Susie felt a heavy weight in her heart, unable to let it out no matter how hard she tried.

"Master, why don't you cry a little?"

Susie felt emo and finally understood what those older brothers and sisters meant when they talked about emo.

Tears didn't listen and fell down on their own.

Mitch laughed and reached out to cup Susie's face, gently caressing her with his fingertips, wiping away her tears.

"Why are you still crying?" he asked. "Feeling upset? Master is really fine."

He thought for a moment and then said, "Or maybe the master can tell you how he sought revenge."

Susie looked uncertainly at her master.

She didn't want to make her master sad anymore. Over the years, she had come to understand that love and trust can hurt people, and so can hatred and revenge.

When seeking revenge, one constantly reminds oneself of how much hatred they had in the past.

Has it been too long since we last mentioned it? Does it feel better now that it has been brought up?

"Say it, Master," Susie hesitated repeatedly, finally nestling in Mitch's arms.

I looked at him with full heart and eyes.

Mitch lowered his gaze, and a gentle breeze lifted his ink-black hair, adding a touch of ethereal charm to him, as if he were detached from the mundane world.

***

The Dubin's Mansion was annihilated, and blood flowed half a mile away, staining the once glorious steps red.

Mitch stood in front of the door, lost and hollow-eyed.

Suddenly, a ringing sound was heard, and a familiar voice exclaimed, "Surround them!"

"In order to prevent the restless spirits of the Dubin's Mansion from causing harm and disturbing Your Majesty, soul-restraining pillars were installed within a ten-mile radius!"

Rye was dressed in a black official robe, wearing the same three-beam crown as Mitch used to wear when he was alive. His eyes were filled with a stern expression as he stared at the lintel of the Dubin's Mansion.

"Rye... how dare you!" Mitch angrily lunged at his former friend who had betrayed him.

The bell around Rye's waist suddenly rang!

Three thousand years ago, in a newly developed dynasty, people firmly believed in the existence of gods, immortals, ghosts, and various supernatural beings wandering among them.

The worship, altar, and rituals were all extremely grand.

Mitch rose to the position of prime minister solely based on his true abilities. Prior to this, he was also referred to as the national teacher.

The bells around Rye's waist were made by himself, used to alert whether there were any demons lurking around, to ward off evil spirits...

Rye's hair stood on end instantly, and he whispered, "Mitch, you are indeed still here."

Mitch reached out to grab Rye's neck, ignoring the ringing bell's attempts to drive him away.

But his hand went through Rye's body, and the bell rang even louder, knocking Mitch out.

Rye glanced around and whispered, "Mitch, I had no choice either! Just go in peace, don't stay in this world anymore, it's not where you belong!"

Mitch laughed and stared at him resentfully, "It's not the place I should be, is it where you should be, Rye?"

Rye knew Mitch well enough, their brotherly bond of over a decade was stronger than that of blood brothers.

He could probably guess what Mitch would answer if he was there.

"Shouldn't it be mine?" Rye clenched his fists. "Being the best in the world, it shouldn't be me, it can't be me?"

"You have overshadowed me for too long with your sharpness! If you were a true brother, you would have yielded to me and let me leave peacefully."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite..."

Mitch froze, then suddenly burst into laughter, laughing more and more hysterically until tears streamed down his face.

What a ridiculous and ironic reason.

"Just for the sake of prolonging your life, did your whole family deceive me?"

"My mentor was like a father to me, but my father killed me!"

"A good friend is like a brother, but my brother does not tolerate me!"

"Darla is only three years old... Jacob... Jacob can only call me 'brother'," Mitch's eyes were bloodshot, until his tears turned into tears of blood. He shouted angrily at Rye, "You! How could you do this? How could you lay your hands on them too?"

Darla also grew up in his arms. He also took Darla to buy clay figurines and sugar cookies.

When Darla caused trouble and bumped into the emperor, he also knelt before the emperor like a brother and apologized on behalf of Darla.

Not to mention Jacob, he was the one who taught baby talk, and even the name Jacob was given by him.

How could he... How could they!

"Rye... Rye!" Mitch shouted, lunging over and over again, passing through Rye each time.

Rye stepped back, and suddenly there was a loud bang, the Dubin's Mansion burst into flames.

Mitch's pupils contracted: "No, no, I can't, don't!"

Even if the parents, sister, and brother have all died, their souls are no longer present.

But Mitch still wanted them to rest in peace.

Burning the body, this was a way to prevent the deceased from ever being reincarnated...

Mitch rushed into the fire, but was forced out by the growing flames. The fire grew bigger and eventually engulfed the entire Dubin's Mansion.

The common people gathered around from a distance, whispering to each other, "Serves him right! Traitors like him deserve to die!"

"Burn well! It's best to prevent them from reincarnating forever!"

"I really can't tell, usually pretending to be loyal to the emperor and loving the people, gentle and kind, but actually so heartless and cruel... and claiming to be the number one extraordinary man in the world, what a joke!"

"It was ambition that drove him... A mere courtier dared to raise an army and plot a rebellion. Well done for killing him!"

Rye stood in front of the crowd, listening to everything, but he didn't defend Mitch at all.

"Sir, all the Soul-anchoring pillars have been buried!"

Rye coldly replied, "Hmm... Go down."