You Think I Won't Talk? Chapter 447

Exploding exasperated to the founded questions the right hand needed to know the answer for, Zeleskiaz’s expression that had maintained composure comnced to distort with the deep concerns his soul kept at Marianne’s disappearance... Holding the stunned stare of the man before him to try and reign the tension possessing his being. — "... I wasn’t even able to notice once her aura turned invisible...! Cursed be myself... Soone took her right under my nose! And now-!... *Bang*... D*mn it all, Biel..."

"... I’ll gather your troops along the Robus Pars right away. Do you have any idea of who’s the culprit?"

"There are too many that may be at fault... But I’ll take care of that, once I have Høyrød Poena in my hand." — Reassured by the consequent attitude Biel adopted, the Prince said, more collected although his frown would not dissolve. — "I’ll... force them to talk if I have to."

"Don’t just kill them blindly..."

"If I kill them I won’t learn of her whereabouts... Although I’m enraged and desperate to find her... It’ll only be after I safely get her back that they’ll have to beg for death to save themselves."

"... You’ll have to tell every detail later."

"After I deal with them. Go prepare the troops."

"..."

Separating as both left the bureau Zeleskiaz had intruded to take imdiate action, Biel watched the Crown Prince as he used a knight’s skill, fuln, to get to his chambers faster. Sighing as he acknowledged he also needed to rush so everything was ready once the Heir to the Empire comnced his loved one’s search... that certainly would cause greater chaos than any he had ignited before. — "Uff... The Emperor’ll go crazy with this one... how the hell did he even lose her track?? He hasn’t lost it ever since he t the d*rn lady!"

Grumbling to himself, the many possibilities behind concerned the Right Hand. Deeply aware that the value of the Ninth was wonderful for those aiming to harm the Empire and... that if it had not been a sche from Latrishk... — ’Whatever they did to accomplish Zeleskiaz’s loss of track could be learned by any other enemy and be used again... This is bad in more ways than I would like...’

Tension fell on the Right Hand’s shoulders as an imminent confrontation was starting to find a ti to occur. Nonetheless, in his hast, the sight he previously caught of Zeleskiaz’s determination made Biel smirk... Grasping the certain conviction that the war would be more brutal for the enemy that was harming a madman’s beloved so recklessly; deciding to speed up as he found sothing to anticipate in the midst of gale.

’No hard feelings, but... with this I’ll finally see what the Lady that drove you crazier looks like~ It’s unfair being your only friend and the only one in the Empire to miss that woman’s beauty~’

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Once having the weapon in his hand, Zeleskiaz spent no ti in the chamber. Wishing to get to the Hall where a Ball was held as soon as possible, he decided to jump down his window instead of crossing the many corridors to get there.

While climbing the fra to let himself fall, however, the balcony from which he would sneak into her room every night was observed with stuffy complexity... yearning for his senses to find miraculously her aura within... Yet realising none was there reminding his awareness that the ti was not for him to lose in emotions.

He jumped down. Landing safely and straightening smoothly to look up at the balcony one last ti... solely to tell the cold air what he wished she could listen. — "My hand will reach you wherever you are... I swear for the love I only have for you, Marianne... My love..."

The hues that titillated enamoured and longing for what the balcony represented then darkened as his feet made the man leave the scene behind. Stomping his way fast and indifferent to those useless knights that, surprised to see him yield the fad weapon, foolishly attempted to stop him as he seemingly broke into the Ball he was originally part of.

*Bang!* — The doors opened to his charge after disabling the weaker; resounding so differently in force to the sound they made when the Royalty entered the event, and looking down at those ignorantly enjoying what was a dreadful night for a devoted heart, his eyes t those of Orland... who had solely seconds before his entrance been reached by Noverrne who had difficulties finding the Father of the Chosen.

"....."

Even as he saw them together, Zeleskiaz was certain of what he was to do. Starting to walk down the stairs threateningly with the weapon in hand while not taking away his eyes from the beloved’s Father.

"What is going on?? Don’t tell he’s going back to his madness??!" — Grumbling to himself Francois whined as he saw his son act recklessly like he used to, moving his hand so the guards and knights moved quickly to halt any craziness he could commit... Feeling complex concern as he noticed how his son walked nacingly towards a madman that succeded feigning sanity. — "Don’t let this escalate... He could die if he’s not careful..."

"Duke Sylfinnier."

"... What is it."

"Your children. Paul and the youngest. Where are they."

"You’re asking for my children while yielding a weapon?"

"... Looks like Noverrne is a slow one, huh? Nothing has been inford although I ordered it." — Glancing for a mont at Clente that had not been able to notify Orland of anything, Zeleskiaz went back to face the Sylfinnier’s Duke. Managing his rage the best he could so the reasons could be told quickly... yet consistently and harshly. — "I’m yielding a weapon because I aim to get both of your children to fall into prison and under the Empire’s watch until I learn where Lady Marianne has been taken to."

"... What...?"

"Crown Prince-"

"Shut up, Clente. I sent you to inform him so it wouldn’t be who’s telling him this." — Pointing the edge at the young Duke, he stopped any word Clente wanted to tell without abandoning the grey of Marianne’s Father that stared as composed as he could while before a stunned crowd. — "Lady Marianne disappeared. Unnaturally. If you pay attention her aura is nowhere near... You well know my reasons to seek both of your children."

"..."

"And what would those reasons be? My little sister disappears and you want her brother of all people?" — Paul, coming to join the Crown Prince’s company, suddenly made the n turn to watch his pace.