Chapter 281: Chapter 281
Her hand had been strongly pushed away by a violent flick from Theressa. And the heat from its impact immediately became visible to anyone’s eye.
It had truly been unexpected.
The unnoticeable sound Marianne essentially ruled had made it so none of the men could react in time... Almost. For one did intend to react, yet hurtfully restrained from it. Aware that his force would unable Theressa’s permanent use of her revolting hand, and consequently would harm a future with his beloved.
’..... My Lady’s... hand.’ — Enormously enraged by having to restrain his deathly force to the point she would be hit... Zeleskiaz... Broke his hand’s little finger, instead of Theressa’s limb. For the rage could not be held back without provoking injury.
Infuriation summoned the hazardous red, that one thirsty of blood in his eyes, that at this time sowed unbelievable hatred towards the Lady’s capricious Sister.
"...."
The noise of a slap, however, had not only brought an eerie silence but also an insurmountable weight upon any skilful shoulders, born from the frustrated wrath of the Crown Prince.
Vitor immediately turned to the Prince. Ready to unsheath his weapon. Aware that such aura was a sign of imminent demise.
However, the knight noticed.
’... This man... He is dismembering himself right now.’
The waves of slashes, the furious turmoil ongoing in his vessels... were harming his own body and core to restrain Fenrir’s beastly violence.
It was abhorrent to the specialized aura of Vitor to witness the war ongoing within the Crown Prince. Nevertheless, it was just as admirable and inspiring, for he could see... That the tremors Zeleskiaz’s aura usually provoked... Were in the least frightening, in comparison to this flow that invited the atmosphere to halt any sound, movement or time in his presence.
Formidable it was.
Therefore, Sir Vitor discerned that the menace of the Crown Prince is, was currently under tomentous control. And so, looking ahead and signalling to the other guard that attention should be heightened... Vitor looked further into the corridor leading to the Main Hall... For the real danger oozing a sickening aura was targeted as it appeared.
’Not one step... One he gives, I slash his head.’ — Vitor decided unable to meet his eyes for they were fixated somewhere else.
In the Lady’s.
In Marianne along the foreigner... and that one Theressa.
’... What... Did she just... hit me?’ — Baffled, Marianne ignored the dangerous gaze while staring blankly at her limb turn redder.
"kh...! Don’t touch me..." — Theressa then gritted her teeth showing no remorse but frustration at the kindness her older sister continued to show and she did not want to accept.
It was at this that the chosen child came to look at her little sibling, who wished to avoid her gaze. And lastly... meeting that of an observant one standing at a distance before her.
’!!? Paul–...!!!’ — Her gaze came to glance at the irritated skin again and immediately, her blood dropped. Frightened. For the eyes she came to meet again were filled with deathly loathing... At the one giving him her back. The one who had harmed her.
A gulp. A dry and ripping swallow scratched her throat at the sight.
’... He... He wouldn’t.’ — She said within, to the other soul.
—... will... —
’No, he– it’s with us. Right? He wouldn’t... !?!’
The foreigner wished to deny it, although she knew.
Even to the mouthpiece of the one belonging here, Elizabeth did not want to believe it. For that would mean another victim to his hands could be attained... which scared her furthermore than enduring it all on her own.
His eyes, however, had opened hers to the truth. For they had come to meet hers, transmitting the gruesome thoughts of the unstable man.
’I’ll kill her.’ — She could hear him say in the depths of the gold in his hues. — ’Her head can’t continue attached after this.’
And that is all it took for Marianne... For her whole self to move quickly as if she was any healthy other to grab the ignorant child that had hit her and clutch her in a protective embrace while glaring menacingly at the man far ahead.
".no.." — Her soft voice had managed to let out with ferocious energy oozing from her weak body. Only being the girl about to fight her hug the one able to hear it.
"?! Marianne..?" — Theressa in disbelief asked, slightly terrified to hear her voice.
Nonetheless, no other word would come out, for she kept talking from within to the man ahead.
’DON’T DARE TOUCH ANY OTHER. OR I’LL BE WHO KILLS YOU, PAUL.’
"Marianne?? Sister–?!??" — Theressa kept asking, finding herself surprised by not being able to free herself from Marianne’s strong grasp.
’?? Why is she so strong?!’
’Don’t touch her. Don’t look at her. Not even because of this... Go away to hell, disgusting demon.’ — Marianne continued to threaten with her glare, indifferent to the sister in her clutch.
’No one else. No one... ngh... Don’t hurt anyone else, Paul.’
Rage had mixed with sad concern and her soul hurt at the thought of her tormentor coming to harm those she knew. Even if disagreeable or gullible as Theressa was.
"... why..." — Paul commenced to mumble to the eyes full of hatred menacing him like never they had done.
"Why, indeed."
Walking from behind his son, the voice of that one owning the ground they stood on appeared. As threatening as every aura suffocating his manor.
"Why is a war about to break under my roof?" — Orland’s voice resounded. As if stepping before the tropes led by him, threateningly admirable. Vigorous. And also enraged for his eyes met his frail child’s... whose glare softened instantly when she heard and saw him. Finally loosening the grip on her little sister as the tears she kept holding inside flowed from relief...
’... Father...’ — For once she wholeheartedly called him such.
"Why are my daughters under you beasts’ auras!!! Dismiss it immediately!!"
"Fa–"
"IMMEDIATELY!!!" — Not even desiring to look at his son, Orland rushed to his daughters who now sat on their knees, with Theressa still in Marianne’s arms that now simply trembled in disproportion while tears fell from her lids as her expression and body came back to its usual condition.
"... Sister...?" —Theressa softly said as her hands reached, hesitant to return her Sister’s trembling embrace.
’... idiot... ’
To her tiny movement, Marianne’s limbs grasped more of her sibling in her weakness.
’Don’t hurt her... Don’t hurt anybody... with me... it should be enough... Please, Paul...’