Chapter 87: If I Could Etch My Marks Over His

Chapter 87: If I Could Etch My Marks Over His

At around the same time, Damian experienced an indescribable anger boiling up inside him.

No longer inside the banquet hall, he bit his underlip out of frustration.

Perhaps it was because he had been unable to control his emotions, a pain that felt as though his entire soul was being torn out consumed his body.

He had to stop walking and stood there for a moment, letting out light gasps of pain.

Your Grace! Are you alright?!

Some imperial knights who recognized Damian rushed to his side to support him, but Damian shook his head to show that he did not want their help.

Understanding his signal, the knights bowed and backed away.

However, the youngest imperial knight among them did not understand Damians indications and approached him.

May I escort you back to the?

The young knight who had approached Damian was unable to finish his sentence. When he met eyes with the sharp green eyes of a serpent, he completely froze and turned pale with fear.

I-I am sorry, Your Grace. Please forgive my intrusion.

Without responding, Damian inspected the face of the young knight. He had merely looked at the knight, but the knight was completely frightened. He found it quite amusing.

Your Grace, I am terribly sorry. I will make sure to properly educate him.

Damians followers, the knights, then hurriedly ushered away the young knight, who was frozen in front of Damian along with them.

That young knight would likely never be able to hold a sword in his hand again. No, the other knights might attempt to kill him under the excuse of re-educating him.

It was incredible how loyal the imperial knights who followed Damian were to him instead of the Emperor.

Among those followers were some who had also participated in the destruction of Cassadins homeland, the Hyran Kingdom.

Though the knights who followed him were quite cruel, they proved useful to Damian. Even the old fox who ruled the empire would have no knowledge that Damian had planted several imperial knights within the palace for some time now.

Yes. This damned heart condition.

The cursed heart disease that he acquired immediately after conquering the Hyran Kingdom showed no signs of going away. He had suppressed the pain, even going as far as drinking the blood of commoners, but that was only a temporary measure.

Damian leaned against a cold marble pillar near the fountain adorned with angel decorations outside the palace.

As he took a moment to catch his breath, the scenes he had witnessed in the palace flooded Damians mind.

The intertwined hands of the woman and man and the womans smile as she declared she would have no regrets.

Just the thought of that scene reignited the anger that had just subsided within Damian.

Argh.

A pained moan escaped Damians lips as he clutched his heart and gazed up at the sky.

The winter sky was clear and bright, reminiscent of the Princesss hair he had seen in the banquet hall. But when Damian looked up at the vast expanse, he was reminded of Aren.

Unlike his darkening mood, she was pleasant, pure, and had not a single cloud in her eyes.

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To Damian, Aren was like the sky.

Normally, this level of anger would have been enough to render him unconscious, if not worse.

But this level of pain was no longer sufficient to make Damian faint. That was because he had endured two months of torturous training.

It was true that he did not need such training, and all he had to do was ask Aren to heal his heart.

Like he had done with others, he could blackmail her, use her family as leverage, and she would willingly cure him.

She is quite compassionate, so threats against her family, the Earl, would cause Lady Serkia to heal Masters heart so that she would not lose her father.

Kindel, who could no longer use his right leg because of Cassadins attack, also supported his idea.

Normally, that would have been the right choice.

Damian also knew, just as well as Kindel, that this was the quickest and easiest route to solving his problems.

But he was unable to make himself do it.

Kindel gazed at his master, who completely ignored his suggestion.

Master. Why are you not choosing the optimal method?

If I threaten Aren with her family, is there not a chance that she will never heal my heart disease?

Of course not. This is the best possible method. Master, dont you know that better than anyone else? Why

Trailing away, Kindel suddenly shut his mouth as if realizing something.

Kindel had aided Damian throughout his entire life. The wise butler immediately realized that his master, who boasted a calm and calculative mind, now had a crevasse in his heart.

Youve developed feelings for that woman.

And it seems that youve become quite bold after getting a beating from Cassadin.

