《Priestess Of The Land》Lan's Demise Part 2
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Sensing the arrival of more people, Crei walked back to Tria's side while he was reversing his powers. Lan, who was puddled on the ground, still had some life left in his body, as he was begging him to end his life; with the state he was in, he should have already died. What he didn't know was that Tria was subtly keeping him alive longer using her abilities. How can she let him die before the rest of the audience arrives?
Ra was still speechless to find how powerful Crei actually is, and it was not until Crei had returned to normal, that he realizes how foolish he's been and suddenly felt extreme fear for his life. How many times had he ridiculed and disrespected the third prince. Now that he saw the state Lan was in and didn't know what he did to make Crei so furious, but he knew that could easily be him lying there. Ra's thoughts were a mess, he was visibly fidgeting with drops of sweat rolling down his face.
Madame Ashir and Nala have arrived a little later than Ra, therefore they had missed on Crei's release of power. However, as soon as the mother and daughter saw Lan's state, they had both lost their strength, and collapsed on the ground.
"Husband, what has happened here, which Master have we offended?" asked Madame Ashir in a shaky voice. She only saw Crei and Tria, so she assumed the 'Master' had already left.
"..."
Madame Ashir was upset, she could not understand why her husband was not answering her. Nala saw Tria standing on the side with her handsome husband, although she was jealous of her having such a man next to her, she knew of Crei's lack of talent and unlikelihood of becoming the heir.
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"Second sister, can you tell us what happened? Why is father not talking?", Nala asked Tria.
Tria ignored Nala, and walked towards Ra.
"Father?", she called out.
Ra, too submerged in his fear, did not see Madame Ashir or Nala arrive, neither did he hear his wife talking to him earlier. It was not until he heard Tria's voice that he woke up.
"T-Tria, y-your f-father is s-sorry, I h-have t-truly dis-disregarded you, and sh-should have n-never left you in t-this place. I-I will go to t-the palace and d-demand p-punishment," he started crying and stuttered out to her, then turned to face Crei, "T-third P-prince, t-this humble official h-has b-been blind and h-has neglected h-his own daughter, I w-would like a ch-chance to m-make amends", prostrating himself on the ground towards Crei. Ra had lost all of his nobility.
Madame Ashir, Nala, and the servants who have followed them were thunderstruck, they had no clue of what was occurring.
Crei did not care about what he was rambling about, so he turned to look at Tria, but she just shrugged her shoulders. He didn't want to drag this any longer, and walked towards Lan, while kicking his body.
"Are you dead yet? If not, apologize." Crei did not forget about Lan, and he knows Tria was keeping him alive.
"Argh!" Lan's whole body was numb from pain, and Crei kicking him made it even more unbearable.
Lan realizing his demand, and since he could not move, just cried out, "Second young miss, no, Princess, please forgive this servant's impudence, and all of my past wrongdoings towards you, even if I was given ten lives, I would never act the same way again."
Lan did not last long after that, Tria had stopped feeding him life essence.
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Crei then took Tria's hands, and made their way out, as he was walking past the prostrated figure on the ground, he coldly said:
"Having my wife, your daughter, live worse than an animal, and left to bully by lowly servants, you truly do not deserve to be her father. She is now, my manor's Princess, and from this day forward, will no longer have any ties with you."
Passing everyone, they both walked out of the 'courtyard' looking like two refined beings.
Tria did not say anything, nor did she lift a finger throughout the whole affair. She did not oppose anything Crei did and had saved her the trouble of meddling with these people in the future.
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