Chapter 82: Savage Left Only With Its Desires

Chapter 82: Savage Left Only With Its Desires

It was a starless night sky.

The only thing lighting up the dark streets was the crescent moon floating in the middle of a black canopy.

Under the dim moonlight of the winter night, Damian felt an inexplicable emotion as he gazed at the two people looking at him.

His gaze slowly slipped down to Arens neck. When he saw the bright red marks and her disheveled hair, Damians face contorted into a terrible expression.

The woman was staring at him with surprise, her hand held in Cassadins. Standing next to her was Cassadin, as if that were rightfully his place.

Aren was still beautiful, even after he hadnt seen her for a while. The only reason Damian hadnt visited her was because she had expressed her displeasure at him doing so.

He had left a mark on her collarbone, thinking that she had self-healing abilities, but Aren was unfortunately unable to heal even the slightest scratch on her body.

She was a frail woman who could heal even incurable diseases in others, but she was unable to heal any of her own wounds.

After learning this truth, Damian strangely felt elated.

It pleased him.

Maybe it had been a feeling of achievement from leaving his mark on a clean, snowy path that nobody had stepped on. Or, it could have been a sense of superiority for claiming the woman that Cassadin had desired so much first.

However, the mark that he had left on her collarbone was now covered over with Cassadins mark.

With his germaphobia, Damian could not understand Aren.

Did she really accept him, knowing just how filthy of a man he was? How could she do that with a sane mind?

However, the one who was crazier than Aren was Damian himself, who was, in fact, envying such a man as Cassadin.

Aren.

When he called to her, she stared at him wordlessly.

Since she had taken in that filthy man, it should be right for Aren to have seemed filthy in his eyes as well. But for some reason, Damian was unable to take his eyes off of the woman.

The blue eyes of the woman, who should be considered tainted, were so clear and serene that they stirred something strange in those who saw them.

The moment he saw those eyes, Damian felt his mind become clouded, as if dark rain clouds formed within his thoughts.

Even Damian himself did not understand why he was feeling this way.

But as Damian continued to gaze at Arens face, Cassadin obstructed his view with his back, preventing him from seeing her.

Damians already sour mood worsened even further.

May I ask what the Marquess is doing here?

Damian posed the question, fully aware of what the answer would be. There was a clear irritation in his sharp voice.

In response, Cassadin peered at Damian with a dry expression as he replied.

That is what I should be asking. May I ask what Your Grace is doing here at this late hour?

Damian merely smiled at Cassadins question. His dry laughter echoed into the dark night sky.

Suddenly halting his laughter, Damian tilted his head towards Cassadin as he spoke icily.

I see that youve mistaken my generosity for permission to overstep your bounds.

If he had known this would happen, he would have visited Aren much earlier. Damian deeply regretted his actions. He hadnt expected Cassadin to claim Aren after becoming a Marquess.

Ive heard rumors that the Emperor is bestowing the youngest Princess of the Elsia Kingdom upon you at the banquet

Smirking at Cassadin, Damian added,

Bella, was it? Ive heard that she is a beautiful maiden who makes all the men she meets fall in love at first sight.

Cassadin responded without hesitation to Damians comment.

Im not interested.

Who knows, maybe your mind will change once you meet her in person. It is natural for a mans heart to waver in the presence of a beautiful woman.

Cassadins expression turned frosty as he glanced at Damian.

Your obsession is insane.

Cassadin himself understood this best.

To him, Aren was his world, the only thing he had left in it.

I was not aware that His Highness would also be attending. Very well then.

With a rather dismissive response, Cassadin firmly grasped Arens hand and walked past Damian. As they did, Damians sharp voice rang in Cassadins ears.

I knew you were a beast, but this is beyond my expectations.

You will never achieve what you desire.

Why were there so many obstacles? Cassadin laughed calmly and retorted to Damian.

Well, I wont just stand by and watch.

Just as it seemed Cassadin was going to walk past Damian, he turned his head towards the man and added,

Im aware that Your Grace had influence over the initiation of the war by the Elsia Kingdom.

With those final words, Cassadin escorted Aren to the mansion without so much as a glance in Damians direction.

Likely concerned that someone else might see the marks on Arens body, as Damian had, Cassadin removed his jacket and draped it over Aren.

Cassadins touch as he wrapped his jacket around Aren was both kind and gentle.

Watching this scene, Damians insides were boiling with fury. But Damian himself didnt understand why he was so angry.

Aren, its getting late, so hurry inside. I will come to escort you to the banquet as soon as dawn breaks If possible, make sure to dress warmly.

Regardless of whether Damian was standing there or not, Cassadin smiled kindly at Aren as he spoke.

When Aren looked up at Cassadin with a worried expression, he returned a reassuring glance to her.

Seemingly at ease now, Aren nodded with a smile spreading across her face.

After waving to Aren until she was completely out of sight, Cassadin turned to Damian with an indifferent expression.

It seems like Your Grace has much to say.

There is nothing I have to say to a beast like you.

In response, Cassadin tapped his right cheek.

That wound on your cheek must not have been enough.

Hearing the mans taunt, Damian raised his eyebrow at him.

Although some time had passed since the fighting tournament, the wound on his cheek from Cassadins sword had not yet disappeared.

It had faded a bit, but the fact that the traces of that wound were still on his face made Damian extremely displeased.

Because that wound was the symbol of his defeat.

Pretending to be alright, Damian replied in a dry voice.

Why would a human be angered by a mere insects taunts?

Then I wonder why Your Grace is so interested in what we insects are doing. So I ask that you stop interfering with what I am doing Then I will also remain quiet.

Hearing what Cassadin had added, Damian clicked his tongue and opened his mouth.

That reminds me. Youve left Kindel in complete tatters last time.

I see no better example of an ignorant beast than yourself. A savage thats left only with its desires, one left with only its instincts instead of logic. Ah, wait, not that.

Damians lips thinly stretched, then curled upwards.

Or should I say, the last Crown Prince of the now destroyed Hyran Kingdom?