Death Games
The punishment of the owner of a cold conscience

“Your Majesty,” Serpens voiced inside the King's room of the nation gyges. Though the palace occupied is very bright and beautiful, but the condition is inversely proportional to the room of the owner of the throne.

And the real figure was invisible except for a silhouette behind those fancy brown curtains.

“Once yes,” are just two words thrown. His voice was so charming and inviting admiration. Makes anyone want to hear it all the time.

Such is the charm of an Aegayon Cottia. The son of Reygan Cottia who is one of the worst criminals in the history of the world Guide.

No one knows what his face looks like. Except the leaders of old, and only a few of them. But, the story that mentions that Aegayon Cottia has the most beautiful golden hair has filled the peninsula.

And of course the subordinates hope to be able to see it, but never deliver as well.

“Maybe, the creature will go crazy.”

“Are you going to intervene, Your Majesty?”

“No.” Silence also sat for a moment. “The creature will die before it gets to this land.”

Instantly a wrinkled face was plastered from Serpens the Vice King. “Really? Why are you sure?”

“Because the animal will only attack six nations and one of them is not us.”

Gasped. The figure who heard the statement was made silent. Feeling disbelief with the flow said his superior. And he unconsciously clenched his hands because he did not understand the real meaning.

“What do you mean exactly, Mister?”

But, even a soft laugh resounded on the lips of the King. Kian made his Deputy inexhaustible with his calmness.

“Close your eyes and ears, pretend not to know with this all. Because of us, not in his battle circle. You can do it, right? Serpens.”

Then a crow screamed in the room. His skin and fur were blood red with eyes that were like the night sky.

Serpens was surprised to make it, especially the animal was right on it while relying on the chandelier on the ceiling of the room.

And the appearance of the animal, apparently not only in the palace of the gyges.

Hexar laughed inside his room, as his hands gently stroked the head of a similar crow. I don't know what's funny in his eyes, but he can't stop it all. The messenger flew straight to the window as the door opened.

And Barca Asera became confused by the welcome expression before his eyes. “Your Majesty?”  

“I thought, I should take a short break first,” the shrewd King chimera while waving a big smile towards his crown.

On one side of the dracula palace, Lucian Brastok was sitting on his throne. Just alone there, in a dark room without the slightest illumination to light it up.

But, with the position of the right hand slightly raised so, the appearance of a crow is perched beautifully on his arm. As if to be the obedient pet of the King.

“Excellent, so so yeah apparently,” murmured with a thin smile on his lips. And a few seconds later, the animal flapped its wings to perch on the back of the King's chair. Makes Lucian Brastok glance at him through the corner of his eye. “Beauty your game, Your Highness.”

“You crazy?!” pekik Revtel suddenly in a place that became the resting place of his superiors.

Slowly the figure being spoken to turned around while leaning against the lips of the window. On his right shoulder, a red crow stood gallantly. And the Hydra King chuckled softly at his Deputy.

Unbelievable, what did this man just say? Revtel is shaking his head with his leader's crazy plan.

“Many will die if that happens, Kers! You think this is easy?! Their lives are not just games! They are people of our nation!”

“Then kill me and be King. After that, you can foil everything.”

Spontaneous Revtel was silent. Even if Hydragel Kers is still relaxed and pungent with warmth, in fact, the sentence is quite piercing. So that his representative could only clench his hands would pressure in the feeling.

“Then what do those five groups mean? Arjuna even had to die without knowing all the facts. Isn't he wrong? No, not just him. But those higher-ups, aren't they wrong for nothing? Didn't my student also have nothing to do with this?”

Revtel's statement with a disappointed tone, quite heartbreaking if heard. But, Hydragel Kers who had still not moved from his position just tilted his head. Raising his right hand and staring at his palm. I don't know what he noticed, but his friend is clearly waiting for a reply.

“Five groups are a form of cooperation.” Revtel raised his head, while Kers clutched his raised hand. “The ambitious traitors, and we just borrowed his plan to clear up the problem. It is heartless, but sacrifice is natural for peace.”

“Even if it's our higher-ups, you still say it's normal?!” angry that his deputy heard it. 

“Yes. So Aza and Aszeria were sent there. Because if you want change, big events are very necessary. Isn't that how we handle it? The disciples of Hadesia.”

And Revtel went straight from there. Can no longer stand facing the King he serves.

They are crazy, Hadesian students or people who want change, none of which is normal.

So it is not to blame if the empusa elders label them as children of disaster bearers and plan to overthrow them.

Because in fact Blerda Sirena, had released his arrow first to destroy the seats of the nobles and elders thick face, while protected scales from steel.

Wish they would not interfere again in the reign of the Kings. Enough Bragi Elgo who is heartened to step down from the throne, due to greed of his voracious subordinates because of crazy treasure.

Enough of his mother who suffered, until finally had to die and replaced the mother of Bleria Siren as the wife of the Siren King.

Quite the parents of Thertera alone are tormented, due to the limited holy water because monopolized by the Elder diurnal.

Enough of the Arigan family to bet their lives, and not cherished by their people, then vanished into their cemetery.

And enough Trempusa and her sister who shed tears, often insulted and mired in violence because it is not part of the King's family, nor a noble figure honorable so that it is underestimated by all.

Of course, it was enough Aza Ergo who was banished by his people, kept secret who his family was, and had to kill his heart for losing half his life.

Enough of them all shedding tears. Due to the oppression of his people, because of the actions of the elders and nobles in gaining power. Living by a magnificent name, abundant property, numerous subordinates, as well as puppet leaders, was enough for all of them in succeeding in the world.

It was time for their death sentence, and the young Kings were waiting for Blerda's arrow to reach the blood spot he wanted.

So that beings with a cold conscience, can float their lives and be watched with smiles by the figures he once oppressed.