She Belongs To The Devil-Chapter 821: Others’ Smell

"Damien! Where the hell were you? We have been waiting for you for so long!" Kenneth shouted as soon as he saw Damien’s silhouette forming a little ahead of where he was standing.

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"We?" Damien immediately furrowed his brows when Kenneth shouted and immediately closed the distance between them.

Kenneth pointed his brows at the coachman who, by now, was getting the horses ready for the rest of the journey. "Yeah, the coachman is right there." He then pointed in the direction where he had gone looking for the coachman and then said scornfully, "I found him relieving himself behind a tree over there!"

Damien scoffed and looked at the coachman with big eyes. "You were relieving yourself!" he exclaimed, a hint of anger evident in his voice.

"Since I had already stopped the carriage and there was no one around, I…" The coachman gave an awkward smile to Damien.

When Damien didn’t smile back but instead glared at him with fury in his eyes, the coachman immediately apologized, "Please excuse me for disappearing earlier and forcing both of you to go around looking for me. That was very irresponsible of me."

"You are damn right!" Damien instantly exclaimed after hearing what that coachman had actually been doing when he was roaming around that forest thinking he was abducted by the horde of werewolves from earlier.

"I thought that you got kidnapped or something!" Damien flared his nostrils and raised his voice while fisting on his hips, "Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? I don’t know why I was on my toes to search for someone who I recently met. You had me dancing in the forest with the wer– with the wolves!"

Although Damien didn’t spell out that he had an encounter with the werewolves, the coachman understood right away what kind of wolves his passenger had come face-to-face with.

A cold sensation pierced that coachman’s heart because he was also very well aware of how these roads through the forest were infamous for crimes like robbery, whose main perpetrators would be the werewolves.

"I don’t think we should waste any more time here in the forest, Milords." The coachman hastily arranged the reins of the horses and went to hold the door for his passenger. "The forest is full of danger. We should get out of the forest as soon as we can."

"And whose fault is it that we have stopped here in the forest?" Damien gave a corner-eyed glare to the coachman as he bent a little and climbed inside the carriage.

The coachman’s face was covered with guilt one more time when Damien didn’t leave a chance to throw a satire at him.

Kenneth was the one who was feeling very restless among the three. However, he didn’t want the coachman to feel bad just because he had to relieve himself. Thus, he met the coachman’s eyes and said in a soft voice, "Don’t take his words to your heart. He was simply worried for your safety. That’s all."

"I have realized that, Milord." The coachman gave a subtle bow to Kenneth.

After he made sure that both of his passengers were seated, he secured the loose lock of the door and quickly hopped on his seat. He soon took control of the reins and finally the carriage began moving forward.

"So…" Kenneth looked at Damien.

Damien was in his own world, looking out of the half-opened window into the far distance. The stern look on his face was somehow already replaced by a soft smile.

Kenneth’s brows twitched a little when he closely inspected Damien’s clothes which were covered in dust. He inhaled deeply and then asked, "You were running around the whole forest looking for our coachman?"

Damien finally turned his head to look at Kenneth and nodded. "Yeah."

Kenneth waited for a few seconds thinking that Damien would elaborate further.

However, when Damien went quiet and looked out of the window again, Kenneth leaned towards the window and rested his elbow on the window. He pushed his blond hair behind his ear and then inquired, "And? Don’t you have anything more to say?"

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"More?" Damien asked subconsciously.

Kenneth sighed and spelled out what he was thinking, "Yeah. More. For starters, you can begin by explaining why the hell can I smell other werewolves’ smell from you?" With this question, he was finally able to get full attention from Damien.

"Er…" Damien looked into Kenneth’s curious eyes and jokingly shrugged. "Maybe because I met other werewolves?"

Kenneth abruptly leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

Damien instinctively leaned backward, his back and his head pressed against the wooden wall of the carriage when Kenneth suddenly brought himself forward.

Kenneth slightly narrowed his eyes and further probed, "What did you do to those werewolves? You didn’t… kill them thinking they had done something to the coachman, did you?"

"Hell no, Kenny!" Damien pressed his index finger on Kenneth’s forehead and pushed him back. "Even I am not that eccentric to go around killing Earthlings, that also for someone I don’t even know."

Kenneth let out a subtle sigh of relief as though he had indeed thought that Damien had killed a few werewolves.

Damien frowned when Kenneth sighed like that. And he immediately asked in an accusing tone, "What do you take me for? Why are you looking so relieved?"

Kenneth, however, simply ignored Damien’s question and asked another question instead, "Then who did you meet? Did something amusing happen?" He looked out of the window to see if there was someone running alongside the carriage outside. "You were smiling for no reason earlier."

"Ah! Yes." Damien recalled his unexpected encounter with Silvia and fully smiled. "I actually met Silvia."

"Silvia who?" Kenneth asked before his mind could even process the information related to that name properly.

And before Kenneth’s mind could match the name with the information that was already at his disposal, Damien eased the load that had fallen upon Kenneth’s mind. "Silvia, the Crown Princess of Aberdeen."

"Oh!" Kenneth clicked his fingers because even though he had never met the Crown Princess before, he had heard her name several times. "She’s the cousin of the twins and Zach!"

"Yes." Damien nodded his head and recounted his meeting with Silvia. "I was following a few werewolves when I quite literally stumbled upon her. And I helped her catch those wolves. Apparently, she was after them. Then I teleported them to the Palace and came back."

"She was alone?" A hint of worry lingered on Kenneth’s face when he heard the story. "How old is she again?"

"Same as Zach," Damien replied. "But it seems like she is a seasoned werewolf. So, I think she would have handled the situation herself even if I hadn’t met her."

"That’s a relief then." Kenneth looked out of the window once more. He closed his eyes when a gust of chilly wind caressed his face. He then subtly smiled and looked at Damien. And he mumbled, "Is it in their blood to be like that? The Siccaldis seem to like a bit of drama."

"I guess." Damien also chuckled and agreed.

After staring out the window for a while, Damien proposed, "I think we should try to get some sleep. We might have a long day tomorrow."

"Yes." Kenneth pursed his lips and repeated Damien’s words to himself, "We might have a long day…"