If You're Being Held Hostage, Wiggle the Carrot! - Chapter 55
Ivan felt strangely regretful, even though it wasn’t even his own heat cycle.
Ivan eased his stiff body, placed the little rabbit on his stomach, and closed his eyes. Having not slept for over two and half days, he quickly fell asleep.
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“Master.”
Alfonso slowly opened his eyes at the sound of his name being called. Even though he had advised against being disturbed during his prayers, he felt an intense desire to scold the messenger who dared to interrupt him. He was irritated by the interruption, but he exercised patience.
“I told you not to disturb me during my prayers. What brings you here?” His tone was polite enough to not seem like an order to his subordinate.
However, the subordinate, well aware of how cruel his master could be, was instantly filled with fear and promptly responded without thinking twice.
“We have a problem.”
“How many times have I told you to get straight to the point?”
Alfonso, his voice slightly tinged with irritation, urged the subordinate to explain further.
“Our cursed dolls suddenly started breaking.”
“Their souls are destroyed, it seems.”
“There are almost a hundred of them, so I didn’t want to mention…”
“What did you say?”
Not paying much attention to his subordinate’s words, Alfonso was taken aback by the subsequent revelation and stood up abruptly.
“How many of them broke?”
“…About a hundred, my Lord.”
“This is not the time for this. We must go immediately.”
“Yes.”
He hurriedly left the prayer room with his subordinate and swiftly descended to the underground third floor. Without delay, he entered the storage room.
Inside, the walls were lined with hundreds of cursed dolls. Among them, he confirmed that about a hundred dolls lay shattered on the ground.
“Do you know who did this?” he asked in a grave and menacing tone, causing his subordinate to quickly lower their head in response.
“I apologize, it’s not easy to send an envoy there, so we haven’t investigated yet…”
“Hmm, it seems we need to revise our assessment of the assassins and infiltrators. Although the Wolf Tribe has always been opposed to our kind.”
“But, the Lion Tribe might be different?”
“…Our kind has never had good relations with any of the Beast Tribes. Stop making excuses and just figure something out.”
“Yes…”
Alfonso looked down at the shattered doll pieces with a dismayed expression before deliberately stepping on them, watching them vanish into the damp earth. There seemed to be little hope in the sight of the cursed doll being utterly destroyed.
If someone had managed to obliterate the cursed doll to this extent, they were likely no ordinary spiritualist. How could such a person be present in the Wolf Tribe’s territory?
“Who on earth… Could it possibly be that the Royal Family has come?” Alfonso pondered gravely, thinking about the rarity of psychics and recalling the possibility of the Royal Family having a similar ability.
Then, another subordinate came to find him in the basement.
“Master, a person from the Lion Tribe has arrived.”
“…Did they bring a letter?”
“Yes, but they insist that it must be delivered directly by you. They’re waiting.”
“Ugh, always so hot-tempered.” Annoyed, Alfonso clicked his tongue and adjusted his attire before leaving the storage room.
As he made his way up to the first floor, he continued to speculate on who the psychics might be in the Wolf Tribe. But none of the psychics he knew had ties to the Wolves.
Who would have guessed that spirits would cling to the Wolf Tribe’s leader in the first place? More importantly, the authoritative leader of the Wolf Tribe certainly wouldn’t have disclosed his condition to anyone.
However, who could it be…
Alfonso’s eyes glowed coldly as he reached the first floor. There was no point in getting into trouble with the Lions, so he intended to handle the situation with the utmost courtesy.
Returning to his usual courteous and outwardly friendly demeanor, the Marquis de Blanco entered the reception room with a subtle smile.
