The Duke's Passion

731 He had fallen Updated chapters at wuxiahere.com

"I don't feel safe."

Heliot watched her reaction and saw nothing. Tilly's expression remained the same, blinking every once in a while, and then taking another bite from the biscuit. "Very well. A servant will come if you needed something else, and my men will prepare a carriage for you." He planted his hand on the armrest, getting his cue to leave her alone. "You do not need to inform me of your departure and if you can, give my word to His Grace. My people are already assembling."

With that being said, Heliot pushed himself up and sauntered off without another word. But just as he was several steps from the door, he stopped at her remarks. "What did you say?" he asked, looking back at Tilly. Tilly shot him a glance and then turned her head to the window. "He had fallen," she whispered. "He?"

Tilly didn't answer, knowing Heliot had already guessed whom she was referring to. She put the biscuit back on the plate, pushing herself from the chair. She didn't speak a word and simply sauntered towards the balcony, pushing it open. The wind immediately blew past her face, causing the bell tied in her hair to ring softly. Seeing her action, Heliot followed her and stopped by the entrance of the balcony. His brows were knitted together, watching her plant her hand on the railing. She was looking in a direction, her hair floating back, and the bell continuously rang. "I had warned him..." she whispered after a prolonged silence as her eyelashes drooped. "He should've fled."

"Are you referring to the king of the mainland?"

"He's still alive," she continued, ignoring his question. "Though, barely."

"Who... had taken down the king?" Heliot breathed out solemnly, eyes still on her frail back. "Was it the Moriarty?"

"Who knows...?" she whispered, looking up at the moon shining unnaturally bright. "Who did it doesn't matter. What they would do next or who they were going after next is the real question."

Heliot remained silent, putting himself in the shoe of whoever overthrew the throne on the mainland and could've caused mayhem. If he was in their shoes... after taking down the strongest clan — the Grimsbanne Clan excluded — on the mainland, Heliot would surely go after those weaker ones. Although some pureblooded clans weren't at all weak, they were all inferior to the descendants of evil. If he considered the enemy's awareness of Samael's plans, then they would surely try to cut anyone who could help them. But then again, it didn't make sense. "The Grimsbanne Clan are powerful. You can put them in their place. The Duke of Grimsbanne can even do the dirty work for you." Heliot pointed out, eyes glinting with intrigue. "It's impossible that they can be this confident, knowing you, an Original, can squash us like bugs."

"You are correct."

"So how?" he asked without beating around the bush. "What sort of people are coming after us?"

"Everyone."