CHAPTER 2 : HIS LAST WORDS

“What the heck is going on here?” Ashwa screamed his heart out. But no one even bothered to hear him out. Instead, the cheers demanding his death even grew louder.

Ashwa looked at one of those scary looking persons who had horns on their head, and cried “At least tell me the reason for this.”

The large man shouted, “Silence! We all know what you did. Mowww!”

“Eh?! Why does he sound like a bull‽ And what did I do exactly?” Ashwa thought in his head. The last thing he remembered was getting unconscious. What happened after that was a complete mystery to him.

While he tried to remember that, he heard a voice from his right,“Stop shedding crocodile tears, you cold blooded murderer. What you did is unforgivable”. It was a woman’s voice. Ashwa was shocked to hear the word ‘murderer’. He tried to turn his head to see her face. But his neck was not movable at that time. The lady walked towards him and stood in front of him while cursing and despising him. Ashwa was finally able to see her face. She was a beautiful middle-aged woman, with long red hair and blue eyes. She was wearing red armor over a black dress and had two swords hanging on her waist. It felt as if she was some kind of a warrior. But what stood out most to Ashwa was two things- one being her ears which were like that of a wild dog’s. And another thing was her visible red tail.

This whole time, Ashwa was just thinking about saving his life. So he didn’t notice the people in front of him. But , now that he took a look at them , he discovered that every person around him had some parts of their body similar to one or multiple animals. Even the person sitting on the throne was looking like a mixture of lion and eagle from a distance. Until now, he was sitting quietly on his throne. But all of a sudden he stood up and started walking towards Ashwathama. Within a few seconds, the loud noises coming from all around the stadium turned into a pin drop silence. Ashwa felt a sudden chill down his spine. He couldn’t blink his eyes for a second. Finally, the person came close to him and stood before him like a tall mountain.

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He had the head of a lion and wings of an eagle. He looked old which was evident from his long white beards. But, his sharp brown eyes were filled with passion and rage. The red cloak which he was wearing on his muscular body along with the golden crown , sitting on top of his head , were generating an enormous aura that could only be of a true king.

“As the one hundred fifty seventh ruler of the beastmen, I, Griffin the third, will now order your execution. Do you have any last words?” said the king with a deep voice.

“But my king, he is nothing but a heinous monster. Does a devil like him even deserve to speak‽” asked the red-haired lady with anger.

“Third army, vice commander, Ms. Deliah…..” Griffin explained “I know how angry you are feeling right now. But trust me, If I was not the king, I would kill him right here , in an instant with my bare hands. But my ancestors had taught me to always fulfill the last request of the dead. So if I don’t follow that, then it will be disrespectful to them.

“So, young man, tell me your last words. Don’t waste our time anymore.” Griffin asked with politeness.

At that point, Ashwa entirely gave up hope for his survival. After thinking for ten seconds, he finally spoke, “I have realized it by now, that everyone present here, wants me dead. So, no matter what I say, it doesn’t really matter. Does it? But still if you insist, before my death, I will just like to know, where am I and why I am being executed. Well, that’s all for my last words. Rest is your choice.”

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Are you purposefully wasting our time? I know, you are scheming something. Aren’t you? I saw with my own eyes what you did. And, now all of a sudden, you are asking us for an explanation! Are you trying to gain our sympathy by acting like a victim?” shouted Deliah.

Griffin interrupted her, “That’s enough Deliah. Even if he is purposely wasting our time, there is nothing that can save him today. His death is inevitable.

“Very well young man, I will fulfill your last request. I will tell you everything.

“This place is neither earth nor hell. It is a place between them. This is ‘Olymzeus’, also known as the world of beastmen.”

CHAPTER 2 END

SOMETHING EXTRA BEFORE THE NEXT CHAPTER

Here is some extra information about Deliah

Age : 28

Role : 3rd army vice commander of beastmen

Favorite food : Anything made with meat

Hobby : Crafting swords and hot spring baths