Damian laughed at Kindels accusation, but Kindel already knew that Damians heart was already directed towards Aren.

Now that there was a crack in his masters cold-blooded mind that not even the Emperor could do anything about, it was impossible for him to claim the throne.



What had been contained inside that calm voice was a sadness similar to a sort of acceptance. That sadness didnt originate from the fear of death.

It held sorrow that felt as though hed known her for a long time, as if she had been reminiscing about the past.

That was probably the first time Damian felt interested in Aren, and when he became unable to read Arens intentions.

And inside the ears of the man who was thinking of Aren came Lillians marbly voice.

All Your Grace has to do is use me.

If you dont like me, then all you have to do is turn me down. There is nothing that Your Grace will lose. How is it? Why dont we join hands?

If it had been the usual Damian, he would have declined Lillians offer right away. Not only that, but he would have also taken her life away as well.

But the suggestion that Lillian was giving him felt like an irresistible temptation to the current Damian.

Her platinum hair was braided with the light of the moon, and her blue eyes were clearer than any spring in the mountains. Her crimson red lips were tinted with roses.

If those eyes looked at me instead of Cassadin, if I could etch my marks over the red stains that the bastard left

Back when he bit into Arens shoulder and left a mark, the one who had been more surprised than Aren was none other than Damian himself.

When he buried his face in her shoulder, there was an indescribable sweet scent coming from her body.

It was a subtle scent, but one that comforted him with its mere existence.

It was warm and cozy. It had been nice and comfortable.

That scent made Damian go mad.

On impulse, he had bitten into the womans shoulder. Even when he thought back to it, he looked no more than a beast in heat.

Who in this world would bite into a womans shoulder to test her healing abilities? That had just been an excuse made in an attempt to rationalize his trashy behavior.

The reason he avoided Aren for two months was in the hopes that not seeing her face would settle down these moronic thoughts he had.

But

The womans face, which he believed would fade away over time, only became clearer as time passed.

The way she had flinched and pulled away from him when he reached out to her, the woman who glared at him with disdain after he bit her shoulder.

He could not erase her from his mind.

Just imagining the woman unraveling in front of him with his touch and his movement was enough to instantly lighten his infinitely darkening mood.

Damian was germophobic, but Aren felt like a completely pure being to him.

Thinking of the frail, fragile woman reminded Damian of the morning fog, one that dissipated the moment he attempted to touch it.

So, if Your Grace touches even a single hair of Cassadins, Ill let you know that I will never heal Your Graces heart disease ever again.

When Aren said that to him, there was evident hatred and resentment in her gaze.

Damian wanted to see that hatred change into another emotion with his own two eyes.

Just how much more did he have to push her to make those unwavering eyes turn to him, not Cassadin?

What face would she make if Cassadin died? Would she shed tears all night? Or would her hatred and bloodlust for him become stronger?

Out of all the uncertainties, the one certain fact was that Damian would do whatever it took to have Aren in his grasp.

He even, perhaps, wanted Aren just as much as Cassadin, whom he had considered filthy.

Just as things that were hard to obtain always were, they added fuel to the flame called desire.

Damian wanted itboth Arens body and heart.

Hadnt I always claimed what I wanted until now?

Damian, who had become completely immersed in Aren unbeknownst to himself, eagerly accepted Lillians offer.

If the woman standing in front of him was unable to do her job correctly, he could just kill her. So, all he had to do was utilize this woman.

What is your name?

Lillian curled up her bright red lips at Damian.

I am Lillian Grace of the Viscount Grace Family.

Lillian Grace.

Yes, Your Grace. Please call me Lillian.

And just as Lillian had done to him, Damian drew his lips thin and smiled at her.

Yes, Lillian. Though I cannot trust you, I will put my trust in the achievements you make.

What results are you asking for?

That, you will know best as the person who first suggested it to me. If you prove your worth to me, then I will also trust you.

With his eyes stretching into an arch, Damian added,

So go ahead, prove your worth to me.