To Hell And Back | Granevere | Edited

Chapter Seventy-Eight

Ccto. I love it! especially him ♥️

After gruelling attempts, Eden bursts through the door at last, but with the help of the Prince's Light magic.

Hearing the destruction of the door, Guinevere looks around for a possible exit. Not a window, not even a hole could be seen in the four walls of the cramped bedroom, giving Guinevere no choice but to hide under the bed.

"Oh, geez," Groaning in disgust, she crawls her way to the confined space, trying not to inhale dust and become curious where the spider was after seeing cobwebs on the inner bedframes.

"She's upstairs," Eden said, infuriated. As she was about to set her foot on the first step of the stairs, the platinum blonde stops her by going ahead.

"Give us some privacy, if you please," Aurelius commanded, and somewhere in his words, Eden can hear his alter ego awakening from his bodily depths.

"Whoever is up there isn't Guinevere!" Alucard suddenly spat.

Eden gives him a smug look, pleased that he too was doubtful of the Lady Baroque. Although a part of her remained, and will forever be, trusting on the Prince, regardless if he used to be a Demon Prince and wanted to rule the Empire.

"How can you say that to the Majesty's wife, Alutard?" Eden asked her mentor. There's still not a day which had passed when she addresses her as mentor, nor has she ever given him even a sliver of respect as not apprentice and mentor nor demon hunters, but simply mere humans.

Alucard didn't really care about it. Moreso, he has gotten tired of begging for her to at least be benignant with him.

The only reason he's tolerating her behavior was because the mentorship was going to end next month, and he knew he was going to make the last laugh once she realizes her grade measures not only her skills in both combat but also her behavior.

Somehow, Alucard leans in to the daunting girl's ear as though he suddenly had a death wish. "Do you know any mental illnesses Lady Guinevere might have?" He said as quiet as he could.

Eden backs away, cringing at how surprisingly low his voice was uttered. "How should I know? Do I look like I'm her psychiatrist?"

"You're a clever girl, so you must have noticed something strange or wrong with her which has been happening ever since we got here," he said, scratching his cleft chin, thinking thoroughly as he gazed at her.

Eden looks away, bothered by the way her mentor was looking at her right now. Something catches her attention on the window. The glass was breaking, cracks forming on the translucent material as though done by sorcery.

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He knew she was in this house.

"Gwen," Aurelius called out, walking inside the dark room, the only light available was the dying sunlight seeping through every little nook and cranny of the roof made of straw.

Already knowing where she was the moment he stepped inside the house, he looks down on the bed layered with cleaned animal fur and pillows filled with bird feathers.

Guinevere pulled her palm deeper against her mouth so as to not make at least a whimper.

Cresta, I'm waiting!

"What's wrong with you, Guinevere?" Aurelius asked with a humorless chuckle. He begins to walk around the bed, every step prompt but heavy. "Ever since we got here, you have suddenly been acting like a leveret lost in the woods, running away from us, from me."

Another chuckle was released but it sounded uncomfortably familiar. An eerie shiver ran down her spine. So, Dyrroth never died in this world.