Chapter 50: Prince 1
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Chapter 50: Prince 1
"Take her back," the Duke instructed the two other attendants. "Lady Rosalind and I will continue the hunt."
The Duke was using a handkerchief to wipe the black blood off of his sword.
"The Princess needed a healer, her blood had turned black," Rosalind added. "I have performed some basic treatments on her wound but it is not sufficient. You must hurry."
The two attendants who didn't actually see the fight earlier nodded their heads as one of them lifted the Princess.
"Take half of the snake and put it in your spatial bag," the Duke instructed.
"I don't think I can put anything that was alive in my bag," she said confused. If she put a dead body inside, it would rot. Her spatial bag could not store anything that was once alive; even if it was still alive or dead.
For a moment, the Duke stared at her spatial bag then nodded and used his own to store the meat that he had cut in half.
"We should get going, the show hasn't even started yet," the Duke said.
"The show?"
"Let's find shelter for the night," the Duke continued. "After absorbing all that darkness, I am certain that you are not tired yet. Or am I wrong?"
"No. You You are right." But how did he know about it? Absorbing that much energy was going to give her so much energy, she could stay away for three straight days. However, she could still trick her body into sleep.
After walking deeper and deeper into the woods, they found another large tree. The Duke immediately suggested that they climb the tree instead of sleeping on the ground. The two were able to rest for a few hours before they had to get up and continue hunting.
Rosalind found out two things in the short time that she was with the Duke. First, the man was very accommodating but, he was pretty much silent the whole time they were together. The second was that he was very good at cutting the animals up as if he had been doing the same thing for centuries.
The fact was both impressive and horrifying at the same time. He fought with other demonic beasts as she watched him from the side.
She couldn't help but wonder what the Duke's goal was all along.
"Perhaps something attracted their attention to the South," he said after a few minutes of silence. She was about to ask him more questions when they heard footsteps and what seemed like sword fighting.
She immediately looked at him and realized he was already staring at her.
"Your Highness, you must run! I will fight them!" a voice said.
"Alright," the recognizable voice responded. She frowned. It was clearly Prince Lawrence's voice. Again, she looked at the Duke. He raised an eyebrow in response as if asking her if he should help the Prince.
She shrugged in response.
If this was in her past life, she would have told the Duke to help him, but this time, she no longer considered herself a citizen of the empire.
In that case, the Duke could do whatever it was that he wanted to the Prince.
He could save him or let those people kill him.
Rosalind would pretend she saw and heard nothing.
"Interesting," she heard him mutter. Then, without waiting for another second, he jumped off of the tree and disappeared into the darkness.
Rosalind frowned.
She could have followed the man, but she didn't. She decided to wait.
There is no point in putting herself in danger just to save that poor excuse of a prince. New novel chapters are published on
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Chapter 50: Prince 1
"Take her back," the Duke instructed the two other attendants. "Lady Rosalind and I will continue the hunt."
The Duke was using a handkerchief to wipe the black blood off of his sword.
"The Princess needed a healer, her blood had turned black," Rosalind added. "I have performed some basic treatments on her wound but it is not sufficient. You must hurry."
The two attendants who didn't actually see the fight earlier nodded their heads as one of them lifted the Princess.
"Take half of the snake and put it in your spatial bag," the Duke instructed.
"I don't think I can put anything that was alive in my bag," she said confused. If she put a dead body inside, it would rot. Her spatial bag could not store anything that was once alive; even if it was still alive or dead.
For a moment, the Duke stared at her spatial bag then nodded and used his own to store the meat that he had cut in half.
"We should get going, the show hasn't even started yet," the Duke said.
"The show?"
"Let's find shelter for the night," the Duke continued. "After absorbing all that darkness, I am certain that you are not tired yet. Or am I wrong?"
"No. You You are right." But how did he know about it? Absorbing that much energy was going to give her so much energy, she could stay away for three straight days. However, she could still trick her body into sleep.
After walking deeper and deeper into the woods, they found another large tree. The Duke immediately suggested that they climb the tree instead of sleeping on the ground. The two were able to rest for a few hours before they had to get up and continue hunting.
