Rosie's Games

"I do not understand young Moller…" the Duke was still smiling calmly. However, to Clinton, that was just like the smile of a demon. Clinton shivered, the Duke must have planned everything, from letting that lieutenant offend him, to luring him into this place with a broken barrier.

The man was indeed very cunning and unkind.

"My father will not let you get away with this."

"The Duke is feeling ill," Duke Lucas said. "Rumor has it that he could not even stand. Are you telling me that those were all lies?"

"You know very well what is going on!"

"Do I?" Duke Lucas took a sip of his tea.

"Are you really going to sacrifice the lives of the people living in this town just for your own greed?"

"Greed?" Duke Lucas asked. "I don't understand."

"Stop pretending Duke Lucas." Clinton gritted his teeth. He wanted to hurt the man but he knew that he was going to die before he could take his sword out of its hilt. The Duke was well known for his cruel personality. He would not hesitate to kill him and throw his body to the wolves.

Once he was dead, the Duke could easily say that he died while trying to escape the town.

This man…

"Sit down young Moller. Let us talk like normal adults."

Clinton refused to move but the man with red eyes once again took a step towards him. Clinton had heard about this red-eyed man in the past. His name was Denys and he was one of the Duke's most trusted allies. The man was known for his silence and not many people have actually heard the man's voice. However, just like the Duke, Denys would never hesitate to kill someone.

Clinton took a seat across from the Duke.

"There is still a barrier surrounding this place," Duke Lucas said. "The wolves were not able to draw enough blood to break through yet, but it is very weak."

Clinton said nothing. To break a barrier one would need the blood of more than thirty people. Meaning, if the wolves attacked some thirty merchants nearby and drank their blood, they would be able to completely break the barrier. This time, those wolves must have attacked and drank the blood of a few people.

"I did not hear of any attack…" Clinton said. There were patrols nearby, observing each town. If an attack happened nearby, they would immediately clean it up so the blood would not attract any more beasts.

"Of course, you wouldn't. Did you expect the wolves to tell you and your men about it?"

Clinton felt his face turn hot. "What do you want!?" he asked.

"Naturally, I just want to leave this place."

"You may leave. I will not tell anyone about the sorcerer."

"But seeing you completely changed my mind," Duke Lucas said.

"You— "

"Now, I wanted to talk to your father."

"My father is ill!"

"Is he?" the Duke asked. "That would be very unfortunate now, wouldn't it?"

Clinton said nothing this time.

The town of Toorin was just south of their mansion. It was a part of their territory and that was the reason why he knew about the barrier and the conditions to break it. Once his father heard about this, he would surely march toward this place and destroy the arrogant Duke.

.........….

"What is going on?" Rosalind yawned when Tabatha woke her up. She really wanted to enjoy the night and informed the maid not to disturb her. She immediately noticed the tolling bell not far away from the inn.

"The beasts are coming towards the town."

"I thought the beasts would not dare visit this town?" she recalled one of the maids informing her about this. The towns were supposed to be safe. Why would the beasts come into this place?

She immediately got up and let the maid dress her. This time, she chose some comfortable trousers. This type of clothing was not acceptable in the South, even in the Aster Empire, but the North was different. Because of the cold, the people in the North do not really care how you dress, as long as you are comfortable and warm.

This was the reason why Miss Monoroe, the seamstress, made some trousers for her comfort. After all, the journey to Wugari was very long. She looked out of the window and noticed that all of the houses and buildings were lit. People and some soldiers streamedout onto the streets with weapons in their hands.

"Are they going to fight the beasts?" she asked.

"Yes, until the knights from the capital arrive."

"I see…" Rosalind nodded. "And his Grace?"

"He is… talking to Clinton Moller, the son of Duke Moller."

"The one whose people fought with Lieutenant Frauncis?"

"Yes."

"How strange…" Was it even a coincidence that the son of a Duke washere at this time?

"Miss?"

"Nothing…" Rosie turned away from the window and looked at her luggage. Since they were not planning to stay here for too long, most of her things were still in the carriage. "Did you hear anything from the Duke?" Were they supposed to leave? To fight?

"No. Sir Denys just told us to calm down and not leave the inn."

Rosalind said nothing. This was very strange. If the Duke was planning to fight then why was he still talking to that Clinton? She narrowed her eyes. "I am going back to bed," she muttered.

"P— Pardon?"

"I said… I am going to take a nap. Wake me up if the Duke wanted us to leave."

"B— but Miss, this situation… this situation is…"

Rosalind just shrugged in response. Clearly, the situation was not as alarming as Tabatha and the others thought. Moreover, she was in the company of a man who could defeat the Blessed families, she really had no reason to panic.

With this in mind, she laid back down on the bed and closed her eyes. The bed was not that soft but it was clearly better than the one in the carriage, so she was planning to take advantage of it!

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