Chapter 127
The crude truth would never be forgotten by Orland.
Not only did his duty to transmit the secret restrain him from doing so, but the devilish cruelty scourged on the victim and his Father’s severe tone as he revealed the secret, had caused a big impression on him who thought of Fenrir as a tamed beastly deity Royals had acquired.
Hence, Marianne’s Father, who happened to know the severe truth of the risk in that ancient chamber... Felt a ripping sensation strain his body’s muscles, furious and impatient to let his hand reach for the Emperor’s throat without the polite moderation he usually placed on his strength.
’Francois. You dare put my child in harm’s way...’
Sinister hatred was growing inside him. The dangerous actions his old friend had done against his daughter were outrageous.
An unthought treachery from his dear friend... Orland was fighting the unbearable thought with all of the kindness he could invoke from his darkening soul.
The rage was consuming his rationale, yet his heart continued to battle against its fall into the murderous intent produced by the deception and sadness.
Orland was grasping his consciousness with desperation, knowing that...
’There is a reason for this... There has to be.’
A pulsating headache was menacing to cloud his head as he continued to walk the blurry halls.
Soon, they reached his youngest daughter’s lodgings.
Acting as usual, Orland said his farewell to Theressa portraying truthful loving eyes... and then...