Looking for a Husband to Confine Me - Chapter 41.1
Chapter 41.1
My thrown decorative dagger landed near Damian’s feet. He acknowledged it with a glance, and at the same moment, Pazl noticed it too. Although it was a harmless trinket, it seemed to register as a weapon in his eyes. His jaw tightened further, his grip on his sword increasing. He looked ready to kill Damian.
“They should be arriving soon.” Damian murmured, almost to himself, then moved with a speed that blurred the moment. He reached up and grasped the sword embedded in his shoulder, unfazed by the blood welling up around his hand where the blade bit into his skin. Pazl, on the other hand, was taken aback when the sword remained stubbornly fixed in place, held fast by Damian’s grip.
“Wh-What…!”
In contrast to Pazl’s shock, Damian casually withdrew the sword from his shoulder, his expression so calm it seemed to have taken little effort.
“You…!” Pazl gritted out.
A slow smile curved Damian’s lips. “I told you not to be so greedy.” He took a step toward Pazl, who instinctively stumbled back, losing his balance for a crucial second. Damian seized the opportunity, bringing his knee up for a strike. With a sharp click of his tongue, Pazl released Kelliard, using his freed hand to swiftly block the attack.
“Good. It’s important to know when to give up.”
“You…!” Pazl glared, teeth clenched. Damian, after a quick glance to confirm Kelliard’s release, pressed his attack.
“Ugh, hack, hack, hack!” Free from Pazl’s grasp, Kelliard coughed roughly, scrambling away from the two men.
Seeing the distance Kelliard had put between them, Damian’s smile deepened. He nudged the decorative dagger I had thrown earlier into the air with his foot, catching it in his free hand before striking Pazl.
“Ugh!” A dull thud echoed.
The dagger connected with the back of Pazl’s sword hand. Unable to avoid the blow, he dropped his weapon, stumbling backward, suddenly disarmed. The ornamental dagger couldn’t cut flesh, so it left no wound on Pazl’s hand, but judging by the sound, a dark bruise would surely bloom there soon.
‘He didn’t seem to hit him that hard….’
Damian’s expression remained serene, even after delivering the blow. He’d intended a light strike, but the sound it had produced against Pazl’s hand was unsettling. Perhaps he’d broken a bone.
“You…dare….” Pazl seethed, his eyes locked on Damian, who in turn picked up the fallen sword. He frowned slightly, testing the unfamiliar weight, then spun it expertly, pointing it at Pazl.
“So, what’s your next move?” He sounded almost accommodating, as if willing to entertain any further schemes.
Pazl’s brow furrowed, his eyes blazing with uncontained fury. He slowly lowered one knee to the ground, placing his hand on the floor.
“If you want a painful death, I’ll gladly grant your wish.” He began to mutter a low incantation.
“Stop, Pazl! Summoning a beast here will…!” Bashar shouted, but Pazl didn’t stop.
“Unlike the prince, I’m willing to give my life for His Majesty, Haroon.” He scoffed at Bashar’s words and continued his incantation. A dark smoke began to rise from the floor.
I clutched the holy stone Ricardo had given me.
“Damian, break the jewel!”
Unlike the stone I held, the jewels adorning the dagger couldn’t emit holy power on their own. Long exposure to holy energy imbued them with power, similar to a holy stone, but they couldn’t release it without being broken. Shattering them would unleash a burst of holy energy.
Crack!
Damian placed the decorative dagger on the floor and crushed it under his heel. The jewels embedded in the hilt splintered with a sharp cracking sound. At the same moment, Pazl’s incantation ended.
“You’ll regret not dying by my hand.” Pazl sneered at Damian. The black smoke swirling around him and the trembling floor suggested the imminent arrival of a beast.
But nothing appeared in the bedroom.
“Wh-What? How…?” Pazl’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I blocked the holy power in this place. How…?” He stared at Damian, realizing something had gone wrong. “What did you do?!”
“I don’t know,” Damian replied smoothly, advancing on Pazl, sword in hand. “I just did as my mistress commanded.”
“Who are you calling mistress?!” I blurted out before I could stop myself, drawing everyone’s attention.
