You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 370

The lengthy song of a prominent horn resounded at the end of the first day of the hunt, and aided by the surprise it instilled within the small creatures, even the birds added to its announcement flapping their wings along the left out sound that reached those concentrated in earning prey.

Summoning admiringly the noblemen inside the darkening green so they would regroup at the place where the start of the competition was given.

Slowly, many started to arrive. Victorious smiles most had while they pompously returned in the tame horses they had dived into the competition. Some dragging along their earned hunt, proud of its size and prominent nature... while some came back empty-handed... nonetheless, there were also few that walked their way out of the marked grounds where the creatures prepared for the event roamed freely... few that had no choice but to come empty-handed, for having a great number of creatures to carry altogether was not possible even if their skill was vast.

Few... such as an acclaimed hero, whose fate was to reign the empire he was born to.

It was the eye of the awaiting right hand of the Crown Prince that immediately noticed Zeleskiaz’s return. The man, pacing tranquil with sleeves folded and a fresh appearance even as the exercise had decorated a tad of his frame with the expected sweat, walked calmly without a prey in hand. Cleaning his hands off of the red he had been careful not to let reach his clothes, displeased by its thickness, for its shade remained even after thorough care.

"! Your Highness. Welcome back, how did it-!?"

"Here." — With swift motion, his hand took the cutlass to his waist, causing the enthusiast right hand to flinch slightly as he shoved the handle for his hand to take.

Nonchalant, as he continued to walk by his side, informing him of the course the right hand was to take. — "I left embedded a tad of my aura in it. Take it with you to get my hunt."

"... Sorry to say this, but don’t you think I’ve gotten enough taste of your aura to know which beast you hunted?" — Annoyed at the instructions of the indifferent Crown Prince, Biel’s expression grimaced. Yet, even so, his distance was kept. For the attitude of the current Zeleskiaz was one far well known... although much tamer after seeking the blood the treacherous deity of his household would usually demand... provoking more ominous presence.

Regardless, Zeleskiaz’s pace did not slow down, responding to the right hand’s rhetorical question with a reasonable answer he had not thought of.

"You have. But... Biel. There aren’t any more high-rank beasts."

"... Really?"

"I didn’t get all of them, however. It’s a bore yet I’ll have to get more of the medium-ranked tomorrow." — Sighing, his speed halted. Glancing back at the surprised yet also, as he pondered, comprehensive Biel, Zeleskiaz’s stop invoked the tanned man’s attention. And solely to make sure a previous order was surely done, the prince turned on his feet, pointing at the blade with a menacing gaze. — "That. Don’t forget to report I returned it as soon as the hunt was over."

"... is it necessary? What if I don’t do it?" — Curious as it was an order only told to the prince, Biel recklessly asked, feeling the intense aura of the Crown Prince become heavier.

"Say goodbye to your life."

"... I’ll add it to the Umbra’s report."

"Good choice."

The severity in Zeleskiaz’s expression did not fade at the failed taunt of his close servant. For a special arrangement had been made with the Emperor, who aware of the volatile nature of his offspring had to place rules on the Crown Prince so everyone’s integrity and the fairness of the competition was protected and honoured.

’You’ll truly be dead if you don’t report it...’ — Within himself, Zeleskiaz told the servant that, bowing to his Master departed ready to gather some helping hands, as it was implied on his lord’s words that solely himself would not suffice to gather the hunt won by the feared Crown Prince. — ’I’m only participating since my lady will grant the prize... if not I wouldn’t bother.’

The rush of the hunt had him still immersed in the concentrated and ominous trance... Nonetheless...

’... Solely for her, I bother...’

To the image of the love summoned by his sincere thoughts, smoothly, the harshness his essence carried commenced to soften. Not completely as his violent instincts had found release after a long while... Yet adequately enough to cause the tough air in his chest to lighten.

’My lady...’ — Yearnful of her being Zeleskiaz then watched the sky menacing to darken, releasing another sigh as he felt relieved night would forbid the day entirely... and then once it fell... his visit would be allowed. — ’Only a few hours more...’

The moment was the indicated one for him to find relief... and still with his beloved in mind, his strides guided him away from the grounds where tired men glanced cautiously at his prominence, for the determination in the crown prince’s demeanour was apparent.

Aware that the tea for the ladies should also be over... He sped up.

Hoping to freshen and tidy himself quickly and reach the tent where he had left her so another opportunity to escort her could be granted. Never forgetting that other matters were to be discussed so his beloved would be thoroughly sheltered and her peaceful days could continue without meeting the dangers his feelings could bring.

’Her father, the old man and Vitor... Bashaa also. I’ll have to move them.’

His speed used some of his skill so his tent would be reached promptly. Where barging in hast his hands were cleansed by the water prepared, as well as his light golden strands and countenance.

A change of blouse as well as another luxurious vest in the shade of burnt orange was worn. Showcasing on the frisky collar falling to his chest an intense ruby... All previously prepared by himself... for once the hunt ended, if he was to be blessed with the luck to find her still in the ladies’ tent, Zeleskiaz wanted to appear as neat as possible... so no hint of the gruesome activities could be found in himself by the eye of his pure love.

And perhaps... abuse of the attractive physique he naturally possessed once again... to continue his courtship, although taking into consideration Marianne’s words... As well as his Mother’s.

’Not too careful...’