Hades Messenger Is Succubus Master
Chapter 56 Breaking In

Chapter 56: 56 Breaking In

As soon as Randy threw the coachman’s body aside, Stannis’s fat body twisted and turned toward the carriage standing not far away.

"Little bitch, you don’t want to be treated well by me, but insist on forcing me to use this method. I’ll torture you half to death tonight!" Stannis growled angrily and soon approached the carriage. As he neared, he caught the faint smell of blood lingering in the air, and his expression turned into a frown.

"Hey, you guys didn’t hurt her, did you? Do you think you can touch the master’s woman? If I find out what you did, I’ll punish you!"

Stannis stood with his hands on his waist, cursing loudly for a while. Then he reached up to lift the curtain of the carriage, completely unaware of the eerie silence surrounding him—and the three people hiding just behind the carriage.

When Roger heard the fat pig speak about torturing Jessica, a deep fury surged within him. He had been suppressing his anger for a long time, but now he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He stepped forward, grabbed Stannis by the neck with his bare hand, and hoisted his fat body high into the air.

"Y..yo.u..who ..ar..you?" Staniss said as he tries to remove the hand of Roger from his neck.

Stannis’s eyes bulged as his face turned red. His two pudgy hands clawed at Roger’s iron grip, and his stubby legs kicked helplessly in the air, making a wheezing "crackling" noise as he struggled to breathe. But in Roger’s hands—like iron clamps—he had no chance of escape.

"I’m the lover of the woman you love, you pig bastard!" Roger said as he tightened his grip.

After a few seconds, Stannis body went limp. Whether he was dead or just unconscious was unclear.

Roger dropped him to the ground with a thud. Commack immediately stepped forward, drew a longsword, and struck the fat man several times to ensure he was dead. Roger looked up at Commack with approval. Though Commack’s fighting spirit was a little low, he was still a capable person.

The guards in the courtyard were standing lazily, yawning and chatting among themselves, completely unaware that intruders had entered.

"What now? Should we kill them all?" Randy asked, turning to Roger.

Roger thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Forget it. No need to kill them all. These people don’t know us anyway, and killing too many will only stain our hands unnecessarily."

"Should we withdraw?"

"Since we’re already here, why not act like robbers and check if there’s anything valuable?" Roger said, frowning slightly as he voiced his thoughts.

"I think so too. I didn’t come all the way here just to keep you company," Randy replied, swinging his arms with anticipation.

"Definitely, boss. We can’t leave empty-handed," Commack chuckled, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"Then let’s begin. What are we waiting for?" Roger said and took the lead.

Although they didn’t plan to kill all the guards, leaving them standing around was still a potential risk. The three of them silently approached the guards and knocked them out one by one with precise punches. They found a long hemp rope, tied the guards together, and secured them to a pillar in the Viscount’s mansion.

When they arrived at the exquisite building, they no longer bothered to conceal their presence. The trio swaggered through the entrance, glancing around as they walked in.

Inside, an old man in luxurious butler robes was directing two maids. When he saw the three strangers barge in uninvited, he was so furious that he puffed out his beard and glared at them, raising his cane to swing at Randy.

"Who are you? Get out! Guards! Guards—!"

Randy wasn’t the type to take abuse. He raised his dagger and slashed it swiftly, slicing open the old man’s throat. A spray of blood bloomed like a crimson flower, and the old, hunched figure slumped to the side.

"Ahhh! Ahhh!" The two maids screamed in terror.

"Alas..." Roger sighed softly, raising his heavy sword as he walked toward a nearby maid. He thrust it into her heart. If they continued screaming like that, everyone in Kulun would know something was wrong.

Watching the blood drip from the tip of his sword, Roger felt an inexplicable sense of excitement. Somehow, a voice seemed to whisper faintly in his ear:

"Kill them all... destroy... ruin... ravage... that is truly the most wonderful thing in the world..."

Slowly, Roger’s eyes turned red. The murderous intent was creeping in, trying to take over his consciousness. In his mind, the black star began to glow faintly, as if stirring.

Suddenly, the golden star flared with radiant brilliance, fiercely pushing back the black star’s dim light. It quickly overpowered the darkness and took full control of Roger’s mind. At the same time, Roger’s awareness returned. He realized that he had involuntarily activated a section of the Guardian Eye, and a golden light now surrounded his entire body.

In the brief moment Roger had been lost in thought, Randy and Commack had already taken care of the remaining maid in the hall. At this point, the corpses littered the floor, and blood was splashed across the marble tiles.

"Roger, what are you zoning out for?" Randy called.

"No... nothing." Roger shook his head.

