Jackson and the queen laid on the bed. She found comfort in his embrace as she caressed his chest with her finger. It followed a circular trajectory which tickled him.The two remained quiet for several minutes.A knock on the door brought them back from their haze.They both got up and dressed. Jackson went to the door. He knocked back and Ulrich pushed it open. His voice echoed through the crack. “Young master, there’s movement in the corridor.”Jackson adjusted his shirt and walked towards the queen. “Your highness. The people I told you about earlier seem to be more active now.”The young woman smiled, buttoned her shirt and walked towards the door. She knocked twice. Her thunderous voice sent chills down Jackson’s spine. “Open the door!”Just as it opened enough for her to go through, the queen slipped outside. Soon enough, the people Jackson followed appeared in front of her. Ulrich flexed his muscles and shielded her.“Hey, Ulrich, push this thing a little more.”Ulrich stepped
The noble minister gargled in a pool of his blood. He laid on his stomach, unable to turn around. His face grew pale and the light in his eyes became dim.One could say it was because of the fear he felt at when Ulrich pounded him without remorse. It took but one punch to demolish his spirit.Queen Melina stared down at him from her throne. Silence brewed for several minutes until Ulrich stood next to Jackson. Then the Rosenbaum Kingdom’s queen spoke in an utterly bitter tone. “You, the minister of this nation, betrayed our people, broke laws and murdered innocents for your greed. As queen, I dismiss you from your duties effective immediately. You are to wait in a cell until the day of your execution.”She looked around and met everyone’s eyes, making them realize how serious she was. She then stood up. Just before she left, her voice echoed throughout the throne room. “Take this scum out of my sight!”Until this happened, her people and nobles thought she was just a figurehead not to
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After a couple of hours in the autobil, Jackson and the others arrived at the Hynkel family estate. With no gates or fences as if it invited people in, the estate welcomed its guests. Although Jackson thought it curious, he more or less understood the meaning behind it. A warlord and a nefarious one lived there. Someone must be stupid enough to infiltrate for whatever reason. The Hynkel family openly showed its might. The road ended when a paved path started, which led into the estate. A garden with abundant greenery and fragrant flowers surrounded the buildings. Different sections divided the place. The current head of the Hynkel family lived at the upper level, whereas Rosalia and her brother, as part of the branch family, lived in the lower. Men and women wearing black suits patrolled the mansion and the surrounding areas, with gun holsters strapped to their chests. It served as a warning to anyone who thought of trying anything against the family. The rest of the family live
Screech! The sharp sound of the tires against the asphalt and burning rubber from the friction turned the heads of everyone present, horrifying them at the same time. Their mouths gaped when they saw a woman floating mid-air before she fell on the rough asphalt. She groaned and spewed blood, adding to the formed crimson pool. Jackson, without wasting a second, rushed to her side. “Someone call an ambulance!” He gently tacked her hair away from her face. The girl’s eyes followed his movement. Visibly frightened, she shivered. Jackson held her hand and patted her head. “It’s going to be okay.” His soothing voice brought about a calmness in her rapid heartbeat. Unable to believe their widened eyes, those present held their mouths with their trembling hands. Muffled voices of fright reached Jackson’s ears. “Hmph! What’s with the horrible acting?” Jackson turned in the voice's direction. He saw a haughty young man in a gray suit. He had just gotten off his sport’s vehicle. A gliste
The policeman grabbed Jackson’s hand. With a solemn expression, he uttered. “Please come quietly. The homeless man passed away. I have to bring you in for questioning.” The young man stood next to the policeman with his hands crossed and a grin painted on his face. He rolled his eyes and sneered. “Serves you right!” Jackson remained unfazed. He didn’t commit the crimes they suggested, but he still felt a knot in his stomach. “I’ll go with you, but none of your claims are correct.” Without a single word leaving his mouth, the policeman approached Jackson and cuffed him. He then turned to the grinning young man. “We got him, young Master Bacco.” With hurried steps, the wealthy young man closed the distance between him and the overjoyed policeman, then smacked him on the head. He leaned to his ear and whispered. “Shut up, idiot! Just take him away…” “Y-Yes sir!” Right then, Jackson’s worries were justified by that minor exchange between those two. Instead of talking his way out of
“Damn it!” Jackson kicked a trash can in front of him. He had his shirt unbuttoned and the jacket of a suit over his shoulder. It was a usual occurrence for him. Every time someone humiliated him, he would get drunk. Once, a respected young man with a bright future ahead of him and everything within his grasp, he became a nobody in the blink of an eye. A commoner who would get humiliated day in and day out. “Mr Walker, that fucker!” Alcohol made his face flash crimson. The humiliation of the day added to the outburst. He groaned when he punched a wall. Jackson kept replaying the events in his mind. He gritted his teeth and clenched his bloody fist. “He made me kneel, damn him! I’ll rip him to pieces!” Even though his mind was dizzy, he could still feel the pain from when Mr Walker slapped him. A reddened handprint on his cheek ached, although his face became numb. “And that sexy little bitch he had with him…?!” He stopped and pondered for a while. "I will return the humiliatio
That same day, Jackson visited the bank. One thought that crossed his mind was perhaps this was a joke. However, would it be worse than what had already happened yesterday? It’s not like he had anything else to do, anyway. [Meet Mr Pearl at Arolia Bank] That’s the last words from the old man in the call. Arolia Bank was one of the most prestigious institutions in the entire world. Even a normal worker, a janitor, held more prestige than any of his peers. If the bank claimed to be the number two business, no one dared say it was the first. Though never really meet Mr. Pearl, Jackson knows this name. In fact, everyone does. ‘King of the Bank’, that’s what people call him. He had the option to greet whoever he wanted. If he ignored someone for whatever reason, rumors would spread like wildfire and the family business would meet its end. Jackson walked in, approached the help desk, and asked for Mr. Pearl. The girl there scanned him from head to toe. She had a displeased look on her