Chapter 227

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 227. Betrayal (2)

Unfortunately, the King had already turned away before he finished the question.

Annette blinked as she watched the King’s back moving away from her. She did not dare ask what he had meant. It could mean nothing good for Celestine, who would be the future Crown Princess.

There was a heavy silence after the King’s departure. The nobility just seemed confused by what had happened.

“Knights!” called Prince Ludwig, intervening. “Take the wounded to the annex immediately, where the palace doctor will attend to them. All our guests will be escorted safely back to their homes.”

At once, the knights moved to obey. The flames in the banquet hall were almost all extinguished, and it was only sensible to end the event. A few of them carefully lifted the still-unconcious Allamand Bavaria, intending to send him home after he received first aid, but Annette did not intend to leave her father alone. He had been wounded defending her.

Her eyes widened as she turned. Behind Ludwig, there was a man smiling at her. He was wearing a common servant’s uniform, but his face was impossible to miss.

Railin?

He had been having a very busy day. He had warned Annette about the danger, he had given her the magic orb, awakened Raphael in time to save them, and then went looking for Ludwig, just when he was needed.

Railin had directed the entire play from behind the scenes. The wisest decision she might have made in this life was to hire him. It might have gone very differently otherwise.

A large hand turned Annette’s head to face its original direction.

“Tsk.” Raphael clicked his tongue, looking grumpy. “You have to stay close to my father-in-law.”

Annette nodded. He was right, and she completely missed the fierce glare he sent to Railin.

Raphael had been getting jealous, lately.

But Claire had already been at Allamand’s side since the debate had ended, looking at his wound as seriously as if she had been his wife. She couldn’t get a good look at the injury beneath the dried blood, so she poured a little water onto his arm to clean it away.

“Argh…”

The moment the water touched the wound, Allamand opened his eyes, frowning with pain, but Claire smiled as she examined the wound, cleaned of the dried blood. It wasn’t in bad shape.

“No damage to the tendon,” she said. “Unbelievable, father-in-law.”

“You…”

Allamand rubbed his temples with his fingers, as if the sight of her face had given him a headache. He had barely been aware that she had come to Deltium.

But she had never met his expectations, so there was no point in discussing it now. When Allamand looked weakly away, Claire seized his hand.

“Don’t worry! I will take care of you, rest easy!”

“…no need. Leave me alone,” he muttered coldly, but Claire ignored him.

Allamand decided to do the same, and glanced around.

Things seemed to have resolved themselves.

His purple eyes fixed on his daughter’s face as she approached. Her hair was a mess and there were smudges of soot on her face, but she was every bit as beautiful as her mother had been. It didn’t look like she had taken any injuries.

Relieved, Allamand finally let his eyes close.