Chapter 17 (1/2)
Translator: Wawaa
Editor: WilsonWilson
Marquess of Bailey left the disposal of Demian to the solvers who would dispose of just anything as long as money is involved. Though they were neither professional assassins nor were they war mercenaries, they did live on dirty commissions from the nobles. So as long as they were crazy about money, they would keep their mouths shut.
An arena slave that lived like a parasite who was buttering up the young noblewomen was nothing to them.
That was how it should be.
The first one to find Demian was a gangster who was disguised as an arena worker, but his throat ended up getting cut with the knife that he brought. The second time, there were three visitors disguised as errand boys. They were going to surround Demian, spray him with anesthetic, and then cleanly take his life. But they were the ones who ended up swallowing the anesthetic and passed away without knowing when or how they died.
The third one was an expert.
He hid in the shadows of the arena building in the middle of the night and secretly launched an assault. He prepared poisoned weapons and crossbows, and even nets to be on the safe side. As Demian easily defeated the previous two attacks, he took his move carefully. He did not look down on his opponent, nor did he lose his concentration.
And yet, he still failed to kill Demian. As soon as he went inside Demian’s room through the window, what he faced was a black shadow moving at an invisible speed. After the three attacks failed in vain and losing five solvers, they finally sent a message to Marquess of Bailey, informing him that they would forgo his commission.
Just in time, the warden of the arena, who could not afford to lose a popular slave in vain, deployed guards day and night at Demian’s lodging. It was a wonder for soldiers to risk their lives and be on sentry duty to protect a slave. Of course, Demian only snorted at such things.
“I was unscathed, just as I assured you. But, why are you wounded?”
“Demian, about this…”
“Who did it?”
He was not up for a long conversation with Lara. After coming in with her and sitting her down on the sofa, Demian walked and grabbed a knife.
“Tell me.”
“What’s with the knife? If I tell you who did it, are you going to stab him?”
“No, I will kill him.”
“Are you out of your mind?”
“Did your father do it?”
He hit the nail on the head.
Lara could not deny him. Shortly after, she saw Demian burst into laughter with a face full of a murderous spirit, similar to that of a demon.
“Don’t think that I wouldn’t kill him just because he’s your father.”
“I don’t think like that.”
“Lara.”
“It’s my problem.”
Lara could not figure out why he was so angry.
Demian was her slave, but it just happened because the two met that way.
“I mean, it’s none of your business.”
“Lara.”
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“Worry about you before you worry about me. My father will not give up on both of us.”
“Then, what do you want me to do?”
He asked.
Before Lara knew it, Demian had already put the knife on the table.
“Are you really going to be my mighty warrior for six months?”
“Yeah.”
“Even for things other than fighting in the arena?”
“Anything.”
“Why?”
“I can’t tell you now.”
“But I want to know the reason.”
“It’s because I can’t explain it well to you. I promise I’ll let you know when I can give you a proper answer.”
“…Fine.”
“Okay.”
Just until a little while ago Demian was filled with so much bloodlust that it had made Lara’s skin sting, but he had capriciously changed his attitude and gave a long yawn like a lion in the daytime. He was so defenseless that even Lara, who was looking at him, ended up releasing the tension on her shoulders.
Lara was determined to correct all her mistakes in this life. If she keeps Demian by her side for six months, there will be many things she can do for him, from getting a good weapon to finding someone who will become his comrade. And after six months, she will send him to wherever he wants to go.
After organizing her thoughts, Lara talked to Demian about her purpose in coming to the arena.
“I want you to go outside with me.”
“Outside?”
“We will go to the Night Ball.”
As Lara’s rumors had blown up big time in the arena, her next place was the ball. She should not stop here just because she had managed to leave her father’s house with the help of her mother. Marquess of Bailey is cunning and persistent. He would do anything to get his daughter back and dedicate her to the prince.
“We’ll have a flashy dance in the ballroom. Then, I’ll have you accompany me to the entrance of the hotel downtown.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to be the most reckless woman in Hautean.”
“Okay.”
Demian nodded casually.
Demian was very cooperative. He did everything Lara asked him to do, not even asking for a reason.
“Let’s go.”
“Yeah.”
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To go to the ball, Lara needed clothes that would look good on Demian. So she took Demian to a boutique in a luxury shopping mall.