Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 146: Mercy 2

"You are taking me for granted, Cyrus Dragos!" Sergio yelled at Cyrus, who was sitting on his throne, bored, with one leg on top of the other.

Sergio’s hands were chained behind his back, and he appeared to have gone a long time without eating.

Arthur and Victor, who were standing beside him, appeared intimidated by Cyrus’ dark state. They had been standing in that position for a long time, Sergio yelling angrily, but Cyrus had not said anything.

Arthur bowed his head, recalling seeing Cyrus’ dead body. He clenched his trembling fist, wondering what had happened, but he couldn’t deny that Cyrus was in front of him and alive, even in his intimidating dark state.

The weather was bitterly cold that day, and those who had lost loved ones in the war were completely depressed.

Arthur was relieved that he had not lost anyone, but after noticing that something was amiss, he needed to figure out what was wrong.

"You have tortured me enough! Release me right this instant! After all that I have done for you!" Sergio screamed angrily.

"You haven’t eaten good food in a long time, you look like a skeleton, and you’re still screaming at his majesty!" Arthur snarled at the duke, who wailed.

General Samuel had attempted to kill Cyrus during the war, which was surprising given that General Samuel was a mole... a betrayal.

"I have been nothing but a father to you!" Sergio yelled angrily at Cyrus.

"A father who confined his son to a room and left him to starve to death..." Cyrus paused his words. "Just respond to these simple questions." He stood up and added.

"How come you helped the halfling escape?" Cyrus inquired, caressing his jaw.

"He promised me immense power, and I had no idea he was a halfling."

"Do you really believe a peasant can give you power?" Cyrus asked, chuckling as he sat back on his throne.

"You went against me, which means you are capable of killing me if given the opportunity." Cyrus hissed, relaxing his back on the throne’s cushion.

"Cyrus!" Charlotte screamed in fear as she rushed into the room, followed by Mirabella and Isabella.

Charlotte dashed to Sergio, kneeling behind him. Isabella and Mirabella stood beside their crying mother, Isabella with her head bowed and Mirabella with squinted eyes staring at Cyrus.

"Please be merciful to him! Remember everything he has done for you! He is just like a father to you!" Charlotte begged, sobbing uncontrollably.

Mirabella noticed that Cyrus did not appear affected.

"What has he ever done for me? I recall him starving me to death. I died. Don’t you remember?" Cyrus asked and stood up, slowly walking down the stairs, then grabbing Sergio’s hair. "You see, if he has the chance, he will kill me, and you will as well." He added and smiled menacingly as his eyes transformed into black demon form.

"Cy.."

"I advise you not to speak." Cyrus cut Isabella’s words.

"He is my father, Cyrus." Mirabella muttered.

"So?" Cyrus asked, his face expressionless. "You are well aware of how I survive." He hissed, squatted in front of Sergio, and grabbed his neck.

Cyrus chewed his lower lips as his eyes scanned Sergio’s face. The malnourished dragon stared at him weakly. "I don’t say much, but I have to tell you, you will not die in my hands." He menacingly whispered and smiled, stood up, and blasted Sergio, who closed his eyes and transformed into a solid eyes sculpture.

Charlotte let out a hysterical scream, stood up, and prepared to launch herself at Cyrus, but Mirabella grabbed her and pulled her away, out of the throne room, but Cyrus could still hear her scream.

"He was never a good father," Isabella grumbled as her gaze was drawn to the ice sculpture.

Despite the fact that Cyrus had never paid attention to the Soldan family’s lifestyle, despite the fact that they shared the same castle, he knew the family was broken.

Sergio had always cheated on Charlotte, who was head over heels in love with him and had blindly accepted all of his deeds.

Isabella and Mirabella were well aware of their father’s actions but couldn’t punish him even if they wanted to for fear of hurting their beloved mother.

Isabella’s eyes watered, and she raised her gaze to Cyrus’ eyes, which slowly returned to their emotionless blue slit form.

"You have never believed in mercy, especially in this situation. You didn’t even show mercy to yourself... to your normal state." Isabella spoke slowly and smiled.

"That is because no one has ever had mercy on me, and if I am in a drastically weak state, no one will have mercy on me, not even you." Cyrus said calmly, walked up the stairs, and sat proudly on his throne.

Isabella slowly nodded. "True." Then she averted her gaze and smiled faintly as her gaze met Arthur’s.

He smiled brightly and waved at her, and she responded with a slight bow before turning away and exiting the room.

"Lady Isabella has really calmed down." Arthur chuckled, taken aback.

"Take that away and keep it safe." Cyrus said to Arthur and Victor, who bowed and carried the ice statue together before walking out of the throne room.

Cyrus closed his eyes, hearing the sound of a little boy crying and wailing in his head. Deep lines of discomfort appeared on his chest, and his face squeezed in pain.

"Get me out of here!"

"I am hungry!"

"Just a little water!"

"Please! Have mercy!"

The little voice echoed in his head like a fading memory, but it was a memory that could never fade, no matter how hard he tried.

"Cyrus." Sage’s voice echoed in the throne room.

His eyes flew open and narrowed at her as she looked nervous.

"What?" He asked with a deep growl.

"I.. I made a mistake.. I need your help." She stuttered and lowered her head in regret.

"What did you do?" Cyrus asked staring at her with interest.