Chapter 43: His Ways Are Mine!

"Dasya, you have to be calm. Now that Mirrun is dead, we have no card to use against them". Zale paused, his voice sounding calm even though he was nervous and scared.

Dasya, who had been staring at the corpse of Mirrun after he managed to stop the guards who were about to burn it, exhaled before he began. "Card? Did I need a card to burn Dryan and Aro?"

"What about the villagers? Will you allow innocent people to die?" Zale asked hastily.

He knew it was a hard decision to make, but they had to refrain from getting others into this. No more people deserve to die because of his mother and brother's greed.

"What are we going to do? Two days have passed, there are two days remaining! Your bride will be here today!" Dasya loud voice echoed through the empty wall as his emptiness and sadness could be felt in his tone.

"About the marriage, I can pull through. What I am concerned about is your well-being. Brother, will you be alright?" Zale let out his worries, his voice sounding sad as ever.

"Zale, does it look like I am worried? If only they could kill me, I would gladly accept death without caring". Dasya words sounded cold, yet filled with sorrow and heartbreaks.

Hearing his brother's words, the only thing Zale could do was to stare at his brother in confusion before he was able to talk. "Dasya, what did you mean? Would you watch your enemy take your life? Would you die for the sin you did not commit?"

"Zale, you are st…"

"Still a boy? How many times will I hear those useless words from you! How many times will you keep those pain and wounds to yourself?! Do you think you can mend everything your own way?!" Zale did not care if he was beginning to sound rude, all he cared was pouring down how he felt. He hated this part of Dasya!

"Zale, I doubt I would be able to control the demon in me. It kept devouring my soul. I don't want to hurt the people I love the most". Tiny tears streamed down from his eyes as he hesitated before letting out those emotional words.

"Dasya, you are a brave man. You are a strong man who can conquer that weak demon. You can do it." Zale muttered calmly, his left hand placed on Dasya's broad shoulder.

Zale words never cease to amaze him, but this put a smile on the corner of his lips.

Dasya chuckled before he nodded his head like a child in need of parental love.

"Zale, you can go to your chamber and start preparing for your royal marriage. You must not be seen with me, or you would be charged for committing treason or being my accomplice". Even in the last moments, Dasya still wanted his stepbrother to be safe and not be in trouble because of him.

After he uttered those words, Zale nodded his head before he hugged him tightly.

"Dasya, this felt like forever. I don't want you to get hurt. Don't dare get hurt, it's a royal command! I can't live without you around me". Zale allowed his tears to pour down freely as he uttered warmly.

Dasya broke from the hug before chuckling at his brother's words. "Yes, your royal highness. I will keep your words dearly in my heart".

Zale burst into sudden laughter before he teased him. "Now, you are the one sounding like a baby and not me".

"Yeah, I can be your child. Yeah, promise me your brother's head, and I will be your son". Dasya teased, and the air of the prison became filled with their laughter.

After some moments of laughter, the two brothers departed with tears clustering in their eyes, as if they were going to leave each other forever.

Zale took the path leading to his courtyard, while Dasya took the part leading to Dryan chamber.

After walking through many halls, he finally arrived at Dryan courtyard.

A cruel smirk made its way to his lips as he glared at the guards who charged towards him with their swords tightly in their right hands.

"Dasya, you are not permitted to be in the courtyard of the crown prince!" One of the guards muttered, his trembling body made his fear obvious, even though his words held no ounce of fear.

"Yes, I am Dasya! What guts you have gotten!" Dasya did not hesitate before he punched the guard who called his name without respect.

He will take anything, but definitely not rudeness from a low life who became his brother's dog!

"Guards, you must protect the crown prince of Bel-Hir kingdom! Even though it will put your life at risk, now charge!" The guard, who just received a punch from Dasya, instructed his men.

The guards walked up to Dasya, their sword making way towards Dasya, but he was too fast to dodge it.

Dasya dodged every sword that was raised to slay him, beating the owner of the sword to pup. Two of his punches are enough to make them pass out.

Even though they were punched, and beaten to pulp, the ones who managed to have their skin unscathed were still reluctant and determined to kill Dasya.

While they were trying so hard to slay Dasya in order to be on the good side of Dryan, one of the men finally injured Dasya.

The moments Dasya felt blood gushing out of his body, he felt a strange weakness from within, his body reacting strangely.

Meanwhile, the guards stared at Dasya who was trying to get a hold of himself after getting a cut before they charged towards him again.

They were about to slay him, but felt a hot breeze threw them away.

Dasya who was trying his best to remain calm but couldn't, gave up. He walked over to the men who were bleeding profusely before he rubbed his palm together.

Staring at the men with his flamy eyes which speak of h*ll, he released the balls of flame he produced.

A cruel smirk mixed with loud laughter filled the air as Dasya watched the men cry for help while their skin burnt before his presence.

"Next time, you dare not come in the way of Dasya! His ways are mine!" This time, Dasya's voice sounded weird. His voice sounded like a crack from a heavy wall, and a blazing fire.

"Wow. I never expected you to walk into my courtyard to hurt my guards. How low of you!" Dryan's voice made him turn away from the men who were burning before his presence.

Dasya remained silent. Taking some steps closer to Dryan, his anger and resentment was felt through his movement and gaze.

"Dasya, I never expected you to have the guts to think of harming me. Good thing you are here". Staring at Dasya who was still mute, Dryan smirked dangerously before he walked closer.

He hesitated before he continued. "Dasya, today you would walk out of my chamber as a dead man! Too bad, I won't be able to disgrace you before everyone!"