Rosalind found out two things in the short time that she was with the Duke. First, the man was very accommodating but, he was pretty much silent the whole time they were together. The second was that he was very good at cutting the animals up as if he had been doing the same thing for centuries.
The fact was both impressive and horrifying at the same time. He fought with other demonic beasts as she watched him from the side.
She couldn't help but wonder what the Duke's goal was all along.
"Perhaps something attracted their attention to the South," he said after a few minutes of silence. She was about to ask him more questions when they heard footsteps and what seemed like sword fighting.
She immediately looked at him and realized he was already staring at her.
"Your Highness, you must run! I will fight them!" a voice said.
"Alright," the recognizable voice responded. She frowned. It was clearly Prince Lawrence's voice. Again, she looked at the Duke. He raised an eyebrow in response as if asking her if he should help the Prince.
She shrugged in response.
If this was in her past life, she would have told the Duke to help him, but this time, she no longer considered herself a citizen of the empire.
In that case, the Duke could do whatever it was that he wanted to the Prince.
He could save him or let those people kill him.
Rosalind would pretend she saw and heard nothing.
"Interesting," she heard him mutter. Then, without waiting for another second, he jumped off of the tree and disappeared into the darkness.
Rosalind frowned.
She could have followed the man, but she didn't. She decided to wait.
There is no point in putting herself in danger just to save that poor excuse of a prince. New novel chapters are published on
Chapter 50: Prince 1"Take her back," the Duke instructed the two other attendants. "Lady Rosalind and I will continue the hunt." The Duke was using a handkerchief to wipe the black blood off of his sword. "The Princess needed a healer, her blood had turned black," Rosalind added. "I have performed some basic treatments on her wound but it is not sufficient. You must hurry." The two attendants who didn't actually see the fight earlier nodded their heads as one of them lifted the Princess. "Take half of the snake and put it in your spatial bag," the Duke instructed. "I don't think I can put anything that was alive in my bag," she said confused. If she put a dead body inside, it would rot. Her spatial bag could not store anything that was once alive; even if it was still alive or dead. For a moment, the Duke stared at her spatial bag then nodded and used his own to store the meat that he had cut in half. "We should get going, the show hasn't even started yet," the Duke said. "The show?" "Let's find shelter for the night," the Duke continued. "After absorbing all that darkness, I am certain that you are not tired yet. Or am I wrong?" "No. You You are right." But how did he know about it? Absorbing that much energy was going to give her so much energy, she could stay away for three straight days. However, she could still trick her body into sleep. After walking deeper and deeper into the woods, they found another large tree. The Duke immediately suggested that they climb the tree instead of sleeping on the ground. The two were able to rest for a few hours before they had to get up and continue hunting. Rosalind found out two things in the short time that she was with the Duke. First, the man was very accommodating but, he was pretty much silent the whole time they were together. The second was that he was very good at cutting the animals up as if he had been doing the same thing for centuries. The fact was both impressive and horrifying at the same time. He fought with other demonic beasts as she watched him from the side. She couldn't help but wonder what the Duke's goal was all along. "Perhaps something attracted their attention to the South," he said after a few minutes of silence. She was about to ask him more questions when they heard footsteps and what seemed like sword fighting. She immediately looked at him and realized he was already staring at her. "Your Highness, you must run! I will fight them!" a voice said. "Alright," the recognizable voice responded. She frowned. It was clearly Prince Lawrence's voice. Again, she looked at the Duke. He raised an eyebrow in response as if asking her if he should help the Prince. She shrugged in response. If this was in her past life, she would have told the Duke to help him, but this time, she no longer considered herself a citizen of the empire. In that case, the Duke could do whatever it was that he wanted to the Prince. He could save him or let those people kill him. Rosalind would pretend she saw and heard nothing. "Interesting," she heard him mutter. Then, without waiting for another second, he jumped off of the tree and disappeared into the darkness. Rosalind frowned. She could have followed the man, but she didn't. She decided to wait. There is no point in putting herself in danger just to save that poor excuse of a prince. New novel chapters are published on
