You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 699

"... It does not matter, sweetie. It’s just a scratch." — Orland turned back to calm Theressa down, going back to act menacing in front of the princess. — "I will not hand it to you, princess Jasmine."

"... that is a troublesome statement." — Jasmine sighed feeling as though something like this had happened in a faraway past. — "Lovely Jørgen’s blood is thick, even inheriting his strict character..."

"? What?"

"Your Grace. You must give that treasure back to me for within I carry part of a soul that made such a tear. Time is precious for I must fully summon a beastly deity with a sorrowful end. Hand it to me." — She insisted moving the neutral waves in the place as proof of her confession. — "Otherwise my old and new friends will not find peace because of that witch."

"... summon a beastly deity?"

"Dad, do as the princess says, please... she’s the one who helped us escape most from Karina." — Theressa finally said. Trusting the princess who managed to keep the witch on guard. —"Karina was the one behind all of this... Paul, Mom and I... she is who was behind our curses... I do not know all the details but... Marianne has been her target for a long time. She’s the witch... the princess is talking about..."

"..."

"Listen to your youngest for she is reasonable. Hand the piece left for Fenrir to stop wandering and let revenge be ours to get."

"... if I give this to you will you tell me where my children are?" — Orland now asked, meeting the severe eyes of the princess governed by Aenean whose soul could see the real goal in his question.

"... as soon as you leave this passage you will know where they are."

"That’s good enough." — Standing, he gave the bracelet back, holding the girl’s hand for a moment in reassurance. — "If you are to summon Fenrir, do it fast. If that beast is to appear we must evacuate the palace as well, right?"

"... maybe. I do not know. We never got along yet I know it’s force... loyal he still is, and so, your blood is one he’s not interested in ending."

"I see."

Orland finally released the palm, and to the sight, Jasmine’s visage softened, deeply moved by the warmth in it. Calla’s and her soul, Aenean’s, were still dancing yet more excitedly now as they reunited. The tear turned back in a blink into a watery state that would sink into Jasmine’s palm naturally quiet.

"... I must go now." — She fondly looked at those staying. — "Dioclecià, wait for me, for I will be back in the blink of an eye."

"O-okay..."

"I am also leaving. Theodore, Vitor and Paige, I trust you to take care of Theressa while I am away."

"... yes, your Grace."

"No! Ugh!... Where are you going alone, Dad?! You should go with Sir Vitor at least!"

"They will stay with you for their presence will only slow down my blade, sweetie." — With loving eyes he said, sowing some doubt that was only confirmed by the lowered heads of the guards. — "They will do better if they stay."

"... but why? Fenrir is being summoned you don’t need to go, haha... I- I am sure Marianne will be alright." — Theressa, knowing that was the truth, tried to stop her father from engaging in a dangerous fight. Fearful that Marianne’s efforts would go to waste if he were to be injured further.

"I know she will be fine. Your sister is strong and will make it out of this unharmed... I have no doubts."

"... then... w-why?... why are you leaving?"

"... it’s alright dear. I am just making sure that’s the case."

While the princess entered the water he came from, Orland went up the path they followed to find shelter.

And yet... tears fell down from the youngest of Sylfinnier’s for something got stuck in her chest while wanting to stop her father.

’I don’t like this...’ — She thought while having trouble breathing. — ’Dad... he might... no... Marianne please, end this before this bad feeling is real.’

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"You resist pain quite well."

"WHY?! WHY CAN’T I MOVE!?"

"Poison can be used like this if knowledgeable. Buying time... I wasn’t going to do it without making you suffer." — Zeleskiaz told the witch on whom he was sitting seemingly bored, slicing her fourth finger through its length as she could see it right in front of her. — "... you must be losing sensitivity in this hand already... I’ll cut it clean and continue with your upper arm."

"NO! YOU!! YOU SHOULDN’T BE DOING THIS TO ME!! YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS TO HER!!"

"... if I cut your jaw you’ll die faster if I’m not careful... Maybe I should cut those nauseating lips first. They only spit sh*t."

"STOP!! YOU KNOW YOU CANNOT KILL ME!!"

"That’s why I’m torturing you in the meantime. I want you to die humiliated and in the worst pain ever known... You tried to separate me from my beloved... death is too nice to grant it to you so easily."

"MPH! NO!! ZELESKIAZ WHO YOU LOVE IS ME!!"

"I don’t even know who you are. Are you a whore?... You couldn’t be for I killed every single one I used... You don’t get to be a lady either for you lack elegance, finesse, beauty... well... everything. You look dumber than a leech yet I doubt those things can even bear any thought."

"HUFF... WE... WE ARE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER... YOU... YOU DESIRE ME!!"

"... the sole one I desire is Anne." — The crown prince’s everything softened by the thought of her, showing the love the witch was obsessed over for a moment that turned into her horror as he decided to trample on her open fingers. — "It’s time you stop talking."

Her screeching sound travelled the whole palace bringing pleasure to the man and the deity waiting to manifest itself fully.

"She’s who I desire for life... I would destroy everything and build whatever pleases her so she stays by my side... so my everything belongs to her. My name... my body... my life... she is my love."

"No...! Y-you said th-the same back then!... and yet you still married me!! But you were guilty, you FELT guilty! T-that’s why I had to kill you too! You reset me but-! But now we can be together! I made it all over again so you can choose me without concerns!"

"...marry you? Kill me?... even your delusions are laughable." — Disgusted he scoffed, severing the hand that had grabbed hold of his foot, continuing between her cries. — "If that were true, I would have killed you before ever marrying you. And even if we married... I would have killed myself for death is better than a bond with something like you. Letting you kill me would have been humiliating."

"OREGOR!!"

"That’s not my name. You are uselessly dumb, witch." — He observed her, bored by the sight of her writhing. Deciding on another way to wait for a more bloody end for the witch in his hands. — "I will skin you in the meantime. You should learn to shut up after I do."