The Duke's Passion

Chapter 702 Her type

Chapter 702  Her type

"Is he going to be alright…?" Lilou wondered under her as she watched Samael use a soldier's head as a stepping stone and then jumped on the undead's head. "I guess so."

She huffed silently as she squinted her eyes at the brutality of the situation. She clutched her bicep and took a step back, terrified to see more of this. Although she had seen and had grown familiar with the nobles' cruelty towards peasants like her, this was just a different level of brutality.

It wasn't a sight she was ready to see… or maybe not. The sight of it made her heart pound against her chest. However, she didn't feel as frightened as she should be. She felt sick to her stomach, but it was more like she strangely pitied those monsters.

"Why…" she whispered, clutching her chest as this sympathy slowly grew to dismay. "… who could do this to them?"

"Hmm?" Heliot quirked a brow as he glanced at her. Even though her face was covered with a shawl and he could only see her eyes, he immediately understood the conflict in her eyes. When she raised them, Heliot instantly got a gist of the question in her head. Lilou wore her heart on her sleeve and one could read her thoughts just by the look in her eyes.

"Quentin," he answered, peeling his eyes away from her and back to the bloodbath down there. "The King of the kingdom of Spade. A mad genius who slaughtered his kin to secure his throne, a person who sought to be a God and would stop at nothing to get what he want."

His eyes glinted menacingly. "From what I heard, he died… ten years from now. But it seemed just like the king of the Heart, he had returned with a different agenda. If what His Grace said regarding these monsters was true, I fear Quentin had more cards up his sleeve." He paused and let out an exhale, calculating everything in his head.

"Letting these monsters step in the land of Karo only means he isn't afraid of making an enemy out of the Von Stein clan, as well." Heliot's voice grew even lower and dangerous. "And that alone is alarming since that also means he is confident enough to make an enemy of the La Crox and the Von Stein at the same time."

Lilou remained silent and studied Heliot's side profile. Unlike Samael, who was reeking of confidence, she could feel the gravity of the problem just listening to this man. It scared her a bit.

"Quentin…" she whispered and winced as she heard this piercing flat note in her head for a split second. Lilou held her head at the split-second headache.

"Are you alright?" she looked up when Heliot raised a question.

"Uh… yes."

He nodded in understanding before setting his eyes back to the battleground. A shallow exhale slipped past his violence.

"If I were you, stay where you are," said Heliot to Lilou lips at the scene he was watching. Good thing he had signaled his men to retreat when Samael stepped foot in there, or else they would get caught up with that man's violence.

"If I were you, stay where you are," said Heliot to Lilou without casting her a look. "He'll be finished in a minute or two."

"Huh? So soon?"

Heliot slowly turned his head to her once again. "Mhm. That soon." He wouldn't concede if he didn't detect Samael was stronger than the last time they met.

For someone who woke up from hundreds of years of slumber, Samael should still be in a vulnerable state. However, it was the opposite. He was stronger, making their claim about the reversal of time stronger.

Her brows furrowed while exchanging looks with Heliot, and just as he claimed, Samael appeared beside Heliot several seconds later. Lilou held her breath as she glanced at Samael, seeing him wipe the blood from his jaw with the back of his hand.

<nulli>'He really finished it…' she thought, not even questioning whether he wiped all those mindless monsters out. Deep in her heart, she already knew Samael did. She didn't know where this confidence and certainty came from, but that was what she felt.

"You should've killed them before heading into this land." Heliot was the first to speak, staring at Samael, who was within his reach. "You finished them quicker than I had expected."

Samael smirked. "I was with my son."

"Your son… how come you had a son while you were in slumber?"

"You're asking the most foolish question right now, Heliot." Samael rolled his eyes as Heliot was acting as if he didn't have any idea of the reversal of time.

"I am simply asking questions that your level of intelligence can understand," replied Heliot with a straight face before glancing at the situation over the wall. He narrowed his eyes at the dark mist coming out of the severed limbs and carcass of the undead that were scattered around the ground.

"It'll be entertaining to watch to sit you down with Fabian and Tilly." Samael shook his head as he strutted towards Lilou. Standing in front of her, he bent over and checked her with wide eyes.

"What — what are you doing?"

"Checking if he touched you, obviously," he explained lazily as he bobbed his face to examine her. "I'm a jealous, yet proud man. When others look at you with admiration, it's nice, but touching you is an entirely different issue. I simply need to make sure that guy over there didn't touch you, since he used to have a crush on you."

Lilou's eyes dilated as he looked back at him in disbelief. "What?"

"Nothing." Samael straightened his back, hands on his hips, a smile on his face. "Forget what I said because I just figured out he might be your type."

Heliot, who was hearing this unintelligent conversation, kept a straight face. "Please leave the area immediately. I dislike what I am hearing."

"Haha!" Samael grinned at Lilou. "That's right. You know where to find us."

Before Lilou could even grasp the situation, Samael held her hand and, as if forgetting she didn't have any memories of their life together, he jumped over the wall without a second hesitation.

"Kyahh!!!"