23: 23 Bernice

23 Bernice

Kral gives Alen a look. Alen nods, steps forward, and kicks Bernice off her horse. 1

"Oh, my prince." Bernice, who was on her knees, raised her chin. "Of course you know who I mean, don't you?"

Her feet were tied and she could not stand, but she still stared straight at Kral, her bright red lips like blood.

It was a hunting look, and she never believed that any man could resist her charms, and I was the one who was always forced to watch her triumph.

Kral came up to me and gave Bernice a cold, contemptuous look.

“Pa!” Kral slapped Bernice's face so hard that I shivered. Her golden hair fell to the side and her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Bernice touched her face and said with a lump in her throat, "I like you so much. You shouldn't have done this to me, Your Highness."

She suddenly turned to me, her eyes bloodshot, her voice suddenly distorted. "All of this is because of you." She gritted her teeth, her face contorted. "You're just trying to get back at me, aren't you? You hate that Father Loves me more, so you purposely showed up at the banquet, right?"

"I didn't," I retorted loudly, squeezing my sleeve. Again. When she meets any problem, she always naturally puts all the mistakes on me. I'm fed up with it. I've left my pack, I shouldn't have to suffer any more.

I felt a warm touch on my waist, and I found myself shivering slightly.

Kral silently reached out, his warm palms caressing my back, the silent warmth pulling me away from my emotions. I met his eyes as he looked at me. His thick eyebrows furrowed unsightly, and his golden eyes were bright. Although he didn't say anything, I could still read some worry and comfort in his cold face.

"She's the one I chose. Don't you understand? Even without her, I wouldn't have chosen you." Kral's cold words made Bernice's face turn completely pale.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Bernice covered her ears and shook her head. She kept murmuring as Kral looked at her. She was like a child who lost her temper when she didn't have any candy.

Kral began to get impatient. Alen suddenly squatted down in front of Bernice and pulled out a glass bottle containing an unknown liquid from his arms. He tilted his head and looked at Bernice. “Then, Miss, can you tell me first what this is?”

Alen's voice was gentle, and he squinted as if he were smiling. He handed the bottle to Bernice. "This is yours, isn't it? Clair, the leader of the city, told me everything."

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Bernice looked at the glass bottle and burst into a bitter, wild laugh, "Do you want to know how I got this?" She put down her hands that covered her ears and shook her head. "It's a magical liquid made from wolfsbane. It's a special herb for werewolves. All three of you should have eaten it. Why are you fine?"

She glanced maliciously at the three men standing before her. I suddenly remembered my coma and the things Kral made me swallow before I fell asleep. I looked at Kral in shock. His profile was the same as always, his eyelashes drooping, looking indifferently at the interrogation before him.

So they've already discovered everything?

Alen smiled. He explained patiently, "Ah, yes, I'm sorry, we didn't get poisoned as you wanted, but why do you have this liquid of Wolfsbane with magical qualities? It's only for the royal family."

Alen's tone darkened, his smile faded, and the last sentence sent a chill down Bernice's spine.

But Bernice didn't answer his question. She passed Alen and lifted her chin at me. Her face was full of twisted smiles. "Come here and I'll tell you."

"Your Highness?" Alen looked back at us hesitantly.

"I could kill you at any time," Kral says with murderous intent.

"Then you won't know who gave it to me, will you?" Bernice looked confident. She smiled as she met Kral's gloomy gaze.

Kral's hands around my waist tightened, and I could almost feel the force of his fingers.

“I can do it, master, oh, Your Highness.” I took Kral's hand, took a deep breath, and approached Bernice with both Kral and Alen watching, as if approaching a serpent with its head held high.

"What are you trying to say?" I lowered my head and looked down at her. The face that had always given me nightmares and pain was no longer as bright as it used to be, except for an uncomfortable, twisted madness.

"My dear sister, you haven't seen me for so long. Shouldn't you give your sister a hug?" Her tone suddenly became warm and innocent as she tilted her head and smiled at me. She acted as if we were really close family, if I ignored her eyes.

"It's a pity that you didn't see my body, isn't it? Bernice, I'm familiar with your disguise. This kind of trick won't work on me. You'll be taken away and sentenced if you attack the royal family. If you tell me, there might be a way to make things right."

I leaned over, looked into her eyes, and laughed mockingly. I knew Bernice's mind too well. After all, I had been tortured by her for so long.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Bernice burst out laughing wildly and looked at me fiercely, “With the help of the Prince, your tone of voice is different now. A B * Tch without a wolf is going to become the prince's wife! This is so funny!”

My weakness was attacked again. I gritted my teeth and tried to keep my expression strong. Bernice always knew how to make me miserable.

"I don't want to hear any more nonsense!" Kral said.

Bernice's laughter came to an abrupt end, as if she were stuck in her neck.

"Yes, my prince." Bernice's tone suddenly became cautious, like a helpless child being scolded by an adult, and she slowly moved closer to me on her knees until the hem of her skirt came close to my feet.

"I'm telling you, that glass bottle was from..." she whispered into my ear.

I didn't hear anything from the key names, so I leaned forward and listened.

"It was from..."

Her red lips opened and closed, but I still heard nothing.

"I said it was from..."

The next second, Bernice suddenly shifted into a wolf, with a cold light of the claws towards me.

A pair of strong hands suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me away from the wolf's claws. Several strands of hair were cut by the wolf's claws. Alen's face changed. He quickly took out his knife, and cut off one of her arms within a second.

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