NOVEL NEXT Chapter 13: Locked in dungeons
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Not wanting to be locked up as a madman, Damien increased his pace and arrived at the main building of the Wolfe mansion.
"What—— are you doing here?" The guard who stood outside the main building was rather terse, he didn't treat Damien with contempt but he didn't show any respect either.
His attitude was very similar to treating a beggar.
"Can you call, Miss Wistoria?" Damien said to the guard with a polite yet businesslike smile. "I want to tell her something."
"No," the guard answered in a heartbeat leaving Damien speechless.
"Oh come on," Damien clapped his hand and stated in a jolly tone, "This is really really important, if you do not listen to what I have to say then you will certainly regret it."
However, the guard no longer spoke. He was treating Damien as if he was a grasshopper jumping around.
A nerve throbbed in Damien's forehead when he saw the blatant disregard of the guard towards him. He wanted to raise his voice and say something very rude but then ——
"What's going on here?" A charming voice called from the left and Damien turned to look at the beautiful woman who stood in front of the gates of the main manor.
Her silver brows furrowed upon seeing him and she questioned in a cold voice, "What are you doing here ?"
'This must be Wistoria,' thought Damien. He suppressed the annoyance in his heart caused by the guard and turned his attention to Wistoria.
He said to her, "Miss Wistoria, there is something that I want to say to you if you could spare me two minutes——"
"Did I not tell you to live like a rat and not bother my family?" The woman sneered coldly. "Or do you think that just because you hold the title of my husband, you can show your face around while wriggling like a disgusting bug?"
Her words caused the guards to burst out laughing.
Damien who was being pointed and laughed at remained calm as he continued to stare at Wistoria with a serene smile.
However, no one noticed how fingers twitched.
When Wistoria noticed how calm he was, she snorted and turned to leave but she hadn't even taken two steps when she heard Damien say,
"If you do not listen to me then your brother will die tonight, Miss Wistoria. He—" Damien didn't even get a chance to finish when with a whoosh Wistoria swung the sword strapped on her side and pointed it at his throat.
A drop of blood trickled down as the sharp end of Wistoria's sword pierced through his skin.
"How dare you…" her red eyes were filled with anger as she questioned, "How did you find out about the injury of my brother? Have you been spying on us all along?"
Damien raised his hands in surrender upon facing the threat of getting stabbed to death. His lips were still curled up in a smile while he furiously cursed at Dan.
"Are you satisfied now? Because of you, I will be dying for the second time in a row," Damie said to Dan. The first time he died because William wanted to steal the data and research behind the creation of Dan.
And this was the second time where he would be stabbed to death by this crazy woman all because of Dan who asked him to save the brother of this woman.
[Host, you are scaring yourself for no reason. The end of the sword is only one mm inside your throat, unless the depth of the wound reaches six mm, you will not die.]
[ And with your skills and my knowledge, you can easily treat a life-threatening wound with ease. Please do not worry about dying for now.]
"And what about the pain?" Damien asked with a twitch of his brows. "Do you know how bad it hurts to sew a wound shut without anaesthesia?"
[…Dan is a set of instructions and—]
"Exactly! Since you cannot feel pain, don't act like a 'know it all'!" Damien snapped at the system. This damned system caused him to be caught in quite a mess.
Who would have thought that the patient was Wistoria's brother? If he had known it was him, Damien would have dealt with this situation in another way.
At least he would have tried to approach this situation gently.
'Who am I to blame? I was also eager to get rid of this tag of slave,' Damien thought with an annoyed sigh. The wise men were indeed right.
One shouldn't rush things.
He looked down at the woman whose sword didn't budge in the slightest and pretended to be as unperturbed as possible.
Damien tried his best to appear harmless as he explained, "You don't have to worry about anything, Miss Wistoria. Your family and I are in the same boat after all."
"You want me to believe that?" Wistoria laughed with a mocking sneer playing on her lips.
"It doesn't matter if you believe me or not," Damien answered as a nerve started to throb in his forehead.
Why was everyone in this world so stubborn?
He proactively smiled at the woman and claimed confidently, "All you need to know is no matter what kind of treatment the healers give your brother, they will not be able to treat him."
"Only I will be able to help your brother."
Though Damien didn't know what kind of injury her brother was suffering from, Dan had already relayed Wistoria's brother's condition to him. A healer could never treat him.
Unless Wistoria let him treat her brother, that man was bound to die.
A few minutes passed by as the woman stared at Damien who didn't let his smile drop as he continued to stare back at her.
After a pause—
Wistoria dropped her sword and Damien heaved a sigh of relief but then —
"Take him to the dungeon and lock him up. He is not allowed to come out of the dungeon unless he is willing to tell who passed the information to him."
Damien: "…" What a disobedient woman.