You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 386

*Ne~eigh~!* — His mount shrieked as it was ridden by the Crown Prince, who flew away, ominous while on the back of Orland’s horse, indifferent to abandon his beloved’s father behind.

"!?! CURSED BRAT!!" — Already running with the unique skill, fulmen, that who only strong dominate, Orland followed the impulsive prince... Who in his focused intention, only watched ahead. Thinking about the growling whispers Fenrir had scratched in his psyche, invoking hast and fear for the loved one.

— Run... —

’Tsk!’

— ... the child... She’s not meant to die yet... —

’No, Marianne...!’ — Harmed deeply by the obscure meanings Fenrir had in his murmurs, Zeleskiaz’s expression showcased the grief while the violet of his hues wavered in crystalline and dark red.

— Follow the bloodthirst... Oregor’s lineage... my claws and fangs...—

Revolted by the voice of the malicious beast, the young prince sped up, divulgating to the nature and air surrounding him the deathly tremors of a powerful spirit.

’!! Demonic beast...!’

The overwhelming weight of his aura, could not be overlooked by those he wanted to notice it, and lastly...

— For the chosen one... let’s rip that eyesore’s roustabout... —

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*Crack...*

The sound of the pierced wood fell as the black limb of the creature was taken out of the thick trunk. Right next to the shivering woman’s visage and torso. Playing around with the already scared victim.

"..h!...!!.. fh!!" — Chaotic puffs, frightened and despairing crawled out of the lady’s lungs, with hands that enormously desperate tried to keep her voice inside when before an imminent danger.

"... MarIAnnE... khkhkh~ jOkinG~"

To the playful peek of the large skull, Marianne’a breathing accelerated, while the shock maintained her immobile to the loom. And the dark matter shaping the monster quickly crawled up her body taking her prisoner in that second of shock... taking advantage as fear had ultimately numbed the already weak corpse of the lady.

Surprise invaded Marianne as she was lifted. Realising how the weight of her own limbs pulled her down helplessly while her hands also fell slowly as she could not keep them placed because of the unstoppable tremble.

’uh.. Uh?! N-no... hf! L-let go! Ngh!’ — The tears fell onesidedly while Marianne glared at the roustabout. Aware of her weakness and helpless situation yet... outraged. Swallowing the fear that had invaded naturally to go against it when finally captive. — ’F*cking sucked bones! Let me go, sh*thead!!!’

Her forceless hands slid without gaining grasp, useless... and yet Marianne continued to try.

’Not like this! I’m not dying like this! Only after I kill the b*stard...! Ngh! F*ck! Dad! Kinky!! Where the hell are you!?!!’

"HuMm~? ShAMe..."

’!? What now!?’

"HeHWe... NoT dyIng NOw~... me TakE yOu wiTH Me~-"

*Swish!*

"... uHh?"

*Bang!* *Creak* *CRA~ACK!*

’... w-..... what...?’ — Astonished at the words told and the sudden stop of the creature, Marianne’s eyes widened confused at the breaking sounds, catching a glimpse of a lone horse rush below on the far ground. Which run was followed by the arrival of her awaited Father. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Marianne, hold onto it’s tail!!"

’!? O-okay!!?’ — Confused, she obeyed as well as she could. Feeling quick relief calm the chaos ongoing in her core.

More destructive cracking sounds were heard from behind the monster’s skull, taking her attention as her body was still in the air.

"Release her... Now."

’!? Z-Zeleskiaz!’ — Happy to see the man, she could not see the quick motion the prince took. Cutting the dark body as he took the woman with him, using the simple cutlass given for the hunt to slice more than a tad of its body.

"Concentrate your aura, Zeleskiaz." — Joining them, the Duke told him as he noticed the chaos rage provoked while the man was ready to attack again. Taking Marianne with him, looking severely at the prince.

"...."

Quiet, a nod was given after sure the beloved woman was with her father. And conscious of the advice, the heavy tremor felt immediately stronger. Because creatures of dark corpses needed concentrated attacks for them to not regenerate.

"Marianne, sweetie... are you alright?? Y-your face and dress..."

’I... I’m okay...?! Or no. No, I’m not.’

"!! It’s alright sweetie, I’m here. I’ve got you..."

Collapsing on the ground as she found herself in her father’s company, streams of tears fell mercilessly out of relief. Holding onto the arms that supported her fall lovingly and cared for her while the crown prince took care of the roustabout.

"... Let me get you out of here." — Orland said, moving to lift Marianne and move her out of the dangerous place. Pleased as even in a dishevelled state, the child extended as much as she could manage her limbs to welcome her father’s aid.

The continuous shivering of her frail body couldn’t go unnoticed as well as the blood staining her once beautiful skirt and clean limb with a visible wound.

’Miserable b*stard...’ — With death pictured in the deep of his eyes, Orland glared at the creature being easily overpowered by the Crown prince; who in his skill could have ended its life immediately... yet was taking his time... in order to torture a mindless monster.

*Crash!!*

The eyes of the chosen child tried to drift to the battle side, however, the hand of her Father prevented her curiosity. Not only aiding the prince she had bewitched with her pure delicacy and spirit, but as well as her already exhausted grey hues that were fading in teary brilliance the more reassured she became in the parent’s care.

"Don’t look, sweetie... You have had enough for today."

’But... Zeleskiaz...’ — The little energy she had could not allow her to move and look back even as she wished to. However, the parent was aware of what his gentle child intended.

"Don’t worry. The thing that attacked you’s the one in trouble."

*CraAsH~! BANG!* — The sound of a heavy fall made the ground tremble right after to make the words of the Duke more reliable. Holding her tighter as he moved the lady to lay a brief kiss on her forehead thinking coldly of the wish burning his blood to take the creature’s torment in his own hands.