Chapter 564: Mrs. Caroline-II
Entering the room, Elise t with the three n and a few numbers of other church mbers who were standing behind the three, around the chairs like a guard of so sort. She made her way toward the chair and sat down in silence, offering no smile but it wasn't because she wanted to be rude. Elise was still mourning and deeply angry.
Her current situation was similar to a boiling pot and she was right in the boiling point. At any ti she could explode and she tried not to let her emotions to calm down.
But eting Oliver's face, she knew that it won't be easy.
"I am sorry that we have to talk to you now, Lady Elise," Kyle was the one who began the talk. Being the sensible one, he could tell it wasn't the ti for him to question Elise about the matter but it was what his job needed him to do.
"I don't mind," Elise answered with her stiff voice,
"I expected for you to cry, Lady Elise. You have just lost your husband but you look rather well," Oliver chided. On his mind he was rejoicing and Elise could see it clearly how he was the most happiest person to know Ian had died.
Elise ignored the man as he wasn't deserving enough for her to put her attention on him. Instead she looked at Kyle who was able to reasoned with though her action displeased Oliver who frowned she didn't care.
"I know it is what your job describe Sir Kyle. Do you need to answer your questions?" Elise who had studied the ways of church mbers knew what she had to do.
"Yes, milady," Kyle answered politely, "It will be so simple questions but if you couldn't answer you can deny our enter it is in your right."
"What matters is your ntal well being, Lady Elise," Dalton added his words as he sit on the far right side of the couch while Kyle sitting in the middle and Oliver on his left.
"No, I can answer the questions. You can start," Elise give the n the ti.
When Kyle was about to speak, Oliver took the chance to cut him off and bluntly ask, "Did you see who had attacked this castle? How they look or what they are. Lord Ian has quite an enemy as I heard maybe it is one of the few he had angered?"
"No re people can hurt him," Elise answered, her eyes looking at Oliver didn't narrow but it was vacant that could put one on imdiate edge. "The people who he angered are those who doesn't know their own place and cross the line they shouldn't like so people always do," and she ant Oliver but the thick-faced man laughed as he wasn't aware of it.
"Why certainly, a wife will always protect her husband's honor."
Elise read the lines between his words but his voice was useless for her to entertain him. "The people who attacked the castle I have seen their faces well. It was the dark sorcerers. They have entered and disguised while coming here with the goal to kill Ian. One of the mastermind behind the plan was the housekeeper who had worked for us for years."
"That woman's na is?" Kyle questioned after giving Oliver one hard glare, warning him to not try and pressure the lady again with his rude questioning.
"Mila," Elise never knew Mila's true surna until she saw the graveyard which belonged to her husband Eunice and her daughter Alice. "Mila Attoine," completed Elise.
"We will be looking to her for certain," Kyle promised and Elise only nodded though in her heart she wanted to say that the people didn't have to because soon she would be diving to the root of the problem and find the dark sorcerer lord and the angel for good.
"I also found this," Elise placed the key she found earlier to the surface of the table. "As Ian might have spoken about it before. This Key belongs to one of the team leaders in the a church mbers."
"You found this... when?" Kyle asked again with narrowed eyes and surprise.
"Ten minutes ago. From the place where I fought with one of the enemies and I found this buried underneath all the rubbles. I won't ask much, Sir Kyle. Please look into who had lost their key as it would an that person is my enemy," Elise's calm word had Kyle to shiver for a mont.
"No, no," Oliver laughed, "This key is indeed from our church but I am certain that this is false."
Elise looked at the man with crossed hands, "What is false?"
"The key might have been remade by them to put the guilt in one of ours. It might be a trap from them or from you..." Oliver suddenly rose his smile.
Elise had tried to be patient. She was with a storm of emotions in her heart. There was anger, rage, and sorrow. Now Oliver had tried to provoke her but her gentle side couldn't keep up with her anger.
Her brows pulled together, "I don't think we are on the sa page or even book, Oliver. What do you an trap that I made? That I am accusing the Church for killing Ian?"
"That's not what I ant," Oliver offered her a look of nervousness as if he was trying to be polite while at the sa ti cannot.
"Oliver." warned Kyle with his harsh tone, "One more words from you and I—"
"It is fine sir Kyle," Elise stopped the elder man, "Continue," she ordered Oliver the man with his pride dislike her tone but smiled.
"As I see now you don't seem to be mourning Lady Elise. Most wives on your place would be crying a river, shedding tears but you look very calm. Very very calm as if you were expecting Lord Ian's death. It's just one assumption of mine. We had gone through many cases you see where the wife plan to kill her own husband."
"Your point is that I killed him. For what?" Elise's anger was visible in her eyes about Oliver see this as a chance rather than a warning.
"Perhaps you have soone else you love who you want to crown as the next Lord. After all, you are now the Lady of Warine, a widow. And when you marry another person— Gah!" Oliver wasn't able to complete his words as he was imdiately thrown to the wall by a black large hand that had picked him from the couch and slamd him to the white wall, causing dents on the surface.
Elise who had sat down finally stood up from her seat. "Mind your words Oliver. You have not just disgraces but my loyalty, my love, and his honor which I won't ever forgive you for."
The rest of the church mbers were imdiately on guard but Elise was quicker to turn her face toward the n. Her blue eyes glistened in faint color of red. "Don't move. I am not in the state where I can be calm enough to forgive this man and allow any one of you to attack my house again."
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