The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 63.1
It was truly a terrible situation. Judith felt like she was about to cry, but she held on and endured it with all her might. Rather, now the Duchess will burst into righteous anger. Moreover, tears clearly cannot solve this problem.
Rage boiled inside, but this did not mean that the fear went away. On the contrary, he only added fuel to the fire of anger. The hand clenched into a fist trembled.
“Do you really think this is right, Your Majesty?” I have a family too… I mean, what will they do when I disappear?!
Undoubtedly, the devil will try to protect her and will immediately look for her. At that moment, Judith remembered the ruby necklace around her neck that had been there all this time. Derrick said, “If you are in danger, it will become your shield.”
It has never been as hugely reliable as it is now.
– Yes, someone must value you too. “It seems you forgot that I am the Emperor,” he said, straightening his shoulders.
The servant came and tied Judith’s hands. Killard blocked her screaming, which he said irritated him. With his other hand he stroked her chin.
– I can do whatever I want.
At this moment, Judith suddenly remembered meeting Sylvia in the main building of the Imperial Palace. So what is the reason why she came on this day?
– No. No! Sylvia Wirrell… You…
The Emperor was surprised to suddenly hear this name.
— Sylvia Wirrell?
A dark smile flashed across his face.
Judith was embarrassed by the idea that these two could have such a relationship. Meanwhile, the Emperor touched her ruby necklace. Taking a closer look, he frowned, as if he saw something unpleasant. This happened because Killard remembered the moment: Judith standing next to Derrick in it.
At that moment the Emperor grabbed him and pulled him down.
Loud explosion. Tinnitus. The door, closed before, swung open, and a knight in full uniform flew into the wall. It was a terrible sight: blood everywhere. It seemed like he had no chance to live. The Emperor’s eyebrows arched in displeasure:
– Who’s there?
Soon someone appeared from the darkness.
Derrick entered the basement. Unlike the banquet hall, it now looked rougher and exuded a wild, sinister feeling. The terrifying air seemed to thicken around him, making it impossible to even approach or even look. Red, dangerous atmosphere. The demon turned his head and looked around the room. He quickly found a man and a woman in bed.
– How did you know?
Derrick’s eyes finally moved to the Emperor.
– You again…
The Emperor looked at him blankly. It was the first time Derrick had spoken to him so informally. It was shocking, absurd and even startling to Killard.
– What did you just say? You?
– Yes. You.
The Emperor looked at him strangely again and laughed. Derrick lowered his head for a while, straightening his black hair. A strange grin did not leave Killard’s face all this time. He couldn’t come to terms with what was happening.
And the moment the men’s eyes met again, the Emperor saw bright red pupils.
Killard at the same moment pulled his sword out of its sheath with a slight movement. However, Derrick did not move. Judith, taking advantage of the moment, began to crawl towards the head of the bed so as not to be so close to the Emperor. At that moment, the shackles, tightly tightening the skin and tearing it apart, rattled, which attracted Derrick’s attention.
“No…” the demon’s patience came to an end.
As if teleporting, he overtook the Emperor in a second and grabbed him by the hair, hitting him with all his might against the wall.
The emperor, pressed against the wall, tried to resist, as if asking for help.
Veins popped out on the back of Derrick’s hand. This was proof that anger had reached its peak. The demon slammed the Emperor’s head against the wall without stopping. Thick blood accumulated in the cracks and flowed from his face.