Chapter 145 [Bonus chapter] Acting Of Curse

Rafael’s fierce eyes stared back at the witch. For some reason he felt that she was not lying and what she wanted to say was…

For some reason his face froze in shock as the thought crossed her mind.

An evil grin formed on the face of the witch when she noticed the change in his expressions. She tilted her head and stared back at Hazel with a vicious look.

“How could you stay in hiding when we all are fighting so hard. Do you have any idea how angry the mistress would be?” taken aback by her strange words, Hazel frowned.

The pain in her body was still making her nauseous but still the witch was chiding her as if she was her subordinate who had abandoned her.

Confused, Hazel turned to look at Rafael whose eyes were narrowed at the witch. Looking at his expressions, he must be having the same thought as hers.

“What is it that you can tell me? If the secret is worth it, I will spare your life!” taking control of his swirling emotions, Rafeal spoke as he tried to stay calm but even a blind could see how agitated he was.

His face that always has a facade of warm and kind look had broken. He was looking worried and anxious as if he was losing the most precious thing of her life.

“Who cares about my life? I only want to see you suffering, the truth is that the girl sitting with you…”

“Blast!” “woosh” “explode”

Just as the witch smiled and was about to speak further, her eyes widened and her hands moved instinctively to her throat.

She felt like it was being strangled and she could not even breath let alone be speaking.

But before she could do anything, she exploded like a firecracker.

Her blood and flesh splattered all over the carriage. Hazel covered her face with her both hands yet the blood was all over them.

The small tiny pieces of her meat were touching and gripping their body, clothes and carriage.

She was so stunned that she did not speak for a long time until the carriage stopped.

The coachmen opened the door and looked at them worriedly.

He stopped the carriage when he heard the strange sound of an explosion and came to check on their master and mistress when he saw the blood all around and the exploded body of the witch.

Could it be the work of their master and he got worried for nothing?

Afraid that the master would chide him, he wanted to leave but looking at the state of his mistress he did not know if he should leave it be.

“Master!” Only after hearing the voice did they both come back to their senses.

“Vomit!” the feeling that Hazel was trying to control so far, after seeing the gruesome death of the witch, she lost her balance and vomited in the carriage.

A look of disappointment filled his red orbs. He was this close to know the truth, yet he lost it! His hands clenched into a fist while his nails dug deeper into his skin,

Lost! He lost it once again. Whenever he thought that he would know the truth this time, it was either the disappointment or failure he was getting.

He was so mad that he would burn the whole empire if he did not know the truth.

But just as he was about to crumble the whole carriage, he saw the pale face of Hazel.

Her clothes and face were stained red and she was vomiting.

She was looking so frail that he did not realize the rage he was feeling a second ago subsided so easily.

“How far are we from the palace?” he moved and wrapped his hands around her waist and held her tightly in his hands.

Without feeling any repulsion, he held her hair so that she could continue to vomit her guts out.

“That.. it will still take half an hour, my lord!” The stench of meat and blood now mixed with vomiting was making it unbearable to sit inside even for a second.

When the girl took some shallow breaths to calm herself after pouring out everything she had eaten, he took out his handkerchief and passed it to her.

“We can not continue to travel in this carriage. We will take a walk until you arrange another one.

Do not worry about the amount of rent but I want one as soon as possible.” the coachman nodded as he bowed his head and left.

It was hard to stand there without vomiting, so he was glad that he was asked to leave.

“Are you alright?” Once Hazel was done with cleaning her face and lips and closed her eyes to take a deep breath, he asked softly, stroking her back.

Her back that was still leaning on the seat was the only clean part of her body.

She nodded though she was feeling awful. She felt like she would vomit again if she opened her eyes.

“Come, give me your hand. I will help you in walking out of the carriage.” she nodded as she did not feel the strength of arguing with him.

Holding his hands tightly, Hazel staggered out of the carriage. Yet the burning sensation of her body did not leave her.

She felt like someone had set fire in the pit of her stomach that did not go even after pouring her guts out.

“I did not know that you were this sensitive. I think it was a wrong decision to bring you here.” he muttered more to himself than her as he looked around to see if he could find water for her.

“I was fine earlier. What happened to the witch? How did she suddenly..” she did not know what to say as she still felt it was too sudden.

“Explode?” he shook his head as he looked back at the carriage and then at her,

“It must be a curse. A curse that had been placed on the word she was going to say.”