Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 730

Capítulo 730: The Plan?

Just as Silmarien had said, the killings truly stopped.

For an entire month, there was not a single incident.

The forest breathed again. Fear slowly loosened its grip, and relief spread through elven society like morning dew. Whispers turned into praise, and praise hardened into conviction.

Prince Silmarien had done what his brother could not.

Many began to speak of his diligence, his quiet resolve, his willingness to risk his life for the people. Even elders who had once stood firmly behind Aetherion began, one by one, to switch sides.

They came bearing gifts.

Rare wines. Elementsl crystals. Ancient scrolls. Tokens of loyalty wrapped in silk and humility.

On this particular day, Silmarien had just finished hosting one such elder.

The old elf stood before him, hands clasped together, bowing deeply.

“Your Highness,” the elder said with emotion thick in his voice, “the people sleep peacefully again because of you. The forest itself feels calmer. We thank you—truly.”

Silmarien inclined his head modestly. “I only did what was required of me.”

The elder bowed again, even lower this time, before slowly backing toward the door. He paused once more, hesitating as if wanting to say more, then thought better of it. With another respectful bow, he turned and left.

The door closed softly behind him.

Silence settled.

Then—

A portion of Silmarien’s poorly tidied room began to distort.

Books scattered across the floor trembled as the air itself rippled, folding inward like liquid blood flowing upstream. The shadows deepened, stretching and congealing, until a figure casually took form in the corner of the room.

Chiron.

He sat lazily in a chair that had not been there moments ago, one leg crossed over the other. In his hands was a book, its pages faintly glowing with crimson runes.

Of course.

His gift on blood curses.

He flipped one final page, then closed the book with a soft thud and looked up at Silmarien.

“This plan of yours,” Chiron said lightly, “systematically breaking the elves from within… it’s quite beautiful, really.”

Silmarien’s expression shifted.

The humility fell away like a discarded mask.

His voice dropped, low and honest. “I have never felt more joy in my life than I do now—watching them die. Watching them trust me.” His lips curved faintly. “You are the universe answering my prayers, Master Chiron.”

Chiron chuckled, amused, clearly pleased.

“High praise,” he said.

Then his eyes sharpened slightly. “So. Is it time for the next phase?”

Silmarien nodded without hesitation.

“Yes,” he said. “We act tonight.”

Chiron’s smile widened just a fraction.

“And?”

Silmarien’s eyes gleamed. “Tonight, we attack the Regent.”

Outside the door, just beyond the thin wooden wall—

The same elder who had just left stood frozen.

His breath caught in his throat as every word echoed in his ears.

He had been listening.

And now, the truth had found him.

The old elder did not linger.

The moment he stepped away from Silmarien’s residence, his calm composure shattered. His breath came fast and shallow as he turned sharply and hurried through the glowing forest paths, robes gathered in trembling hands.

He ran.

Branches parted for him as he passed, elemental-lamps flickering in alarm as his aura spiked with fear. Guards called out after him, but he did not stop. His destination loomed ahead—Prince Aetherion’s residence, the great tree-palace that dominated this sector of the forest like a living monument.

The tree was colossal, its trunk wider than a fortress wall, bark etched with ancient runes of authority and lineage. Massive boughs spiraled upward into the canopy, each branch shaped into terraces, halls, and balconies grown rather than built. Veins of soft golden light pulsed through the wood, responding to the prince’s presence within.

At the base stood elven guards in full ceremonial armor, spears planted firmly into the earth, eyes sharp and unyielding.

“Halt,” one of them commanded.

“It is urgent,” the elder rasped, barely steadying himself. “I must see Prince Aetherion. Now.”

Something in the old elf’s expression—raw terror mixed with certainty—made the guards exchange glances. One of them nodded and struck the butt of his spear against the roots.

Moments later, the elder was ushered inside.

Aetherion stood within a vast open chamber carved into the heart of the tree, moonlight spilling through leaf-shaped openings high above. His armor lay discarded nearby, his expression already dark, already strained.

“What is it?” he demanded. “Speak.”

The elder dropped to one knee, breath ragged. “Your Highness… Prince Silmarien is in league with the intruder.”

Aetherion froze.

The elder continued, words tumbling out in a rush. “I heard it myself. He spoke with the intruder. I think its s demon. They plan to strike tonight. Their target is the Regent.”

For a moment, the world seemed to still. Thoughts clicking in his head.

Then Aetherion laughed.

It was low. Dangerous.

“So,” he said slowly, eyes burning, “the snake finally shows his fangs.”

The elder hesitated. “We must inform the Regent immediately—this is treason of the highest—”

“No.”

Aetherion raised a hand, cutting him off.

The elder stared, stunned. “Y–Your Highness?”

Aetherion turned toward the open canopy, moonlight washing over his sharp features. His lips curled into a cold smile.

This brought him unimaginable joy. In his heart, he already knew what to do. What he wanted to do.

“No,” he repeated. “This is… perfect.”

He turned back, eyes gleaming with ruthless clarity. “Do you have any idea how rare an opportunity like this is?”

The elder swallowed.

“Tonight,” Aetherion continued, “Silmarien reveals himself as a traitor. The intruder will also show his face. And the Regent—” his voice hardened, “—has been a thorn in my side for far too long.”

The realization dawned slowly on the elder’s face.

“Three birds,” Aetherion said calmly, “with one blade.”

The elder’s mouth opened, then closed. “Then… we wait?”

Aetherion nodded.

“Yes,” he said, voice final. “Tonight, I end this.”

His gaze sharpened, fixed on the coming darkness.

“Silmarien. The Regent. And the intruder.”

“None of them will leave this night alive.”