The Villainous Son Loves His Mother - Chapter 83

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“Zero! Feri.”

The moment I spoke, Feri’s presence vanished completely.
It happened in an instant, like a heat haze flickering and disappearing.
The next time she appeared, she was in the midst of the Inferior Bloodsuckers swarming the Throne Room.
This must be what they mean by “faster than the eye can see.”

There, Feri danced.

With movements as elusive as a dance, she touched the Inferiors.

She didn’t strike them.
She didn’t slash them.
She didn’t cast any structured magic.
She merely touched them.
Yet the results were spectacular.

The moment Feri’s fingertip lightly brushed an Inferior, its skin began to bubble.
Countless blisters erupted across its body in an instant, covering it completely. The next moment, they all burst simultaneously.
Slither.
Like the skin of an overripe fruit peeling away, its flesh slid off its bones, leaving only a grotesque mass of meat rolling on the floor.
There was no time to scream.
Another Inferior began to shriek madly the moment Feri’s toe lightly brushed its knee.

“Aaaaaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaaah!”

Screaming incoherently, it repeatedly slammed its head against the floor.
Thud. Thud. The dull sounds echoed.
Soon, its skull shattered, splattering dark red brain matter across the floor as it died.
Yes, Feri’s method was the ancient, time-honored way humans had piled up the most corpses throughout history—poisoning.
Perhaps it should be called Magic Power Poison.

She condensed negative emotions—malice, hostility, murderous intent, and malevolence—and channeled them directly into her target’s life force.
It could be considered a form of curse.
Truly insidious and perverse.
It was no wonder she craved being trampled by me or endlessly stared at my clothes and underwear.

This was a fitting method of execution for Feri.
One by one, the Inferiors met bizarre deaths.
Some exploded from within, while others clawed themselves to death.

Before me stood two Inferiors who appeared relatively unscathed: an Inferior Man and an Inferior Woman.
And in the corner, a naked woman trembled, another Inferior.
Within what felt like less than ten seconds, all the other rabble had been reduced to bloody chunks or stains, leaving only these three.
Feri swiftly returned to my side.
Her expression remained unchanged, even serene.

“It’s finished, Young Master. The woman wasn’t Undead, so I refrained from intervening for the time being. But if you give the order, I’ll eliminate her immediately,”

Feri said, glancing at the naked woman sprawled on the floor.

“I see. Well, she might just be an innocent Inferior. That’s fine,”

I nodded.

–“Is it okay?　Hein… Nobles sometimes have to make cruel decisions, but you must not kill needlessly.”

My mother’s words echoed in my mind.
I turned my gaze to the two surviving Inferiors.

“Now then, Inferior Woman and Inferior Man—yes, you two,”

I said slowly.

“Your delayed judgment led to the pointless deaths of many of your subordinates. How pathetic.”

When the leader is incompetent, the subordinates suffer.
I must strive for constant improvement.

“But this is your own fault. It’s the punishment for ignoring my warnings.”

I took a step closer to them.

“However, I am merciful. I’ll give you a second chance. Hand over the Night’s Dew. You have it, don’t you? Then give it to me… if you don’t want to die. If you don’t have it, tell me where it is. Then I might spare your lives.”