Chapter 1238: Killed
Sylas stared at the creature for a while before looking away.
"They’re powerful Demon beasts, aren’t they?" the Duchess asked with a smile. Her demeanor was like that of a fluttering fairy around Sylas, seemingly not caring much about the gazes of the others around them.
This was already about as muted as Sylas could make it without risking her breaking from Compelling Gaze.
The trouble with having her act like her real self was that she would too easily sink into the role. If that happened, she could break the compulsion on her.
Of course, there was only about a 10% or so chance of that happening, but Sylas didn’t want to risk it. She was far more useful as a willing pawn, even if her actions now would almost certainly put a target on his back.
That target would come not just from the other remaining suitors, but, of course, from her father.
There were countless gazes on Sylas now, but his reaction was much the same as it had always been—unbothered, unmoved. His only slight movement was to turn toward the corner where the Barbed Chain Gang was standing to find Ansla staring.
The moment she sensed his gaze, she immediately turned away.
Sylas looked for another moment before feeling his arm pulled almost a bit too strongly by the Duchess. The jealousy on the latter’s face was as clear as day. Clearly, she hadn’t forgotten that Sylas said he wasn’t interested in her, but had said all those kind words about Ansla.
However, under her nigh-enslavement to Sylas, she wouldn’t say anything out of turn. This was practically the best thing she could do. The trouble was that it was even more forward than anything else she had done until now.
"Come. We’re at the front," she said with a bright smile—not that it could be seen beneath her black cloak.