The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

A scream echoed as someone fell to the ground.

The gun was now in Enrico’s hands.

Paige, battered and bruised, lay on the ground, watching as Enrico fired at the people in front of him. His shooting was ruthless, devoid of any emotion.

The person on the ground twitched slightly, and without even looking, Enrico coldly fired another shot, ensuring they couldn’t move again.

When the bullets were spent, Enrico didn’t bother picking up another gun. As someone rushed toward him, he grabbed their neck with one swift motion and twisted.

A true devil in human form.

No mercy, no hesitation, only slaughter.

In an instant, the guard in front of Emery was gone.

The next second, Enrico turned his gaze toward Emery.

“…”

Emery’s pupils contracted, and he instinctively shrank back. He looked around in panic, seeing that all of the remaining people were tangled up with Paige’s subordinates, unable to spare anyone to protect him.

He had brought so many people, but now, Enrico and Paige had taken out more than half of them.

So fast… it all happened so fast…

Enrico stood beneath the stone bridge, looking at Emery with an expressionless face.

“Enrico, are you sober now?”

Though Emery had schemed behind the scenes many times, he had rarely interacted with Enrico. He had assumed Enrico’s earlier behavior was due to drunkenness, unaware of anything else.

He clutched his wounded shoulder, retreating in panic yet excitement, “Enrico, how do I compare to you? Have you killed as many people as I have?”

“…”

Enrico coldly stared at him, saying nothing. He simply took a step toward the stone bridge.

Emery’s anxiety intensified, and he backed up until he was pressed against the cliffside, trembling as he watched the man in front of him. He forced a smile, though it shook with fear, “Enrico, are you going to kill me? Too bad I’m your own brother. You may abandon me, but you can’t harm me.”

After all, their deceased mother had left a will.

If Enrico killed him, it would go against their mother’s last wishes.

Standing on the stone bridge, Enrico ignored the ongoing chaos around them. His eyes landed on a blood-stained cigarette lying on the bridge, and then shifted to the pocket of Emery’s shirt.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

He took two steps forward.

Emery’s body tensed up like a rock. Enrico reached down, but not to grab his throat. Instead, he fished a pack of cigarettes from Emery’s pocket, taking a lighter as well.

Enrico stood there, pulling a cigarette from the pack and placing it between his lips. He twirled the lighter in his long fingers, flicking it open as a flame sparked to life.

The wind at River Town was strong, and he lowered his head, cupping his hand around the flame. The firelight reflected off the blood on his face and the grey in his eyes, making him look as eerie as a demon.

“…”

From a distance, Paige watched, realizing that the Enrico she had once known, the one with the memories from when he was only nine, was truly gone.

In that moment, a swirl of complex emotions surged within her.

As she watched Enrico standing there on the stone bridge, her eyes blurred with tears again.

Seeing that Enrico wasn’t going to harm him, Emery relaxed a little. He sat up straighter, chuckling, “I knew it. Enrico would never be like Paige. You don’t care how many people die in this world.”

And you wouldn’t break your mother’s will for anything.

At his words, Enrico casually tossed the lighter aside, biting the cigarette between his lips. His tongue flicked across his teeth, and the crimson ember glowed in the wind.

He took a long, almost greedy drag of the cigarette before walking behind Emery.

Enrico slowly crouched down, raising Emery’s chin with one hand and tilting his head to the side, looking at him with the same disdain he might show a lowly insect.

The icy, emotionless hand against his jaw, Enrico right behind him-Emery couldn’t tell if he was more afraid or excited that Enrico was finally paying attention to him. His breathing trembled. “Enrico…”

Enrico crouched low, one knee on the ground, taking the cigarette from his lips and blowing the smoke directly into Emery’s ear.

“Cough, cough…”

Emery choked and began coughing.

“You asked how you compare to me?”

Enrico finally responded to his earlier question, his handsome face leaning closer to Emery’s ear, his thin lips almost brushing against his earlobe as he spoke in a cold, contemptuous voice, “How could you ever compare to me? You’re just a…”

Enrico paused, watching as Emery’s eyes widened in fear, before adding the last word-

“Worthless.”

At that, Enrico’s eyes darkened with malice. He gripped Emery’s chin tightly, while with the other hand, he pressed the burning cigarette into Emery’s neck, like snuffing out a cigarette in an ashtray.

“Ahhh-!”

Emery screamed in agony, thrashing about wildly. All traces of excitement vanished, leaving only frenzied anger and uncontrollable fear in his eyes. “I’m your brother! Your own brother!”

Enrico remained crouched there, locking his arms around Emery’s throat from behind, sneering, “Brother? You think you deserve that?”

“…”

Paige stood there, staring in a daze.

He’s talking to Emery.

Does that mean he’s not in a state of madness?

Is he… clear-headed now?

“We share the same blood! Of course, I deserve it! Why didn’t you save me? Why?”

Emery, with his shoulder already crippled by Paige, could only lift one hand to grab at Enrico’s arm in rage.

He had been haunted by this question for years.

“Because I didn’t want to.”

Enrico’s grip tightened further.

Hearing this, Emery completely lost it. The question that had plagued him for years was finally answered with such cold indifference. He gripped Enrico’s arm, gasping for breath, “Then you would never have expected today, right? If it weren’t for you, Paige would’ve succeeded long ago, but I’ve ruined it over and over again.”

“…”

Enrico’s eyes darkened with a flash of menace.

“You see it now, don’t you? See how many people have died? I’ve killed so many of her subordinates. Do you think she’s sad about that?”

Emery shouted, even beginning to laugh as he spoke. “And Paige, I’ve hurt her badly. Do you think she’ll survive this time? Maybe she’ll die too.”

Enrico’s face grew colder and colder, his blood-stained features more ghastly, his eyes devoid of light. His lips tightened as his arm constricted around Emery’s neck.

“…”

Realizing that Enrico truly intended to kill him, Emery’s fear became all-consuming, though he still smiled like a madman. “You’re really going to kill me? Fine. Even Father couldn’t make you do it. If you kill me, that would be interesting…”

“…”

“Go ahead. Kill me. Forget about your mother’s will. Just kill me, your own brother!”

Emery shouted while he still could, his voice growing hoarser and his expression more deranged.

“You don’t need to provoke me.”

Enrico’s arms tightened around his neck, his thin lips curling into a disdainful smile. “I’ve already broken that vow.”

Any will, any blood ties-all of it had become meaningless the moment he woke up.