204 Injured

CHAPTER 204

By the time he arrived at the door, he had already confirmed that it was just a lady in there, he could hear the heavy breaths of the lady and felt his heart leap in joy.

'I wonder what beauty awaits me," he thought to himself.

His lips curved up into a mischievous grin, licking his lips and rubbing his palms together lustfully.

Without further ado, Bayard pushed the door further open and feigned being angry, shouting at the person inside before he could take a glimpse of the person's face.

"What nonsense is the meaning of this?"

He had hoped that but doing this, he would frighten the person and make her do his bidding in order not to get punished.

"What do you think you are doi…"

At that moment, before he could finish his sentence, the lady turned her head to glare at the noisy intruder, making his words get stuck in his throat as his mouth hung agape.

His eyes travelled from her dark cold black eyes and trailed down her face to where her hand laid on top a fresh wound on her thighs.

He could not believe his eyes, she was injured and in pain. The person in front of him was none other than…

"Lorelei!"

His voice broke out as he took a step in, moving his gaze back to hers. For many years now, this was the first time he saw Lorelei looking like this.

The first and the last time he saw those dark, cold red eyes emitting pain and anger, was the first time he laid eyes on her as a young sorceress.

Seeing her like this after so many years had passed, brought an unknown terror and pain in his heart.

Without much thought, he rushed to where she now sat atop the table and held unto her shoulders, tightly.

"Who did this?"

Just three words, only three. Those words emanated rage as they came out from his gritted teeth. A dark glint shone in his eyes as he stared at her face, awaiting her answer.

"That damned elf. He shot me with a poisonous arrow," she explained to Bayard.

"Why are you not able to heal yourself? You know about poisons, you should be able to find an antidote."

She could sense his worry, but that was not what she needed right now, his worry, his pity…They all felt strange and like a joke to her.

"You think I haven't tried?" she said in a low growl, brushing his hands off from her shoulders and continued from where she left off in making her antidote.

Bayard looked at her in confusion. This was not the first time, she pushed him away when something was bothering her and he showed care. He wasn't sure what he did wrong but Lorelei kept distancing herself from him.

He tightened his hand into a ball and let them drop to his side as he waited for her to carry on.

"Did you encounter the hybrid?"

"What kind of question is that? If I didn't then how did I get this injury?"

She asked him, her irritation evident in her tone and rising with his incessant annoying question.

"Why did you not inform me? How could you go at it alone? Where is the hybrid anyway?"

"Where? I threw her into the Valley of lost souls," she confessed without a shred of guilt.

"You what!"

"You heard me clearly, Bayard. I threw her into the mist in the valley of lost souls."

"What did you do that for? How are we ever going to get her like that? What if she gets lost in there and never comes out, then all of our plans would be for nought!"

He threw his hands in the air and began to pace in the room, scattering his hair with his hands and pushing it backwards. "How could you not know this, Lorelei? How could you?"

"Don't be so pitiful, Bayard," Lorelei snickered at him and continued. "It was a mistake, I lost control of the great storm I conjured. Besides, it would take a whole lot more than throwing her in, to kill her. She is stronger than she looks."

"But previously, you said she was not strong enough. So why did you change your words now? Does this mean you are no match for her?"

Her eyes darkened at his words and her hands stopped working on what they were doing, but she did not say anything.

He said those words intentionally in the hope to annoy her further since she was bent on talking to him like that.

"For your information, O Mighty King. She is still a half baked hybrid, who has not learnt a fraction about her powers and is still no match for me."

"So you are admitting to it that she will be stronger once she masters her powers?"

"You and I know the answer to that, ahh!" She let out a shrill cry as she cut into her flesh with a small dagger, and pressed on her exposed flesh, letting the dark blood ooze out.

Bayard took a step forward, his hands stretched out, about to touch her. She turned her head to look at him and glared daggers his way as if saying, 'Don't you dare touch me'.

She returned her gaze back to what she was doing when he took a step backwards and returned his hands to his side.

She proceeded to drink the small antidote and applied what was left of the mixture on the wound before tying it up with a clean cloth.

"Ahh~" she let out an exasperated sigh and got up from the table.

'I would get my hands on that pestering elf and make him pay.'

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