145: Comfortable Bed 4

Comfortable Bed 4

"Sir, the wolves are not showing any signs of slowing. In the next few minutes, they will reach the gates and— "0

"What of the barrier?" Clinton asked his people.

"It— it seems that it has finally lost its effect," one of the soldiers answered. "Sir, if things worsen, there is a horse at the back. It is a good one. We will distract the wolves, you must save your own life first."

"You think I don't know that!?" Clinton hissed, his eyes bulging. "Do you think I would stay here and fight a pointless fight?"

The soldier must have realized his mistake as he immediately bowed and apologized to Clinton.

"Is that really the right way to talk to the people that are going to sacrifice their lives to protect you?"

Clinton stilled when he heard the Duke's calm voice. This lunatic actually came here!

"Why are you here?" Clinton asked. "I asked you to give me some time to decide."

"Is that the way you would talk to your future… savior?"

"This is all your fault!" Clinton said. The Duke really had the audacity to offer him a deal. Duke Lucas said that the only way for him to save Clinton was for him to sign an agreement. It was an agreement that was already signed by the King of Lonyth himself and stated that Clinton must work under Duke Lucas in the North— as a soldier.

This lunatic wanted him, the future Duke of Lonyth, to serve him and fight against the beasts!

What stupidity!

He would never serve another Duke! Never!

"Have I not given you enough time, young Moller?"

"Stop calling me that!" Clinton hissed. Young Moller this, young Moller that! They were almost the same age, yet the man had never once called him by his name. Instead, he would call him Young Moller! Clearly, Duke Lucas was looking down on him! "I would never serve you!"

He heard the Duke chuckle.

"Your plan will not work," Duke Lucas said. He was calmly standing next to Clinton, his eyes traveled outside the gates and to a large number of wolves coming their way. Each wolf was about two meters in height and tens of them looked like a thick, dark wall, that threatened to devour Toorin.

It was a horrifying scene for someone like Clinton and his people who had never seen anything like this in the past.

"The king is waiting nearby, watching. The Wolf Kings are well known for their cruelty. They want to give someone hope, then take it all away. The Wolf King is someone that would never consider someone's sins or status. To them… we are nothing but food, a source of meat. But you already know this, don't you? Young Moller?"

The Duke gave him a meaningful gaze.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I heard the young Moller loved to let dogs fight," Duke Lucas turned his attention back to the wolves.

"Hmph! Aren't you too calm about this!? Are you even sure that you can defeat all of them?"

"I don't know about that," Duke Lucas shrugged calmly, "I have never seen this many wolves."

"You— " Clinton swallowed. Turning his gaze to his people he said, "Make a way for me! I am leaving this town no matter what!"

He heard the Duke chuckle, but he ignored him as he left the walls with his people.

....

"Everyone told me that you were sleeping," Lieutenant Fraunces said.

"You seem to be disappointed," Rosalind quipped back. She only took a quick nap before she woke up as she heard someone's scream. She thought something happened, so, she got out of her room to check. Who would have thought that this woman was standing just outside her room? "What are you doing here? You are supposed to be fighting the beasts."

"I am here to make sure that no one woke you up once the Duke told us to leave town."

"Ah… so you wanted me to die after I saved you." Rosalind chuckled. She did not take the woman's words to heart. "I should probably talk to your father about your manners."

"Where are you going!?"

"To Lucas."

"L— Lucas!? What did you just call him?"

"Ah…" Rosalind's lips lifted up. "You must have missed the news. The Duke spent a lot of time with me today. We went to eat and do some sightseeing, and we decided to start calling each other by our names. Is there a problem?" Rosalind lied without batting an eyelid. For some reason, she wanted to irritate the woman.

She liked seeing Fraunces seethe.

"Wait… you were there, you barged into my room earlier," Rosalind added.

"The Duke was not in his room," Fraunces said while glaring at her. "Let me accompany you to see him."

"And why should I trust you?" Rosalind asked.

"You— How dare you!"

"You have proven yourself ungrateful, Dame Fraunces. What made you think that people will trust you after seeing your unappreciative side?" Rosalind asked before she walked passed the lieutenant and then down the stairs. Reaching the main room, she exited the inn.

"The Duke told me to bring you to him once you woke up."

Rosalind looked at the red-eyed man, Denys.

He was leaning against the wall of the inn, his arms crossed, his brows furrowed. She did not know if the man disliked her or… he was just simply like this.

"Then please take me to the Duke," Rosalind said. She was already wearing trousers so she did not have as hard of a time riding a horse.

Denys then took her to the southern walls.

She immediately spotted Duke Lucas as he was the only one wearing black. She and Denys walked next to the man.

"How was your nap?" the Duke asked her.

"Satisfying," she calmly responded. She could feel his gaze on her face as she looked at the approaching beasts. "I had almost forgotten how it felt to sleep in a proper bed," she added, smiling. Then she looked at him.

A glint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it came.

"How about your talk with Mr. Moller? I am going to assume that it was victorious?"

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