39: Mentally Deranged

Arnold’s POV

Over the last week, I’d come in contact with irritatingly gruesome sights that would've made anyone throw their guts up every single time, but somehow I’d had to endure it because I couldn't afford to appear weak and gutless when the entire kingdom was depending on me to restore peace or at least normalcy back to Crescent Valley.

I’d just returned to the palace after my attention was demanded at another brutal murder scene in the villages, and just like all the other deaths I’d had to inspect, the picture of how horribly they were murdered had become etched in my memory alongside the others.

This time around, the victims of the monster’s brutality were a group of young men that were gutted out and torn from limb to limb in the same way that the poor family that I and Layla met in the swamps were killed. As I remembered how there were brain splatters and flesh scattered around the area I began to feel heavily nauseated and repulsed by how the monster had chosen to brutalize