Chapter 215

Chapter 215 – A Princess

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

Tears streaked down Annette’s cheeks, the one thing Raphael could not bear. Immediately, he turned to Allamand and unwrapped the rough bandage to have a look at his wound.

“It’s fine,” he said. “The muscles aren’t damaged. He’ll still be able to use the arm.”

Swiftly, he rewrapped the bandage again, and this time, the bleeding stopped. Raphael had spent a long time on the battlefield and knew how severe a wound was at a glance. Annette wiped away her tears.

“Let’s go quickly,” she said, relieved.

“I can walk,” said Celestine, rising from the ground. Her ankle had been injured, but she could walk with Annette’s support. She glanced at Duke Bavaria. “Please, he needs more help right now, he has lost so much blood, he must be dizzy…”

The thought that he had been injured defending her made Celestine feel guilty. Though she was the Crown Princess, she had been able to do nothing. She was the King’s target, and the reason all this had happened in the first place.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Annette asked gently. “Doesn’t your ankle hurt?”

“Yes. I’m fine,” Celestine said firmly. She didn’t want to be a burden on principle, but she especially didn’t want Raphael to carry her on his back. She detested his arrogant face. She didn’t want to owe him any favors that he could hold over her head in the future.

Annette looked at her with concern, but there was nothing she could say against Celestine’s stubborn pride. Silently, Annette nodded. She was determined to respect Celestine’s wishes.

But the men were eying each other with equal antipathy.

Raphael’s face tightened. He would rather have carried that hateful woman on his back when the thought of being anywhere near that snake Allamand made the hairs on the back of his neck rise. And for Allamand, the feeling was mutual.

In spite of his injury, he stood up unaided.

“I don’t need any assistance,” he said. “I can walk alo–”

But then he staggered at a sudden wave of dizziness, and Raphael automatically grabbed for him.

“Get your hands off me,” Allamand gritted, disgusted at his own weakness. He couldn’t even stand on his own.

But Raphael was equally annoyed, and he was still far from having a good personality. It was only for Annette that he had softened a bit. He leaned over Allamand, startling him with his sudden proximity.

“Hold still, father-in-law,” he said angrily, and lifted Allamand in his arms as if he were a princess.

Duke Bavaria was shocked.

“You @sshole…!” He snarled between his teeth.

“We’re family now, aren’t we? Don’t worry about it,” Raphael said stubbornly, and Allamand’s attempts to escape only resulted in making him faint dead away.

“Father!”

Annette panicked, but Raphael was not worried. He had seen similar things many times before, and it was a good opportunity to adjust Allamand’s position, even tucking the man’s messy platinum hair back out of the way.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured Annette. “It’s just blood loss and high blood pressure. He hit his limit.”

“Yes. The bleeding has stopped.”

Annette nodded, though she still didn’t completely trust his nonchalance. A hothouse flower had no experience with such wounds. But hesitating now wasn’t going to improve things.

“What’s that?” Raphael turned suddenly toward the bushes behind her, in the same place Annette had seen something moving earlier. Focused on other threats, he hadn’t noticed it before. Now, he knew instantly that there were people there.

Are there any small fish left?