In This Rebirth, The Male Lead Is Mine [BL]

Chapter 249: Protagonist Halo (2)

Kamille’s expression hardened significantly, his sharp glare bore on Epsilon alone, and the oppressive nature it held made Epsilon’s facial muscles twitch.

Epsilon forced himself to maintain his expression no matter how difficult it was. Kamille could not care less about his circumstance, and his body flickered before appearing in front of Epsilon.

Epsilon had yet to even blink or process what happened when his neck was grabbed and purposely strangled. His eyes widened, and he could only cough at the force.

Kamille seemed to only leisurely strangle Epsilon, but he was the only one who knew how much he restrained himself not to break the neck he was holding. His self-control was being tested to the limit.

"Where is Rise?" Kamille asked in a calm tone, yet his crimson pupils showed the agitation and urgency in the dark shade of it.

Epsilon struggled for a while, but noticing the strength of this hold, he flashed a stiff smile. Despite the pain, he still managed to answer Kamille.

"How would I know? He—" Epsilon’s face contorted, and he had to stop speaking when Kamille put more force in his hands; bruises quickly appeared on Epsilon’s sensitive skin.

"I’m not here to play with your schemes. Where is Rise?"

Both of them knew that only one could quietly erase trails. It was not an organization of this world. Someone far yet also near. And that someone was related to them, but more so with Epsilon.

Epsilon’s face contorted further, and he could not help but look at Kamille in resentment. His purple eyes moistened slightly, so that if anyone saw it, they would immediately feel sorry for him. However, Kamille was not just anyone.

Epsilon’s expression had no effect on him whatsoever.

"Do you think if I know... I’ll tell you?" Epsilon’s voice was hoarse, and he had to pause because of the pain, but he quickly continued. His gaze filled with resentment glared at Kamille.

"You can hurt me. But we both know. You... won’t be able to kill me."

Epsilon’s confidence despite his fear from the bottom of his heart stemmed from the fact that he was the protagonist. Kamille should have felt it too.

Kamille’s piercing crimson eyes gleamed. He did not say a word but tightened his grip on Epsilon’s neck. Epsilon’s eyes bulged out, and tears streamed down his face as he began to finally struggle in Kamille’s hold.

Both of them stared at each other, one filled with malicious intentions and the other with fear, yet also confidence.

This went on for a few minutes, and what Epsilon said was true. Kamille did not hold back at all. He intended to kill Epsilon, but some force was preventing him from doing so. No matter how much strength, it could only inflict injury at most, but not kill Epsilon.

Epsilon smirked. His hands now fell on his sides and were not struggling anymore. Of course, sweat and tears continued to stream down his face and back, but indignation aside, it made him bolder.

"Y-You can’t... kill me," he repeated.

Kamille did not say a word. His eyes flickered slightly, and he threw Epsilon toward the table behind. Epsilon let out a muffled groan, his body slumped on the broken table.

Epsilon was out of it for a moment as he coughed blood. Injuries were also inflicted on his skin, especially on his arms.

Kamille slowly approached him. His footsteps resounded in the room, increasing the tension in the air. He soon stood before Epsilon, looking down at him.

Epsilon blinked and looked up at him. The pain he was feeling increased his resentment, but also the terror Kamille brought him. He felt so indignant in his heart that fresh tears streamed down his cheeks as he choked with both saliva and blood.

"Why? Rise—" Epsilon’s eyes widened as he suddenly let out a scream.

Kamille stepped on his legs, and audible cracks could be heard as Epsilon’s bones broke, followed by Epsilon’s heart-wrenching scream. The man who faced Kamille earlier was nowhere to be found.

This scream even made the commotion outside become larger. Since the glasses shattered, most of the Blue Guild members had arrived, but there was a wind barrier preventing everyone from going inside and interrupting what was happening.

Helpless, they could only wait.

Kamille did not mind if they had an audience, but if they would distract from his interrogation, that was another matter. He looked down at the sobbing Epsilon without any waves in his heart.

"I don’t want to hear you saying Rise’s name. It’s unpleasant," Kamille calmly stated, which was the truth. Kamille squatted in front of him; his hands reached out to grab Epsilon’s hair.

"Now answer me, where’s Rise?"

Epsilon sniffled, and tears sprang in his eyes, but there was only anger in those eyes. "I won’t... tell, even if you kill me."

This was his protest and something he could only do. Although he was also an S-rank esper and should be able to fight back, Kamille had already dominated everything inside that; as he tried to manipulate something, none of the objects were heeding his way.

It was not like they could injure Kamille either.

His confidence could only lie in his identity and in the idea that he would not die.

Kamille pursed his lips. His crimson pupils had never been this dark before. He nodded slightly.

"Are you so confident that I can’t kill you?" Kamille asked indifferently.

Epsilon wanted to nod, but seeing Kamille’s expression, his heart could not help but skip a beat.

"Wh-What will you do?"

Again, Kamille did not answer him. His crimson eyes only gleamed, and the room darkened. In Epsilon’s horror, black fires sprouted from the ground, and as if alive, they slowly surrounded Epsilon.

Looking at them. Epsilon felt a different kind of chill, as though it were coming from the bottom of his very being. The more he looked at the fire, which appeared to be alive, the more his heartbeat pounded fiercely.

Kamille leaned toward him, his voice seemingly that of a devil from the depths of hell. Epsilon’s pupils shook, terrified.

"How much can you endure? I want to know."

Epsilon looked up at him, and his eyes shook further. His heart was gripped with fear, and soon the fire finally touched him. There was no burning sensation, and there were no surface burn wounds either.

However, Epsilon’s screams this time were so loud that everyone in this building might have heard them already. No, it was beyond heartwrenching. It was not just a scream; it was a shriek of a man’s soul being burned alive.