Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts-Chapter 161

There were only a few steps left to the door. Even Ferdinand’s eyes had turned fierce before boring a hole into her. He was gazing alternately between the door and Molitia with those anxious eyes.

“Damn it, damn it! I never expected it to get this sloppy at the end.”

“Ferdinand.”

Ferdinand’s movements immediately stopped at Arjan’s gesture. Her red lips fluttered into Ferdinand’s ear as he hesitated greatly.

As her red lips stopped moving, Ferdinand continued to straighten his waist. His anxiety was tenacious and his face was rather sullen, yet his waist was all upright.

It was then the people of the kingdom who started getting nervous at Ferdinand’s suddenly calm demeanor.

There was not much time left before what they had been hoping for began. However, it still needed to take these two men in front of them—the people of the Empire—to finish it all off.

If these two were to change their stance all of a sudden when the goal wasn’t that far off had brought the idea that everything might revert back in vain eventually sparked the fire.

“What are you going to do about this? I never said that we’d be the ones making all the arrangements here!”

“I’m very disappointed that you’ve ruined this. Now, we just have to go through it even if something goes wrong again.”

Despite all those loud shouts, Ferdinand was apparently calm. He remained relaxed as he drew a mysterious smile.

“Young Master! Don’t you dare think that you’ve forgotten our agreement…”

“Loud—I just came up with a good plan.”

“A good plan. Is there any different method?”

The faces of those from the kingdom had turned much brighter. The unexpected informal manner of speech bothered them, but if things were going rather well, that was just nothing.

“Of course, I only need a little help from the both of you.”

“What’s the plan? I will help you in any way if we can truly forge the deal.”

He didn’t mind the seemingly delighted Ferdinand and proceeded towards him. It was at that precise moment when Ferdinand touched his waist before smiling towards the approaching person.

“Hey, what are you…”

He never realized that the man’s mouth would be sealed shut. That man’s eyes turned downwards when he had belatedly noticed the changes of his body, but it was already too late. His back was arched backwards and a stiffening sensation started spreading from the tip of his hand while blood was gushing out from his mouth.

“Ker, uh… …”

The groans of the one who got his chest pierced were cut short. His body began stiffening up at a great rate and it soon fell down helplessly.

Ferdinand’s ruthless hand didn’t wait at all. His sword had already pierced through the following man before he could try to defy.

Plus, that was even before he could defend himself. The man who got gored with the sharp sword eventually fell down after spewing out words that were no longer good enough to be called those—similar to that previous person.

Drops of blood eventually gathered on the floor from the tip of the sword. Then, a puddle of blood began to form right by the two of them as it grew bigger and bigger, touching the tip of Molitia’s toes.

Molitia’s body immediately went stiff when she saw droplets of blood started soaking the ends of her shoes. A primal sense of fear straight away ran through her whole body.

“Aaah! Somebody, anybody—please help me!”

She couldn’t just die like this. Even those who had agreed with him couldn’t have known when that beast, which killed them already, would eventually kill her as well.

‘Anyone, please!’

She truly hoped that someone would hear her. Her usual small voice had never been so loud before. Ferdinand was just laughing at her as she squeezed out every last bit of her strength.

“It’s no use yelling out, Madame. There’s no one out there.”

She had expected it, but still, no matter how hard she bored her eyes through the door, she could not see anyone running over. Even the maid who guarded the door was not on her side.

As the exit wasn’t budging at all, Molitia bit down her lips in response.

“The Marquis will definitely be filled with grief when he sees all of this!”

“Haha, Dad? My father will be proud of me once everything is safely executed.”

This madman. Molitia had ruptured herself with her teeth while trying to grab a hold of her mind that was already in a state of blur. The fishy taste of blood permeated in her mouth.

At least the Marquis, himself, had nothing to do with it. This ultimately meant that Ferdinand had done it all by himself instead.

What could one truly believe then? Molitia stole a glance at Arjan, who was still keeping a hold of her. Despite the smell of blood having pierced into her nose, Arjan was still staring at her face without a single change at all.