Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3370 Regent's Orders

When Aelred entered his sister's room, he found her lying on the bed, her body covered in bruises and wounds. As she looked at him, her eyes, once full of life, were now filled with nothing but deep disappointment. In that instant, Aelred's heart twisted in agony. He realized then that his sister had seen him standing at the door the previous night. Under the weight of her gaze, Aelred shamefully left her room. Later that day, Aelred carefully prepared a meal and brought it to her.

The porcelain bowl slipped from his hands, shattering on the floor. The meal he had so thoughtfully prepared scattered across the ground, but Aelred didn't care. His eyes were locked on the crimson streak across his sister's wrist. The once-white bedsheets were now stained with red.

Crash!

Aelred rushed forward, cradling his sister in his arms, apologizing over and over, but she did not respond. His eyes, now filled with the same red as her blood, blazed with fury. It was as if he had become a different person.

He rose, grabbed a short knife from the kitchen, and stood by the door, waiting. When the man who had spent the day pretending to be a saint returned, cursing as usual, Aelred greeted him with the glint of the knife.

With savage fury, Aelred hacked the man to pieces, his rage unabated even after the man had become unrecognizable. When others found him, Aelred was still hacking at the body, over and over again.

he became an ascetic monk, traveling barefoot across Montiria, even visiting distant lands like Dornia and Druira. It was as though he had erased all the horrors of his past, always

air. A pair

...

my disciple and pass on my legacy.

knew his plan was

by, and the violent glint in those crimson eyes grew increasingly intense. Aelred was losing his patience. Suddenly, the door to the death row prison swung open. A guard entered, humbly leading

to go," the guard said as he opened Rocco's cell

seeing Rocco. "Anton Cunningham, the steward of the Cunningham

at Anton as he spoke. "Get up.

Rocco's

twenty years. He wasn't just any Rocco; he was Rocco Cunningham, a direct descendant of the Cunningham family's senior branch. If not for the unfortunate events that had brought his father to Montiria, Rocco wouldn't have had to endure

his cell," Rocco said, pointing to the opposite cell