Zac actually flinched from Marit’s eerie smile. “What?!”
“What a fool, Zac…”
Marit kept smiling as she shook her head at him, sighing in disappointment. “But I guess I could tell you something that might cheer you up.”
Bursting out in laughter right then, she guffawed so hard that she could cry. “When your wife said that she was going abroad, what she meant was that she was going to have fun with her other lovers, right under your nose! In the hotel you owned, too! Hahaha…”
“What?!” Zac was left stunned in disbelief. “Impossible! Marit isn’t like that!”
“I’m sure everyone else here knows about that, don’t they?”
Marit simply turned toward some of the younger men among the Turnbulls, and at least five of them hung their heads right then.
“What… H-How could you…” Zac was not so stupid that he would not understand.
In fact, he recognized that one of them was his nephew!
Marit even giggled. “Y’know, when I killed her, she had four men on a hotel bed! It was just impressive!”
“Shut up!” Zac bellowed in a frenzy and charged toward Marit like a bull.
Glen quickly tried to stop him. “Calm down, Zac—”
That was when Marit deftly sprang from the floor and charged at Zac in turn.
“Wait!” Frank tried to stop her, but it was already too late.
“Ahahaha…” Marit was laughing maniacally before shouting, “Do you remember the defenseless girl you murdered three years ago at the South Sea?! That was my sister!!!”
Suddenly, her body started to swell like a balloon, and Frank only had time to pull Vicky behind a pillar.
Bang!
With a resounding explosion, pungent, rotting flesh shot away at every direction as Marit self-destructed!
“Argh!!!” Zac screamed even as the shockwave from the explosion sent him slamming into a wall.
The guests in the hall were caught in the splatter of rotting flesh and blood.
Soon, they heard a loud sizzle and realized that Marit’s body was highly acidic, soon leaving parts of their skin charred.
Shrieks and screams resounded across the banquet hall soon enough, but fortunately, it was just painful and not lethal.
Only Zac—who was closest to Marit—had his limbs completely burned off and his wounds eaten up by acidic blood.
Still, it was thanks to that he survived.
Once Frank kept Vicky behind the pillar and told her to stay, he hurried over to Zac, saving his life with his needles and one Ichor Pill.
That was his agreement with the South Sea Crow—to save Zac’s life.
However, Zac would be a cripple, unable to hear, see, or touch. All his skin was burned off and he would be suffering agony every day, and he would not be able to die even if he wanted to.
Such was the punishment the South Sea Crow wanted for Zac—a living hell.
Moreover, Frank had discovered the South Sea Crow’s identity.
She was Ciaran Zobel, the lowest-ranked and least gifted apprentice in Mystic Sky Sect.
Despite her rank, she was older than Frank—Mystic Sky Sect ranked apprentices according to merit and martial rank instead of age.
When the sect fell three years ago, she was just a vigor wielder—a novice.
