The Death of Axolotl

At those words, Xolotl's heart tightened. His expression turned icy, and he swept an indifferent glance over the old Priest Taiya.

Feeling the king's killing intent, the old Priest Taiya's knees went weak, and he collapsed straight to the ground, begging in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, I—I have only ever devoted myself to the kingdom. I know nothing about Ano's affairs!"

Xolotl ignored the old priest. Expressionless, he suppressed the lingering fear in his heart and gave a cold laugh.

"Heh. Axolotl, to think someone like you emerged from among the Dog-kin! To avenge Chichica, you actually managed to fool everyone and get close to my side?"

Hearing this, Bertad's face showed shame. He silently tightened his grip on the Bronze Sword and fixed his gaze on Axolotl's neck, like a Jaguar about to hunt.

"Your Majesty, I—I really am not—"

Axolotl trembled all over. He felt the breath of death.

Seeing his old rival's reaction, Ozoma gave a contemptuous snort.

"Ha! Axolotl! Your affairs have already been exposed, so what is there left to argue! On the night your tribe was defeated and destroyed, you should have died! And you were the chieftain of a great tribe on the wasteland—how can you not have even a shred of courage to go calmly to your death!"

"..."

For a moment, Axolotl had no words. He stared blankly for a while, then sighed.

"Yes! I should have died long ago! So many warriors died, the tribe is gone, Chief Chichica is dead too—what am I still clinging to life for? Since things have come to this, it is only death!"

With that, Axolotl looked toward the old Priest Taiya and calmly nodded.

"Priest Taiya, I am very sorry for hiding my identity from you. I am not Ano. I am