Just then, the sound of footsteps came from upstairs. Several people were approaching.

The three men exchanged a glance. Without a word, they swiftly climbed the spiral staircase. As they reached the upper floor, they ran straight into four women in pajamas. Their clothes were wrinkled, their hair disheveled, and they rubbed their sleepy eyes while mumbling. It was obvious they’d been awakened by the screams downstairs.

Roger and the others were planning to kill them, but when they saw the women and two little girls, Roger could not bear to kill them. Roger led the way with a heavy sword, turned around and blocked Randy’s dagger and Commack sword.

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Randy and Cormier both gave Roger questioning looks.

Roger made a gesture to them, and the two of them understood instantly and each took a position, moving to the back and surrounding the four women.

Roger held the heavy sword while looking carefully at the four women.

A beautiful middle-aged woman with brown hair, seemed to be Stannis’s wife. Although she looked to be in her thirties or even forties, she was a lady, with a kind of charm and grace that ordinary women did not have. Her skin was well maintained, and she did not look old at all. The most important thing was her pair of big breasts and her round and perky butt.

"This is Stannis’s spouse, Lady Melody. A famous beauty in Kunlun." Randy introduced while staring at Melody.

"I see, that bastard really had a beautiful wife. Now why don’t you introduce the rest?" Roger asked while looking at the rest of the women.

"Uh...oh..yeah"

"This is Stannis’s eldest daughter, Stoya. She is nineteen years old."

Following Randy’s finger, Roger looked at the older girl, who had a tall and attractive figure, long flowing hair, and a pretty face, but her blue crystal-like pupils were filled with fear. She tried her best to suppress the urge to scream, because Commack had just whispered to her what was happening downstairs.

"What about these two?" Roger said, looking at the two youngest girls. They were twins, and they looked almost identical. They looked to be about eleven or twelve years old, with same blue eyes and blonde hair. Perhaps they were still unable to completly grasp the situation, they didn’t show much fear towards the threats from Roger and the other two, but just blinked their big crystal eyes curiously.

"These are Dani and Jenny, Stannis’s two youngest daughters, twelve or thirteen years old." Randy introduced them.

"I see, for now lock Mrs Melody and Stoya in separate room while you two search for loot. I’ll like to chat with them later." Roger ordered while not removing his eyes from the twins.

Only Roger and the twins were left at the stairs, staring at each other.

"Big brother, are you here to kill us?" one of the girls spoke, her voice was soft and cute.

"Jenny, don’t talk nonsense." The other girl tugged at Jenny’s clothes. She seemed to be more sensible.

"Oh, so you’re Jenny, and you’re Dani." Roger was able to tell them apart. Although the two girls looked almost identical, Jenny had a small birthmark on her neck that looked like a petal.

"Yeah." The two girls nodded obediently.

"Aren’t you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Afraid."

"Then why don’t you run away?"

"I can’t run away. My legs are not as long as yours." Jenny stuck out her tongue.

"Hahahaha." Roger was amused by her and rubbed her head lovingly. To be honest, he really couldn’t bear to touch these two cute little dolls.

"Is everyone outside dead?"

"No, we killed Stannis. We didn’t intend to kill the old butler and the maids, but they were too noisy. As long as you don’t make noise, I can consider not killing you too."

"He’s dead?" The two little girls were delighted and hugged each other and cheered.

"Great, great!"

"Huh?" Roger was confused. How could someone be so happy even though their father died?

"Your father is dead, why are you so happy?"

"Father?" Dani stopped holding Jenny and turned to look at Roger. Her bright eyes revealed hatred and resentment that did not belong to this age. "Dani doesn’t like this father. Dani hopes he goes to hell and rot."

Roger became interested. He took Dani and Jenny in each hand and carried them back to the original room. He let them sit on the bed, and he took off his mask and sat on the floor.

"Why do you want your father, Stannis dead?"

"because..."

As the two girls talk, Roger roughly sorted out what they said. It was actually just a bloody family tragedy.

Viscount Stannis was definitely not a good person. He was not only a playboy, but also cruel and just because his wife couldn’t bear him a male heir he often did not come home because he had many lovers outside. When he came home, he would beat and scold his wife and daughters. Sometimes he beat Melody so hard that she could not get out of bed for several days. Therefore, the two girls could not feel the love from their father since they were young.

What was even more disgusting was that on the day of sixeen-year-old adulthood ceremony of Stoya, he personally r*ped her. After a lot of torture, he left his daughter covered in bruises and walked away. He also said that when the two little ones grew up, he would taste them together.

Therefore, the four women in this family only hoped that he would die soon.