I Left The Time-limited Villainous Duke Without Saving Him 소설 & 이야기

‘There is a good chance that the achievements I have just established will be ruined. “Even though the Black Party has surrendered, they are still under my command. The moment I vanish or if I am found dead, everyone in the Black Party will gather to wreak havoc and make Yggdra the next Hestia Border,” Duke said maliciously. “Your Majesty, do you still plan to implant a biochip in my brain?” Mavice was fuming. She hissed, “So, you came well-prepared, huh?” “Everyone has to leave a way out for themselves, am I right? How could I step into Yggdra Palace unprepared?” Duke said coolly, “There will be another explosion in ten minutes. I wonder which factory will be destroyed this time.”

She managed a smile and stared at the tonic. “ If you don't drink that up pretty soon, it'll be your body that'll be let out. Hmm?” She walked out, shutting the door behind her. I coughed again, my eyes blinding with tears. I remembered the later incidents of last night before I passed out. Those eyes…. Was that the duke? My cough intensified, and I reached for the tonic. If it were poisoned, it would be much easier for me rather than be used as another ritual. But I doubted they'd give me the easier way out. I drank the tonic with shaky hands, and halfway through it, the cup fell from my hands and shattered.

the Duke said, closing his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his right wrist. "Why does my wrist hurt m...." he wanted to finish his words when he was shocked by what he saw. He read it aloud "It is a trap." "What does this mean?" he asked himself, intensely looking at it. "The only person who can write this is...Mr Brown?!" he exclaimed. "What is a trap?" the Duke asked again, looking up. He, then, realized something. The fighting of the undead men was a trap. His younger brother, Williams wanted to distract him and so he bewitched his friend, Mr Dewhurst, to lure him into the barn. He also brought him to this place, to deal with the Duchess.

I repeated once again, as I hope I'm hearing things i don't bear to hear be the actual answer to my question but my hope crash as she slowly nodded at my words. I suddenly drop the knife I was holding, causing for it to crash to something or. I softly look down, only to see the maid holding the knife that I drop directed at her bloody stomach. She layed there, staring at me before her figure turned into ashes. I slowly freaked out but when I suddenly realize something, I began to calm down. Duke Yan Leocubus... Duke of Yuan Empire, father of the villainess and last... The one and only person who will kill the villainess the moment he fell in love in the female lead....

The burns on my thighs have started peeling, revealing a fresh layer of new skin beneath. My worst injury is currently my broken arm, which I notice Violet isn’t being careful with at all as they drag me onward. I work to keep my breathing even as fear bubbles inside me while I wonder what Ava will do to me this time. Prince Owen will be gone up to three days. I wonder if I can endure her torment for that long. “My mate is such an enigma,” Ava muses out loud to Violet, though the words are clearly meant to be heard by me. “He spends all his time protecting one human only to jump at the opportunity to be the first to kill ten of them.”

Looking at how our hands overlapped, it was bigger than mine. The massive explosion of yellow light on our hands made me close my eyes. What was happening? "Beth? Is that really you?" I turned into a statue. The Duke, who went into a deep slumber, scratched his eyes. His mind processed why a woman was sitting beside her bed. I watched as he sat on his bed to face me. If earlier I was a statue, now I became a sculpture hammered into pieces when he suddenly hugged me. "I'm sorry, I didn't save you. You had to marry a jerk prince from another kingdom. Don't worry, you won't be his wife for long."

The group our age is expecting to mate at eighteen or to leave the pack in search of their fated mates in case they can’t find him or her within the members of Greenaway pack. We are approaching the part of the territory where Paul and I usually meet. I’m hoping I got here first and try to convince Merari to turn around. “See, there is nothing here. I’m not hiding anything from you.” I raise my hands on my defense. As I’m saying this, the duke came into view. “So, who’s your lovely friend?” He asks intrigued. I didn't like it, I know what he is capable of when someone catches his attention.

The Duke cut his servant unfinished sentences and shrieked, "Prepare the carriage now!" "My Lord, plea--," "Just do it, Albert!" The Duke ran as fast as he can through an opened door on his study room. After losing his deary wife, he can't lose his daughter too. If possible, he can traded his life for Cecilia. Armano's heart felt like been squeezed by a cold hand. He realized that there are nothing more important than his beloved Cecilia. He was already in the entrance door where Cecilia get out from her carriage.

His face was flat and cold, as though he didn't really care for any of what was happening. When Dominique slumped forward against Markus’s arm, still bleeding, still smirking faintly through the mess, Duke lifted the gun. It was aimed straight between his eyes. “Enough,” Duke muttered. “Time to end this.” Caspian didn’t argue. Markus didn’t either. For a heartbeat, the only sound was Dominique’s rough breathing, my own pulse in my ears, and the faint sound of Duke’s finger tightening on the trigger. Dominique’s head tilted, the blood shining on his teeth when he smiled again.

she said in a tearful moment. The Duke’s fingers reached for her chin again and let her look at him. “Indeed, you are still so young to be devoured by a beast. If you want to escape from here, someone is going to help you. Bear in mind that I was the one who sent that person to you.” He then smiled mysteriously. “When you escape, just make sure you will be successful otherwise, I myself will devour you,” he added and then chuckled thereafter, before leaving Gerthel with an open mouth, making herself completely looking like a fool. Gerthel shook her head as if trying to retrieve her lost senses and then scurried in closing and locking her door. She sat on her bed trying to control the fear th