Chapter 12 (1/2)
Translator: Wawaa
Editor: WilsonWilson
“Feel free to let me know anytime if you want to go out or if you need something…”
Then, Konny who was waiting outside the door called Lara with a loud voice.
“Milady! Someone from the manor is here, he said His Lordship was very angry. He told you to get your portrait drawn again. What do we do? He also told you to come home right now…”
Did I get caught?
Lara sighed.
Still, she thought she could last a few more days, but her father seemed to have checked the portrait. Nevertheless, it seemed that he still did not know about what had happened in the arena.
Lara gazed at Demian, rubbing her lips with her fingers.
“Be careful.”
“About what?”
“After what had happened today had…spread, father could ask someone to get rid of you.”
“If your father knew that we kissed, he would get rid of me?”
“…Yes.”
Lara, who did not want to say the word ‘kiss’, if possible, tried to beat around the bush, but it was no use. Every time Demian said the word ‘kiss’, he persistently followed Lara’s eyes.
“It might be dangerous to stay here. The more people talk about the incident, the bigger the rumor would get. People will misunderstand and think that we are in a very deep relationship, the same goes for my father.”
“A very deep relationship.”
“You get me? Be careful.”
“Was it Marquess of Bailey?”
Demian slowly stood up.
As he stretched his tall body, Lara took a step back without her realizing it.
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“Is your father an expert of swords? Is he an owner of swords? Or probably a master?”
“No. His swordsmanship is just ordinary.”
“Then, is he a sorcerer? Is he an owner of a tower, or a leader of a sorcerer sect?”
“No. He is not a sorcerer. He is just an ordinary noble. He considers honor and reputation as important.”
“Does he have knights loyal to the family from generation to generation?”
“No such thing. House of Bailey has never been a commander of the border.”
Demian tilted his head to one side. His black hair spilled over his white forehead.
He asked a question full of wonder.
“Then, how can he kill me?”
“Demian.”
“I won’t die. If your father is an ordinary noble, he can’t kill me no matter what it takes.”
“He can make someone else do it, he can poison the bread you eat, or he can send an assassin while you sleep. Hautean is the country of nobles. As a slave, you can never stand up to my father.”
As she said so, Lara felt a strange awkwardness. She felt like she was saying something wrong. This man, Demian Rhode Drake, was a powerful man who could stand his ground even against the Empire’s finest knights. But how can Lara, who did not know much about him, make such a conclusion about his death?
“Lara.”
Demian approached her.
With his back slightly bent, he tilted his head to one side and looked into Lara’s face.
“I won’t die.”
He laughed with the corners of his mouth twisted, it was a fierce-looking smile. Now that she saw him, Lara realized that this man did not seem to know how to smile softly. She was still not avoiding his gaze. Demian reached out and grabbed a handful of Lara’s hair. Through his long fingers, her thin hair gently ran down. As she watched her hair being played around in between his thumb and index finger, Lara said in a calm voice.
“I have to go back now.”
“Master Lady.”
He bowed close.
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Without realizing it, Lara took a big step back. His lips crept close to her face and quickly became further.
“Don’t call me like that. My name is Lara. Or just call me… Young Lady Bailey.”