Looking for a Husband to Confine Me - Chapter 39.2
Chapter 39.2
“A servant trying to kill his master? Aren’t you ashamed?” Damian’s voice held no trace of mockery. He sounded genuinely curious.
“Who said he’s my master? This is something only a Kishan citizen can do. I know who Kishan truly needs.” In other words, Bashar was expendable.
I saw Bashar listening impassively to Pazl’s words. He seemed unaffected by the insults, indifferent to whatever Pazl might say.
As Damian took a step to leave the bedroom, Bashar stopped him.
“Wait.” With an impassive expression, Bashar stepped into the wrecked sitting room, directly into Pazl’s line of sight. Damian followed slowly, his sword openly drawn. Pazel’s eyebrows twitched at the sight of the weapon.
“Stop. Don’t move.”
Damian calmly stopped and stared at Pazl. “Put down your weapon. Unless you want to see this knight die.”
“Pazl, I told you he has nothing to do with us.” He’d implied he wouldn’t harm Kelliard if Bashar emerged from the bedroom. Now, he acted as if he’d never said such a thing.
“I said I wouldn’t harm him immediately. Besides, you’re not my master, so I have no reason to obey you.”
“…How long do you intend to deceive me?”
“Deceive? Such a preposterous accusation.” Pazl’s expression and gestures were exaggerated, theatrical, almost mocking.
“I’m merely removing unnecessary obstacles for my master, Your Highness.”
“Unnecessary obstacles? Are you referring to me?”
“You understand perfectly.”
“…Did my brother Haroon order this?”
“Perhaps.” Pazl’s vague answer was clearly meant to sow discord between the brothers.
“Your evasiveness tells me Haroon has nothing to do with this. Which means the Queen orchestrated it.” Bashar knew Pazl as well as Pazl knew him. Displeasure flickered across Pazl’s face, caught off guard by Bashar’s insight.
“Does it matter? You are unnecessary in this world, an obstacle to my master. Simply disappear quietly.”
“….”
“Haven’t you always wanted to help His Highness Haroon? But your existence is a burden to him. So, won’t you make the right decision for his sake?” Pazl pushed Kelliard forward, his gaze fixed on Bashar’s face.
“Of course, for the sake of this incompetent knight, I hope you make the wise choice.” As Pazl tightened his grip, Kelliard struggled more violently, strained sounds escaping her throat.
“Your Highness Bashar. Ugh, I’m alright. For your sake… I can sacrifice my life… so… Your Highness… think of your own safety first. Urgh!”
“Shut up!” Pazl squeezed harder, silencing Kelliard. His words, at first glance, sounded like a knight willing to sacrifice himself for his prince. But his true intentions were different.
Save me now, Amelia! His fierce glare, unnoticed by the others, was directed at me.
He’s still got some fight left in him. Feigning loyalty to Bashar while threatening me… he could withstand a little longer. This was where his Crow Knight training came into play.
Pazl doesn’t even consider me a threat. The servant’s attention was solely on Bashar and the armed Damian. I was someone he could dispose of at any time.
After surveying the bedroom, I cautiously followed them into the ravaged sitting room. Something on the floor caught my eye: scattered, dark stains. He spilled it here too.
Though obscured by broken furniture, the floor was awash in black oil, as if someone had poured it across the entire space. If this oil neutralized divine power, then summoning a beast here and now would be possible.
Summoning a beast is a last resort. Before that… I looked at Bashar, his lips pressed firmly together. Just as Bashar had read Pazl’s actions, he had also grasped Bashar’s personality, and therefore, the prince’s weaknesses.
The earlier comment about Bashar needing to die for Haroon’s sake was clearly meant to provoke him. Pazl likely assumed Bashar would believe his disappearance was the best thing for Haroon. If this were the Bashar I first met… I recalled Bashar’s confusion and uncertainty in the bedroom earlier, questioning Haroon’s actions.
While his willingness to die for him remained unchanged, he wouldn’t fall for Pazl’s scheme so easily this time, not while he still sought answers about Haroon’s behavior. “I’m afraid I can’t die just yet.” As I suspected, Bashar shook his head. Pazl, in turn, furrowed his brow at this unexpected response.
“You claimed you would do anything for His Majesty, yet it seems those were empty words.”
“I would do anything for my brother. But is my death truly what’s best for him?”
“Of course. You are nothing but a hindrance to His Majesty.”
“I thought so too. But I haven’t actually asked Haroon what he thinks.” Pazl stared at Bashar as if he’d spoken nonsense.
