Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 341: Lazarus’s Side Of The Story

"Where do you want to talk?" Arielle asked.

"How about in the Cathedral?"

"Sure," Arielle replied, agreeing to the man’s wish.

The two of them walked side by side towards the Cathedral. Through the road from inside the palace, they arrived at the blessing hall and Lazarus took Arielle to the front seat.

For Arielle, the cathedral was not a new place. Out of the four pillars of Northendell, Arielle often met Lazarus here. Kael, William, and Ronan hardly ever visited the blessing hall.

Lazarus sat beside her with his back bent. The man looked exhausted. Arielle took the initiative to pat his back gently, trying to give him strength so that Lazarus would get his spirit back.

Maybe on usual days, Lazarus’ hyperactivity often overwhelmed her, but now, seeing Lazarus’ dejected expression made Arielle sad too. This poor man didn’t look like the Lazarus that Arielle knew.

"So, what do you want to say?" Arielle asked gently.

"Princess, in this place... no one believes me."

"Is it about Crimson?" Lazarus nodded his head.

"I might have played with too many women. But I’m not that stupid. I wouldn’t do it without... I’m sorry if I was too vulgar."

"It doesn’t matter."

"The day Ronan sent someone to inform me about Crimson, I was so shocked that I postponed my return to the palace. I tried to figure out which woman I accidentally got pregnant with. But no matter how many times I thought about it, I didn’t remember it. I remembered all the women I’ve slept with because I was always conscious of doing that."

Arielle nodded in understanding.

"Am I that bad that no one believes me, Princess?’ Lazarus asked dejectedly.

The girl nodded slowly. "I still have my faith in you, Lazarus," Arielle replied, making Lazarus smile.

"Even you, who are not that close to me, still have faith in me, while my best friends don’t..."

"Not really. Ronan still believes in you," Arielle replied, making the man turn to her. However, his relieved expression turned gloomy again.

"Impossible. They don’t believe me."

"Lazarus, the first time we found Crimson, William and Kael defended you. They said you couldn’t be that reckless. Ronan also agreed with that. It’s just that the letter we found made their trust a little shaky. That’s why Ronan decided to do this DNA test to make sure that you are not Crimson’s father."

"Then what about Sasha? I don’t understand why they got that kid involved too! Sasha is ten years old! Well, maybe ten to eleven years ago, I was much worse than I am now, but why did Ronan suddenly think that Sasha was also my son?! I don’t understand his way of thinking!" Lazarus protested.

"Ronan is not proving that Sasha is your son. If Crimson is proven not your child, Ronan also wants to make sure that Crimson is not Sasha’s younger brother. You know that both of them have some odd similarities."

Lazarus let out a sigh of relief. He was very relieved to hear that. Why didn’t they try to explain this situation as Arielle did? All Ronan did was yell at him and tell him this and that so that he was misunderstood.

"But Lazarus, don’t you have any idea who the mother of Crimson might be?" Arielle asked.

Lazarus thought for a moment.

"Maybe two years ago... There was a woman who claimed to be pregnant with my child. But in the end, the woman said that she was desperate because her biological father’s family did not accept her. Out of pity, I helped her and gave her a lot of money on the condition not to approach me anymore."

Lazarus scratched his non-itchy cheek. Telling this to Arielle somehow was very embarrassing.

"Who is she?" Arielle asked.

"She... is the child of the innkeeper in my family’s territory. I’ve known her for decades. I once confessed my feelings to her twelve years ago, but she rejected me because she already had a boyfriend and they were about to get married," Lazarus explained.

He added, "I didn’t know who her boyfriend was at the time. However, what I heard is that they didn’t get married because the man’s family couldn’t accept her."

"Then... a few years ago I met her again and..." Lazarus glanced at Arielle briefly to make sure that it was okay to continue his story. "She worked in a brothel."

"Ah..."

"Well, she’s really pretty. So... I.. did it a few times with her."

Arielle nodded in understanding.

"Then, the rest, as you know. Suddenly, she came claiming to be pregnant with my child, even though the child was not mine."

"Then where is she now?"

"I heard... her ex-lover’s family died. Her old boyfriend came to propose to her, and they would be married soon. So I think the man has accepted the woman completely, so there’s no way that the woman is Crimson’s mother."

"Is her ex-boyfriend Viscount Ferdi?"

Lazarus twisted his head. "How do you know?" he asked, surprised.

***

"I don’t know who that woman is and who Viscount Ferdi is. However, this morning when I visited Priest Louise’s house, I met Viscount Ferdi, who happened to come to ask Priest Louise to give his wedding a blessing," Arielled said. "And... I’m just guessing, because it just so happens that Viscount Ferdi is getting married too."

"I see..."

Lazarus turned to face the front again. He gazed at a mural of a dazzling woman in a sun-shaped tiara while embracing a baby. Lazarus thought hard about the possibilities that could happen.

He jolted when he realized something. He remembered Viscount Ferdi’s red hair color!

Lazarus turned to the side and grabbed Arielle’s shoulder. "Princess. Don’t... don’t you feel strange when you see Viscount Ferdi?’

Arielle raised her eyebrows. "I suspect something, but I don’t want to be prejudiced. I just told Ronan about it."

"Is it because you feel that Viscount Ferdi is similar to Sasha, and who has a resemblance to Crimson and that’s why you asked Sasha to do a DNA test as well?"

Arielle nodded, making Lazarus’ smile widen. He rubbed his face in relief and laughed loudly in the blessing hall. Lazarus continued to laugh until the sound of his laughter echoed through the hall. He touched his head, as he was leaning back in a chair.