the Attached Brain in his hand, the young man shrugged his shoulders: “Look.”

“I’ve found the Key.”

[Hmm.]

The Second Prince was not irritated in the slightest but instead softened his voice, turning his head towards Ian.

Even as just a bird, Michael’s expression was full of smiles: [Well done, Ian.]

[As expected, it’s more comfortable to talk to you.]