Chapter 79: Calming the Situation
Arthur stared at Thalia and Willard, who were bound, with a grim expression. He then turned and looked at the two other youths sprawled foolishly on the ground. Finally, he threw a brief glance at the cell where Arvan was held.
His brow furrowed, and his heart boiled with anger and, at the same time, discontent. Just as he was about to say something, the bound recruit interrupted him excitedly.
"My lord, thank the heavens you’re here. Look what this beast—" the recruit suddenly paused and quickly changed his words at the last moment. "Lady Thalia attacked us and the guards, my lord. Please do something about it."
Though he tried to remain calm, Willard was glaring at Thalia, wishing for a rational explanation for what had happened. But his anger only lasted a few moments. As soon as his eyes fell on her massive chest and the fluff barely concealed by her torn clothes, his cheeks turned red, and he remembered the moment he collided with her.
As for Thalia, her expressions were shifting strangely, as if she was in pain and struggling just to remain still and silent.
Arthur listened to everything coldly and sighed inwardly with exhaustion: ’Let’s get this over with quickly.’ He steadied himself and mustered his willpower he was barely able to stand. Losing so much blood had weakened and exhausted him. Without delay or hesitation, he struck Willard hard on the head, causing him to immediately lose consciousness.
"I have no time for this nonsense." Then, with a gaze full of killing intent, he turned to Thalia. "What are you doing? I know the full moon worsens your mood, but you’ve gone too far."
Thalia bit her lip hard "My lord, don’t exaggerate. I restrained myself so I wouldn’t kill any of your little rats. They were the ones who entered my territory."
Her eyes were red and showed clear hostility, even though she didn’t mean it.
But Arthur didn’t care. He considered her rude words an insult and scolded her: "Shut up before you make things worse. You’re lucky I won’t do anything to you now, but prepare to receive proper punishment in the morning."
As the one who ruled over her by ancestral right, Arthur’s words carried great weight. His reprimand clearly twisted her expressions, yet she still screamed angrily: "And what can you do, you weakling? You think these vines will make me submit? I was just giving you some respect as my lord."
She bared her sharp fangs and began moving wildly, unleashing all her power, which had increased greatly beyond normal. The thorny roots began to tear one by one, and within seconds, she had freed herself from half her restraints.