Quick Travel: Redeem the Villain

This entire courtyard is under the control of Keles, who was sent by the queen to supervise the original owner.

Keles looked for a while and then left.

Courtyard door.

"Hahahahaha! That's right, our little prince's figure and looks are simply top-notch!" said a guard with a lewd smile on his face.

Another guard echoed, "Yes, if I can spend a night with the little prince, it would be worth dying for!" Several other guards also nodded in agreement. As they spoke, they stared at the door of the room with lustful eyes, as if they had seen themselves and the little prince together.

"The little prince is so handsome, even more beautiful than the most beautiful princess in the neighboring country."

"what……"

A guard suddenly screamed, the sound piercing the night sky, as if tearing the air around him apart. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, his hands tightly covering his mouth, staring at the person next to him in horror. The person's head had already rolled to the ground, separated from the body, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Blood gushed out from the severed neck, splattering on the green lawn, forming scarlet flowers. The blood dripped down the tip of the sword, blending into the ground, interweaving with the green of the grass, forming a weird and frightening picture.

Kelais calmly shook off the blood on his sword and put it back into the scabbard. He raised a playful smile and glanced at the terrified and pale guards.

He walked forward slowly, his footsteps were clearly audible, as if every step carried a heavy pressure. When he came in front of the guard who screamed loudly, he stopped, lowered his head slightly, and stared at him with cold eyes: "The little prince is mine."

With a flash of cold light, the tip of the sword was firmly against the guard's throat.

"Bang!" With a dull thud, the man fell heavily to the ground. There was no sign of life, only his eyes, still open in death, staring straight ahead.

Kelais looked at everything in front of him with an indifferent expression, his eyes were as cold as the stars, without any emotion. The blade was flashing with cold light, extremely sharp, and stained with bright red blood.

He swung the sword casually a few times, and the sword drew several graceful arcs in the air, shaking off the blood. The blood droplets splashed on the ground around, forming scarlet flowers and emitting a disgusting bloody smell.

The other guards who heard the noise ran over and saw that it was Kelais who killed someone. No one dared to step forward to ask what happened.

After a while, a guard walked up to Keles cautiously, lowered his head and asked softly, "Sir, are you okay?" His voice was trembling, and he was obviously full of fear of this cruel boss.

Without looking up, Keles replied indifferently: "Clean it up." After that, he turned and left, leaving behind a pool of blood and a corpse.

The other guards secretly breathed a sigh of relief as they watched Kelais leave.

Kelais returned to his room and took out a handkerchief to carefully wipe the blood off his sword. As the sword gradually became shiny again, his thoughts drifted back to the moment when he first met the little prince. A hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

The next morning, when the sun shone across the courtyard, the guards had already cleaned up the bodies and bloodstains from last night. It was as if nothing had happened.