The Duke's Passion

Chapter 700  So long?

"How dare you show yourself in here?"

Lilou's mouth fell open, wide-eyed. Her entire body was frozen, tightening her grip around Samael's neck on instinct. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, knowing one reckless move and one of those sharp metals would plunge into her neck.

'Is this what he meant when he said dangerous?!' she ground her teeth as all the good points Samael earned just now went negative in a flash. 'Right... his enemies are the good guys and he was practically the villain here! How can I forget he led a horde of enemies in Karo?!'

"Heliot." Unlike the terrified Lilou in his arms, Samael's lips stretched from ear to ear, unfazed by the weapons pointing at him. "Why don't you ask your people to put down their toys? It won't be nice when the person who simply came here to help is being treated terribly."

Heliot stopped several feet away from him, studying Samael and that woman clinging to him. His eyes returned to Samael. This time, his gaze was colder.

"Simply came in here to help...?" Heliot's face was stoic. "I warned you, Duke Samael. Do not show your face to me after what you brought upon the land of Karo. But alas... your insufferable personality had not changed, even after all these years."

"Come on, Heliot. Don't be like that."

Displeased by Samael's air of nonchalance, Heliot glanced at his soldier around the two of them. However, instead of telling them to attack Samael, he raised a hand, signaling them to yield their weapons.

"Stand back," ordered Heliot, eyes on Samael. "He is not someone you can touch recklessly."

"Heh..." Samael chuckled with an arched brow, watching the soldiers stand back without question asked.

As expected of Heliot's people. Heliot's words were absolute and just like that stiff guy, his people were also used to patterns. An order was an order and must be executed, and no one even voiced their worry about Heliot. Maybe they were simply confident in Heliot or they were not allowed to voice their worries. Either way, Samael had come here to blow off some steam since he couldn't do that with Lilou. She was the unsuspecting culprit.

A soft gust of wind blew past the two with the fog of sand that was surrounding the area. Samael kept his smile and Lilou in his arms, while Heliot kept his straight face.

"Your Grace, as a Prince of the magnificent land of Karo, I hereby sentence you to death along with that woman," Heliot announced and Lilou's blood instantly ran cold. "I will send your remains to His Majesty, along with a delegation, to explain what had occurred."

"How polite." Samael chuckled; Heliot was awfully polite.

Ignoring Samael's indifference, Heliot whistled, and a gust of wind suddenly blew past them. The sand that was already polluting the air thickened, and the soldiers stepped back to avoid getting caught by this. Lilou, who was in the middle of this all, held onto Samael in fear.

"Please..." she muttered through her gritted teeth, narrowing her eyes to avoid the sand from getting into her eyes. She could even see the sand clinging to her lashes, and if not for the shawl around her face, she was certain this much sand fog would suffocate her.

Samael glanced at her as she buried her face in his neck, smiling in satisfaction as she held him so tight she would snap his neck. It made him feel she didn't want to let him go, just as much as he didn't want to put her down.

"That human..." Heliot drew a sword out of the fog that opened a small portal. "... is the reason you stepped into this land, is it not?"

"She is." Lilou gasped at Samael's quick reply. "I brought all those people over there because I'm in a rush to see her. I'm also here because she kept seducing me and I need to do something... or I might end up dragging her to a corner and sin."

"..." Lilou's brain went blank, unable to wrap all these confessions in her head. What did he say?

"Is that so?" Heliot didn't react strongly as he nodded in understanding. "Then that means she is just as equally at fault."

"She is."

Heliot remained silent for a moment, scrutinizing Samael from head to toe. The latter was standing, carrying Lilou in a bridal style, not calling for his infamous weapon, Catharsis. Not just that, but Samael didn't give off any fighting spirit as he simply stood there.

How could he fight while carrying a lady in his arms? It baffled Heliot. But in any case, Heliot didn't care. What Samael did was unforgivable. Because of this crazy La Crox, Heliot's people were injured fending off the borders. Those undeads weren't even his enemy... although a part of Heliot knew they would be in the future.

"If I cannot defeat you, I will agree to your propositions," said Heliot as his eyes glinted. "But if I did, I will hang your head in the gates for everyone to see."

"Sure..."

Swoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Heliot disappeared from his vantage point, only to reappear in front of Samael. The latter didn't move an inch, eyes to where Heliot was standing.

Heliot thrust his sword down straight into Samael's head. "So long —" His eyes dilated when Samael suddenly opened his mouth and kept the blade in between his teeth, smiling.

"So long?" Samael spoke while keeping the blade in between his teeth. "Too early for that."

When Samael's eyes glinted dangerously, Heliot hurriedly pulled his sword away and Samael let it go. Heliot jumped back, puzzlement in his eyes.

"You were... absorbing it?" Heliot muttered as he glanced at his sword, turning it to check it. Just now, he felt Samael's fangs absorbing his weapon's gifts, just like how a vampire drinks blood. Was that even possible? Samael didn't sink his fangs, but he could absorb any life forces on inanimate objects?

"Amusing," he expressed and set his eyes back to Samael. "I didn't know you can do this."

"Likewise," Samael confessed. "But... I learned a lot about living with an old sloth, Prince Heliot."

He then licked his lips. "That one tastes better than Maleficent. Shall we continue?"