Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 123

CHAPTER 112 PART 2

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More guards fell. Cosmo’s blade moved with artistry-not random slaughter but demonstration of techniques Marcus had perfected over centuries. Each strike showcased different applications of dragon-blessed martial arts.

“Her form has improved,” Marcus observed approvingly. “Three years of independent training served her well. That last combination-the spinning throat strike into reverse disembowelment-very efficient.”

“You’re APPROVING?!” Thaddeus stared at Marcus with absolute incomprehension. “You’re watching her slaughter my men and you’re-you’re critiquing her TECHNIQUE?!”

“I’m her master,” Marcus said simply. “Teaching never stops.

The massacre wound down as available targets decreased. Bodies littered the treasure room in grotesque piles. Blood pooled so thick it looked like someone had spilled buckets of red paint across priceless marble.

Several Ridge Family members fainted. Mitchell collapsed against a wall, vomiting. Thaddeus stood frozen, all his earlier rage replaced by primal terror as he finally understood what stood before him.

Cosmo turned to Marcus, not even breathing hard despite the carnage. “Master, shall I continue? There are more guards in the exterior courtyard.”

The single word-Master-hit the surviving Ridge Family members like a physical blow.

If this demon who’d just slaughtered sixty trained fighters called Marcus Steel “Master,” what kind of existence was HE?

“There are?” Marcus walked to a window, his dragon senses confirming Cosmo’s assessment. “About twenty more, I’d estimate. Finish them.”

“NO!” Truman’s scream carried soul-deep agony. “Holy Master, please! They’re just doing their jobs! They don’t

deserve-”

“Neither did my disciple deserve your family’s arrogance,” Marcus interrupted coldly. “Cosmo, proceed.”

Cosmo walked toward the exterior doors, her blade still dripping. Outside, guards saw her coming-saw the blood coating her clothing-and began backing away.

“Please!” One dropped his weapon. “We were just following orders! We didn’t-”

“Your orders,” Cosmo said pleasantly, “led you to attack the Dragon King’s disciple. Consider this a learning experience for your next life.”

Her needles flew. Three guards collapsed. The rest turned and ran, but dragon-taught speed made escape impossible. She cut them down with casual efficiency, testing new variations of the Nine-Turn technique between kills.

Marcus’s phone rang.

He pulled it out, checked the screen, and answered with voice utterly calm despite standing in a room full of corpses. “Hello?”

“Marcus?” Quinn Hartford’s voice carried concern. “Where are you? It’s getting late. When will you be home?”

“Fifteen minutes,” Marcus promised. “Just finishing some business. Don’t worry,”

“Be safe.”

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“Always am.”.

The call ended. Marcus pocketed his phone and looked at Finnian Ridge-still whimpering on the floor, his burned face twisted with pain and absolute terror.

“You wanted to know why your grandfather kneeled,” Marcus said conversationally, walking toward the heir. “It’s because he remembered something your generation forgot. That power without the strength to defend it is just temporary privilege waiting to be reclaimed.”

He placed his foot on Finnian’s leg-the undamaged one.

“No-no please” Finnian’s protest turned into a scream as Marcus’s dragon-enhanced strength pressed down.

CRACK.

The bone shattered under pressure that could have leveled buildings. Finnian’s shriek reached pitches that human throats shouldn’t produce, echoing through the blood-soaked treasure room.

“That,” Marcus said quietly, “was Cosmo’s original assignment. Consider it fulfilled.”

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