273: Sinister Duke

Sinister Duke

"You— why am I—"2

"I told you," Rosalind smiled when she saw Clinton's surprised expression. She eyed Lucas who stood behind Clinton. He was eying Clinton as if he was watching someone already dead. "I can do this over and over again. Since you refuse to say it, I will have to—"

"Impossible!" Clinton's eyes were wide. "You— Sorcerers should not have the ability to heal that fast. Unless… unless you receive the Blessing of the light."

Rosalind smirked. "It seems that you were studying us." Rosalind then took a dagger— the one that was not cursed— and used it on Clinton's face. The smell of blood immediately filled the room.

"You— You whore!"

Rosalind said nothing as she used her Blessing to heal him. This time, she did not hide the fact that she could use the Blessing of the light.

"Impossible!" Clinton said.

"I know," Rosalind said. "I never thought that something like this could be possible too."

She took a step back. "Elias— burn him."

"Yes."

This time, Rosalind did not leave. She watched as Clinton started screaming from the pain. She also took this time to think about Lucas's offer to teach her how to destroy Clinton's mind then rebuild it and access his memories.

Earlier, Lucas told her that he could teach her how to use her dark Blessing because he had met someone like her before. Obviously, she was hesitant. She had never heard about this in the past.

However, a part of her also wanted to believe him.

What if it was true?

What if he had met someone who could use the dark Blessing before?

A Blessing had always been inherited from one family member to another. So, there was a possibility that the person whom he met in the past might be related to her. If that was indeed true, then… Rosalind would want to meet them.

However, it seemed that he could actually read her mind as he told her that the person who previously owned the dark Blessing died a long time ago.

That could explain why she had never heard of them before.

"That is enough," Rosalind said.

"Why?" Elias asked. "Are you going to heal him now?"

"No. Please leave us alone. I have some matters to discuss with the Duke."

Elias and Valentin left without saying another word. The two seemed to fear the Duke and were hesitant to say a word around Lucas. She wondered if this was because they saw him at the wall.

"Are you going to teach me?" Rosalind stood in front of the weak Clinton.

"Are you willing to trust me?" he retorted as he approached her.

"Do I have a choice?"

"You do."

"Then, I will trust you this time."

"Smart choice." He then brought her hand and let her touch Clinton's head.

"What— what are you doing!?" Clinton asked. "You— What are you doing!?"

"Close your eyes and think about your mist getting inside his head and using it to destroy what little brain he has."

"Uhhhh—" The man's words were very direct and Rosalind could only comply. She thought about her mist slowly penetrating Clinton's head.

"No matter what you hear, do not open your eyes and focus only on my voice. Only listen to what I say."

Rosalind nodded.

Then he felt him move. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her body from behind. He then placed both of his hands on top of hers, giving her the warmth that she very much needed.

"Ready?" he asked in a low voice that sent goosebumps down her spine.

Again, she nodded.

This man wanted her only to think about his voice while hugging her from behind. He seemed to have forgotten the fact that she was a woman and he was a man. Well, perhaps this was because of her current age.

Did he think she was too young to think about those things?

She chose to push the weird thoughts out of her mind and focus on his voice. In his direction.

"Let it all go… slowly and surely," he said, his voice almost a whisper. She bit her lower lip.

Then the screaming began.

"See how easy that was?" Lucas asked. "The darkness is not something that you should fear. It is something that you should embrace and use to your advantage. It is extremely powerful."

Rosalind felt Clinton's movement as he tried to fight them, but it seemed that the Duke did something to restrain his body.

"Alright, you can stop now," Lucas said. "Open your eyes."

When Rosalind opened her eyes, she immediately staggered. It was not from exhaustion but from seeing Clinton's blank eyes. Blood was oozing out of Clinton's orifices, and it was not a pleasant sight.

"He is alive… but his mind is not. You must heal him once you are ready. Do not over-exhaust yourself."

"What would happen if I didn't heal him?"

"He would stay that way. Unless the one who put a curse in his head would arrive to kill him."

"A curse?"

"He cannot tell the truth," Lucas said. "They are using some curse that they must have found in the forbidden area or from ancient time. This is restricting Clinton from confessing. He would never be able to utter the truth. Once the curse breaks, the one who used it on him would hear about it. They should have a way to come here and end his life."

"You knew this and you did not stop me from torturing him?" she asked. How could he?

He snorted in response. "Now… where is the fun in that?"

"You are really—"

"Sinister?"

"I was going to say, unique."

"Is that a compliment?" he lifted an eyebrow. Instead of responding, Rosalind rolled her eyes. "I am going to heal him." Since the one who put the restriction curse would know that it was broken, they would surely come soon.

"Alright," Lucas said. He unsheathed his sword and sat down on a chair that he pulled out from his spatial bag. "I will keep you safe." Then he took a wine glass and filled it up as he watched her heal Clinton.

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