The Duke's Passion

Chapter 736  Tonight would be a long night

Chapter 736  Tonight would be a long night

Fabian narrowed his eyes while staring at Klaus' retreating figure. His brow arched, snapping his eyes in the direction where Klaus rushed to. A shallow breath slipped past his lips, bending his knees slightly, and then sprinting to where the clash of auras was coming from. Boogsh!

Fabian's strides halted several steps behind Klaus. The latter jumped back slightly, raising his arms to shield his eyes when a wall of the residence exploded from the inside. When Klaus lowered his arms slowly, he narrowed his eyes to see through the thick smoke from the mansion. "What the..." Klaus breathed out in disbelief while the smoke thinned out, revealing two silhouettes; one was attacking while the other one was on defense. "What did he do this time to anger her like this?"

Fabian glanced at Klaus' back, advancing in the latter's direction. He stopped beside Klaus, studying the dismal countenance plastered on him. "You know them?" asked Fabian, warranting a snort from Klaus. "The hell? What do you think of me? An outsider?" Klaus looked at Fabian from head to toe, scoffing and shaking his head mildly. "Goodness... you and that damn mouth of yours. I can't believe there will be a day you will ask me if I know my brother and my sister-in-law..."

Klaus trailed off, furrowing his brows. Seeing his reaction, Fabian sported a slight smile, but this time, it didn't reach his eyes. "Wait, what the?" Klaus turned his attention to Lilou and Samael engaged in a heated battle, and then cast Fabian a look. His pupils slowly dilated as memories from the time they abducted him until this point surged in his head like the waters from a dam breaking the walls after a small crack. His mouth fell open, staring at Fabian in dismay. "What... is going... oh..." he rocked his head in understanding, recalling the predicament these people were in, which he kept hearing throughout his stay in the food storage as a hostage. "... reversal of fucking time — ehh?"

Fabian let out another shallow breath, watching Klaus gather his thoughts as it seemed the latter hadn't realized it until now. He then raised his head and his eyes fell on the furious Lilou and then at Samael's distressed figure. "I think... the madam regained her memories," explained Fabian, studying the large scythe Lilou was swinging effortlessly. "And since she had regained her memories, those... who carry her blood had recovered their memories as well."

"What?" Klaus looked at Fabian's side profile, slacked jaw.

"It is only my theory. Was it because you were just around her? That's why you remembered? Or would it work even if you're still in the royal palace? Moreover, how did she..." Fabian trailed off, narrowing his eyes, keeping it on Lilou and Samael. "Oh."

"What, 'oh?'" asked Klaus in intrigued, knowing Fabian and he was certain the butler had realized something.

"She... died," Fabian remarked, twisting his neck to his side to see the people who also rushed in here to see what was happening. He slightly tilted his head as soon as he met Stefan's eyes, and then Fabian shifted his gaze to the rest, who came one after another; Tilly was holding Law's hand, and behind them was Claude.

"Mother..." Law called worriedly, knitting his brows, and seeing his parents clash. This wasn't the first time Law had witnessed his parents fight — they used to spar — but this was the first time he had seen Lilou this furious. "She..." Stefan trailed off as his tongue rolled back, his eyes fixed on Lilou's figure.

"She regained her memories." Tilly kept her eyes ahead, finishing what Stefan had failed to say. She didn't look back at Stefan when the man glanced at her, but instead shifted her eyes to Klaus. "Him, too. He had regained his memories."

"What?" Claude gasped, puzzled at Tilly's insufficient explanation. "How?"

Tilly pointed at Samael and Lilou with her chin. "Listen."

And as instructed, everyone refocused their attention on Samael and Lilou, who were engaged in a one-sided duel. Lilou's every blow against Samael's sword sounded heavier than the last, grinding her teeth in anger. Her eyes, bearing different colors of red and green, which everyone failed to notice aside from Samael, glinted with murderous intent. "Lilou! My love!" Samael winced, blocking his wife's scythe. "Calm down! Let's talk about this in a much more peaceful way!"

"Peaceful?" Lilou roared, jumping back, only to charge at him once more. When their "You wanted, but you didn't!" she growled.

metals rang loudly, piercing the still air like thunder, she barked once again. "You let me die!"

"I didn't! I wanted to help you!" he argued in panic, pushing her back only to hop back when her foot raised to kick him. Samael hadn't even recovered when her figure appeared right before him. CLASH!

"Ugh...!" he ground his teeth, barely blocking her attack in the nick of time. "You wanted, but you didn't!" she growled.

"You raised your hand and stopped me!" "You... watched me die!" His mouth opened and closed, only to blurt out something stupid which triggered his wife even more. "But you're alive now!" "You!" PANG!  Lilou didn't hold back, swinging her scythe without care. Each clash of metals would sometimes make a few of their audience flinch, making them wonder which weapon would break first with the strength she was exhibiting. Every one of them knew how Lilou fought, and she might sometimes be reckless, but not this reckless. She cared for her weapon as if it was an extension of her body and soul, but the way she fought now appeared as though she was planning to break it. "Wait, Lilou! Lakresha will break!" Samael exclaimed, only to hear an angry shout, "I don't care! I will break Lakresha, and you!"

"Damn!" Samael yelled back before he was too occupied dodging the scythe of death. Meanwhile, as their conversation slowly came to a halt, replaced by the sound of their weapons, everyone — Klaus, Fabian, Claude, Rufus who had just arrived at the scene, Law, and Tilly — looked at each other in silence. Stefan kept his eyes on the two. Although they didn't say anything, they came to one understanding.

Tonight... would be a very long night for everyone.