Chapter 146: A Duke's Plight 1

Chapter 146: A Duke's Plight 1

He stared at her with interest.

"You don't seem scared."

"Scared?" she looked at the wolves again. She was scared, and yes, the current scene in front of her was enough to make her spine shiver, but- "Is there a reason for me to feel scared when I have the bravest warrior next to me?"

The Duke looked surprised, then he started chuckling. Soon his shoulders shook and his eyes turned into crescents as he laughed.

"It seems that you have realized something. Why don't you tell me what it was?" he asked.

"The wolves were provoked," Rosalind quickly said. Since there were people around them, she only gave him a vague answer.

The Duke was smart enough to realize the meaning behind her words. She knew this was related to what happened earlier.

The Duke said they were going hunting, yet they did not do anything to those bandits. Instead, they watch as wolves devour them before they left. That was not hunting.

This however, was the real hunting.

She did not know why the Duke took her to those bandits earlier. She had no idea what his real intentions were, but she knew that the man would not do anything that could harm her.

Was it trust? No. It was simply because she knew her worth.

"I expected you to be horrified," the Duke said. To someone listening to the conversation, they would think that the Duke was talking about the wolves, but he was not.

She knew, he was talking about his reasons the real reason why he killed those bandits.

To him, those were merely pawns in his games.

"Are you?" he asked.

She shook her head. Looking at the wolves now that she was standing next to him, she realized that they were not as frightening as they were in the stories.

"The Kingdoms have forgotten," the Duke said. "It is time to remind them."

The soldiers behind her started attacking the wolves And the archers let their arrows rain down on the wolves. But just as she expected, it had little to no effect. Not many weapons could pierce demonic beasts like those wolves.

Some soldiers were using two catapults, sending balls of fire to the wolves. However, there were only two catapults as this wasn't that big of a town.

She could feel the fear linger among those young fighters as they stood with their hands tightly gripping the hilt of their swords, their face pale, foreheads beaded with sweat.

Despair and hopelessness glinted in their eyes. Those poor souls must have started to doubt if this would be the last day of their lives.

She focused her attention back on the barrier. It was the only reason why the wolves were not able to approach the walls of Toorin. Right now, there were only about twenty meters to the walls yet, one could clearly see how intimidating and big the wolves were.

Their eyes were large and red, their fangs sharp as they growled at the men standing on the walls of the town.

This was the first time that Rosie felt something like this. In her past life, she stayed with the Queen all the time and Dorothy never really joined the war, at least not like this.

Dorothy would prefer to work far away from where the fighting was happening. As the 'healer,' there was simply no reason for her to join the army.

Rosalind could only sigh.

.....

"Go!" Clinton's voice boomed as he sent orders to his men. "Distract the wolves as I make my way out of this place!"

"Sir, the wolves are simply "

"Do you want to die?" Clinton asked. When he arrived here, these people started telling him that it might be hopeless as there were simply too many wolves. Even if he could succeed, there were no guarantees that the Wolf King would not kill him the moment he ran past the other wolves.

"Reinforcements should be coming," one of the soldiers said. "Sir, the Duke asked us to keep you safe, and right now, our only choice is to hide behind these walls and wait for them."

"No!" Clinton shook his head. He could not stay here, not when a man just like Duke Lucas was watching him like his next prey.

Right now, Clinton was more scared of the Duke than the wolves. At least the wolves did not have the ability to reason. They wanted to eat, they wanted to survive, and that was it.

Meanwhile, the Duke was different. Until now, Clinton had no idea how the Duke did it. All he knew was that the Duke had already set his eyes on him and had given him two choices.

First, be a soldier and fight in the North. The second was to die.