Chapter 217: Transitioning
When Lauren and Westley arrived at the torture chamber, to their surprise, they found their master sitting on the ground with an evident scratch on his face. Though they hadn’t directly witnessed what had gone down in the room, they had stood in the corridor, allowing them to catch a glimpse of the angry princess storming back to her room while muttering to herself.
"Would you like me to assist you to stand, Master?" Westley politely asked his master, who was grinning at something running through his mind. His gaze briefly flicked to meet Lauren’s eyes.
"Let me bring a cloth for that wound on your face," Lauren proposed, ready to leave the room, when Raylen said,
"That won’t be necessary. I would like to keep this one."
It was obvious that the dead man in the room wasn’t the one responsible for the injury, and for her master wanting to keep it, she wondered if it was because he wanted to flaunt it in front of the princess to remind her of what she had done.
Raylen stood up and turned to look at Marshall’s lifeless body. He had initially entertained the idea of playing with him for a little bit longer, but he lost interest midway and wanted him gone. He remarked,
"You would expect people to have common sense considering it is supposed to be common. But this one was plain dumb when it came to reading the atmosphere in the room. Or knowing what to say when. The earthling demons can be quite disappointing, except for a select few."
"I have prepared one of the graves in the local cemetery," Westley informed, as this was their customary practice. When his master was done with someone, they were laid to rest in the cemetery.
"No. Have his body placed in the town," Raylen responded with a calm expression. He continued, "A cute story could go with it. Marshall Travis was attacked by assailants unknown and met his end by hanging." He nodded approvingly. "This way, our hands remain clean, and there will be a new rumour to replace all the old ones. A brilliant idea," he added with a smile.
Westley nodded in acknowledgment and walked over to where Marshall was still bound to the chair. And while the demon began untying the man in preparation to remove his body from the castle, Lauren inquired,
"Master?"