Chapter 15. Intractable pain

"Hera, please..." he ingested hard and sighed. "I promise to convince my father to release him and nullify his case; just accept my proposal."

Hearing those statements made Hera's heart pound, and her stomach dropped in utmost rage. Her eyes broadened in incredulity when she realized what he had stated.

"Pardon me? Did you say... nullify?" she didn't need to hear him speak again before she could decipher. A few seconds later, he nodded his head.

"Yes. I will convince my father to invalidate this matter only if you change your mind."

Hera pulled her hands away from him, clearly disgruntled in his idiotic favor. She couldn't believe his tactless remarks. "Seriously? My father's liberty relies on a single decision of mine. I'm sorry, Cayden, but you proved how selfish you are!"

She saw Cayden's shoulders sag at that word as he stood up, and then, in an instant, a dark look painted his countenance.

Hera's lips curled into a sneer, and her voice became cold, cutting. She was mad, really infuriated. "I thought you were different. How dare you think you could manipulate my mind like this? You have no idea how much I despise you now!"

Cayden was insulted upon receiving her words. His eyes filled with overflowing rage, almost losing his patience.

Nevertheless, Hera thought he deserved it. And without a stain of reluctance, Cayden stood still, striving to maintain his composure. He swiveled around, signaling all the knights to persist in taking all the possessions and commodities. "Don't pay attention to her; take everything you see!"

This man is trying to destroy her senses. With that, Hera tightened her fist, but she decided to set aside her grievances because the best thing she could do now was to leave the residence and let them do whatever they wanted. The more she opposed Cayden, the more she brought her father in peril.

A few seconds later, she walked out immediately, leaving him standing still.

She halted momentarily outside the residence and glanced directly at Darth's home. She did want to ask for help from him, but she unhesitantly turned down her thoughts because she knew Darth had already helped her in many ways, and taking advantage of him might be a terrible idea. Afterward, she walked away, planning to seek help from her uncle.



WALKING to the alley, she was brooding about what to do next. She was mad at Cayden, and the same time worried about her parents, especially her father. She had never been so angry with someone like this, but at the same time, there wasn't any way for her to speak with her father to know how is he doing. All she could do was wait, hoping things would work themselves out. But she is determined to do everything until the accusation against her father is proven wrong.

'I will find a way, my father.' a voice in her mind as she persisted in striding. 'By my troth.'

After contemplating for a while, she noticed that everyone was looking at her angrily as if they despised her. They were passing by her silently but with hatred and disapproval. Some were talking behind her back, while the others stared at her scornfully. Their expressions were too evident, and although she didn't have any idea about it, she found it incredibly insulting.

However, she didn't bother to listen, though. Instead, she focused on heading straight ahead, hoping to reach where her uncle resided.



DARTH was bothered by the fact that he unbosomed himself to Hera. The bizarre phenomenon of being summoned repeatedly by her. Those greedy werewolves attempted to slay Hera. Those are the thoughts running through his mind. After all, Hera has always been a strange girl. Fortunately, he was able to tell all of this to Master Amoux.

"For certainly, the war has well begun," Darth stated as he stood beside Master Amoux on the porch. His tone sounded serious, and the master remained silent for a moment before responding.

"It seems that way," his voice was firm, yet he also looked troubled. "But we should still be cautious. Dragons and werewolves became an alliance, and it's massive destruction to your goal, Your highness."

"I am aware," Darth replied firmly, his gaze falling toward one side.

"This is why you have to avoid humans. You have to avoid her as much as possible," master Amoux stated, referring to Hera. "Do not entrust yourself to someone you barely know, Your highness. It is not a sin but a great folly, further, a terrible termination. Prithee, hear me out, and don't implicate yourself in any situation."

Darth remained speechless. The stillness stretched for an extended period which was uncommon for his usual self; he was always composed and speaking clearly. Nevertheless, his gaze was wandering off somewhere. He didn't seem interested in listening, and his master could only sigh softly.

"I'm not supposed to interfere, and do not think I'm controlling you because, at the end of time, your choice is yours, regardless."

As soon as he concluded that sentence, Darth didn't respond at once. Master Amoux took it as a cue to leave without any delay. He bowed slightly to the young master and quickly walked away with light footsteps.

As soon as Master Amoux vanished behind the corner, Darth lifted his gaze and stared into space. This was all happening so fast and too unexpectedly. His plans were going smoothly, and he was confident he could achieve his goals.

However, he was feeling uneasy. He was afraid that something might go wrong. He was wondering if there would be another summon or trouble. Numerous occurrences were out of his control, but one thing he was sure of; Hera was the reason.

The thought swiftly faded when Darth suddenly felt a pang in his chest. It felt like someone's stab directly hit his heart, rendering it in intractable pain. As a result, he clenched both of his fists tightly. His right hand moved upward, rubbed his chest, and closed his eyes tightly as if he were endeavoring to fight against some invisible force. But then he was stupefied the moment he opened his eyes.