Suddenly, a scream was heard from where Spurt had disappeared to, along with another strange sound.
Lucius hurriedly rushed towards the spot where she went and saw that standing in front of a crouching Miss Spurt, three abnormal-looking wolves were growling menacingly at her.
Berry Spurt was on the ground, shivering intensely as she covered her ears and shut her eyes.
He carefully drew his sword. It wasnât too difficult for him to deal with these wolves, but it would be tricky if he had to do it while protecting someone else.
A wolf started rushing towards her and he immediately ran towards it, piercing its nape and impaling it onto the ground.
Blood splattered, and the other two attacked as soon as they saw the intruder. Lucius directed the fight farther away from Miss Spurt so he wouldnât have to split his attention. Once he deemed that she was in a safer position, he quickly dealt a killing blow to the wolves by cleanly slicing their heads off.
After the situation was over, Spurt was still sitting there, shocked.
Lucius clicked his tongue and called his sister. âDixie! Come here!â
Dixie arrived shortly thereafter. Fortunately, his sister was fine. Seeing the blood, the wolvesâ corpses and Spurt in a crouching position, Dixie was aghast.
âHeavens! What happened?!â
Lucius frowned as he wiped the blood from the sword. âCheck Miss Spurtâs wounds. I need to go find Deatrice.â
But then Spurt grabbed the hem of Luciusâ clothes.
âPlease donât go.â
âMiss Spurt, I know youâre in shock. Butââ
âJust for a moment⊠Just for a moment, please stay by my side.â She lowered her head, as if remembering a terrible nightmare. âWhen I saw those wolves, I was so frightened that I couldnât even move my legs. The moment they rushed towards me, I⊠I⊠they were going to eat meâŠâ
Her voice faltered and Dixie stroked her shoulder to comfort her.
âSheâs right brother, you should stay with her at least for a few moments. Besides, there werenât any wolves from where I was. Deatrice is probably fine.â
But to Lucius, whoâs currently feeling nervous and agitated, crying like this only had only irritated him further. However, he held back his temper and wiped the blood from his face.
âIf I stay here anyway, it wouldnât help much. Besides, I have an obligation to make sure my wife is safe.â
âBut sheâll definitely be fine!â
âWhat makes you think that?â
Dixie saw that Luciusâ expression had turned cold, but Spurt didnât recognize the change. With her face reddened with excitement, she said. âWhen a revolt broke out in Galaba, rumors had it that it was the marquess herself who retrieved Prince Fredhi from the battlefield and sent him on a ship. Therefore, she wouldnât be intimidated by a trivial thing like this.â
âMiss Spurt!â Dixie called her out in surprise.
Lucius turned his body and stared at her coldly. She wasted more of his time for nothing, and it made his heart even more anxious. Then, showing his back to her and walking towards where Deatrice was, he called out her name.
âDeatrice! Where are you?!â
Because the forest was too dense, the sound didnât travel as far as he wouldâve liked, and it soon disappeared. He ruffled his hair and puffed out a breath.
âDeatrice!â
It was then that he saw.
In the distance, a large beast could be seen stalking her as she stumbled on a rock.
Lucius felt his head turn white. His instincts quickly took over and he sprinted so fast he didnât think it was possible for him before today. Quickly overtaking the beastâs speed, he forcefully thrusted his sword underneath its open maws and penetrated it up into its skull.
His body had moved so aggressively, but his mind was blank.
After removing his sword from the beastâs dead body and making sure it wouldnât fall on top of her, Lucius asked. âAre you alright?â
Then he saw Deatriceâs pale face looking up at him.
âIâm alright.â she said, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible. Rivulets of blood covered her forearms as it bled from the lacerated wounds.
Luciusâ lips turned into a thin line and knelt in front of her. âYouâre hurt.â
âItâs just a small scratch.â
âItâs not. Youâre bleeding heavily.â
Deatrice thought it was a little funny to hear the man who had just stabbed a wolf to death say something like that. But her train of thought abruptly halted when she saw the trembling of his hand as he tore the hem of his clothes and covered her wound.
When her face twisted in pain, Lucius muttered. ââŠthat damn woman.â
Deatrice thought it was strange to see a wretched expression on his features, almost looking angry.
Why is he so mad about her being hurt?
As she thought about it with a cool mind, he made her stand up.
âAre you hurt anywhere else?â
âNo.â
He apologized regretfully. âIâm sorry for not coming earlier. Someone decided to grab my clothes to speak bullsh*t and waste my time.â
It was only then that Deatrice realized that the âdamned womanâ Lucius had referred to was most probably Spurt because he definitely wouldnât call her sister that.
âThereâs blood on your clothes.â she commented. âWere there wolves there too?â
âYes.â
âHow many?â
âThree.â
Lucius answered with a face that didnât want to talk much. He asked again while looking at her, âAre you really alright?â
âI told you, I am. Letâs go.â She was about to take one step forward when Lucius turned around and bent his knees.
âHop on.â
âIâm fine. my legs are not hurt.â
âDeatriceââ
âWhy, âLucyâ?â she uttered meaningfully.
ââŠâ
Indignant, he asked, ââŠcanât you just let me carry you?â