You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 700

To the witch’s surprise, none of the curses nor the chants she had meticulously placed on Zeleskiaz throughout Fehuh had made any impression nor changed Zeleskiaz’s nature. What is more, against her goal said curses only ignited the lust he fought, so much that it surfaced faster during these first dangerous nights. Nonetheless, the lust he kept was never directed to her or any other besides the love owning his soul... and even as he peeled the skin off of her face, he thought of Marianne... happy to think that once the witch met her death...

’I’ll marry her and... hopefully we will have children after enjoying our bed enough... d*mnit... I hate how horny I am... she would be mad at me if she knew... yet even while mad my love is so...’ — A strong shriek of the witch splashed some more of her blood on him, waking him from the good thoughts while perpetuating horrifying torture and angering him as this wasn’t shat he truly hoped to be doing at the moment. — "Hah... disgusting... when’s that dog showing up? I want to finish this fast."

"Take a look at that, Marianne." — Suddenly a man’s voice interrupted, showing Zeleskiaz a view that infuriated him immediately. — "That’s the real him I told you about."

The sight of his hand holding Marianne’s made the crown prince stand instantly, running with a skill that Paul wouldn’t be able to see nor prevent what was about to happen.

*CRAASH* — "BWUH!!"

Paul flew, with the foot of the crown prince printed on his face. Losing hold of Marianne’s hand immediately.

"Gasp!! Zel!!!" — She managed to yell before one of the blades stabbed Paul through his forehead right underneath him.

"IF NOT HIS HEAD THEN THIS HAND!"

"NO! L-look at me! I-I am fine! See?! Please... please don’t do that... he’s already unconscious... don’t scare me please..."

"... I lost myself for a moment... I am sorry, Anne." — Reigning in his breathing, he turned slowly to meet his woman’s eyes. Returning to his soft self as he understood her wishes. — "I’m... I’m sorry..."

"... what is going on here? Where are the others?" — Noticing Paul wasn’t a problem anymore and that Karina was unable to move as desired, she asked concerned while reassured by the eyes she knew were devoted to her. — "Are you wounded? Where did this blood covering you come from??"

"... It’s not my blood. About the others... They are safe. Don’t worry about them." — He smiled, leaning to nuzzle the woman, so happy by her presence that the witch’s torture started to feel as though by the scene. — "Did you meet your father? Was he alright, my love?"

"Ah... yes. Thankfully he seemed fine... more or less... nevertheless, what are you doing here alone... with her?"

"... I am torturing her while Fenrir arrives."

"T-torturing??" — ’Is this blood from torturing her?!?!’

"Yes. Apparently, she will not die unless it is by Fenrir’s fangs and your powers, Anne... yet I do not think we should talk about that in front of the witch."

"Ha... uhm... why do I feel like everyone is too unbothered by the promised bloodshed?... huh? Zel?" — The encounters until now made her feel dizzy once she could relax next to her lover. The situation should be the direst and yet his calmness lowered the alarms she had listened to all night in her head. The terrible things done to the witch somehow did not faze her... more so as she was far enough for her to ignore the real cruelty her beloved could employ. His hand was now surrounding her, pulling her so he could smell her better in a moment that none of those evil ones could interfere with their reunion. — "?? Z-Zel? Isn’t this a bit inappropriate?? You are too close and th-this is not the time..."

"I love that you are here."

"... uh-um..."

"I need to lick these scratches lovingly... my woman cannot be hurting..."

"Zel... I-I get it but..."

"Yes... I know... Once we finish this..." — The man growled biting her ear, making her shiver at the unexpected way he behaved and touched down her spine, teasingly feeling the birth of her bum. — "My love..."

"YOU PAIR OF SHAMELESS HUMANS!" — Katrina roared, standing with difficulty while her blood pulled her down again, causing Marianne to flinch at her deformed sound as she struggled to stand again and again. — "It is not fair...! Ahh! IT IS NOT FAIR FOR MY LIFE TO TURN OUT THIS WAY!!"

The floor appeared to sink and the walls started to crack open, letting the powers of the witch out as if branches they were... although of a yellowish shade, common for old abandoned bones.

"?!? What is she doing!? What happened to the ground?!?!"

"Hold onto me." — Zeleskiaz ordered, unfazed by the show, squeezing her against him while ready to attack whatever could come. — "It seems she cannot face her ineptitude."

"CALLA! IT ALL STARTED BECAUSE OF YOU!! YOU FELL AS A WITCH TOO SO WHY!? WHY IS IT THAT EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR DREAMS CAME TRUE WHILE MINE DIDN’T!!!" — As if the bones were listening to her will, a whip came looking for Marianne with the strength of her hatred, which Zeleskiaz deflected, learning that troublesome it would be if concentration was lost for a second.

"Anne, you might need to stay a step back." — He said getting her behind him. Analysing the aura imbued in the bones crawling underneath. — ’... her aura is strengthening... how? The blood I got out of her should have weakened the flow... the poison I keep in Høyrød Poena as well.’

"Uh... Zel?... look outside..." — Then, Marianne whispered aghast. Letting him see the same bones surrounding them raise in a far city that was on fire.

’... So that is how.’

"I hate you both..." — Katrina hissed as if the bloody tears were here to adorn a deathly ceremony. — "Marianne... I showed you my past in that book... yet little did you care to remember what is best for you."

"Book? Are you talking about the novel I interrupted? That wasn’t about your past!"

"No. I am talking about... how the morning is not when the sun rises..."

"..... The morning is not... uh? That book was yours?" — At the way she smirked while saying a book’s name Marianne recalled the chill that travelled through her when learning the book she was recommended by her umbra guard to read had changed its contents as if it were magic. The fact that it turned back to the original story made it more memorable for her, hence, she still could recall the story under such a title.