Looking for a Husband to Confine Me - Chapter 43.1
Chapter 43.1
When I heard that Damian would be late for his appointment with the Kishar princes, I thought, Typical. It was a breach of etiquette to be late, especially for a meeting with the royal princes, but Damian had already made such an unconventional impression that I took it in stride.
It was surprising that Haroon didn’t seem bothered by Damian’s tardiness, but I decided it wasn’t my concern. Meeting Damian in the annex’s secret passage felt perfectly timed. I even thought it might have coincided with the knights’ unexpected arrival at the mansion. However, I never imagined the Crown Prince would be among them, much less accompanying Damian.
Damian was with the Crown Prince from the start.
Damian responded calmly to the Crown Prince’s inquiry. To me, momentarily bewildered, he added slyly, “Didn’t I mention I was coming with His Highness?”
Come to think of it…
Recalling Ray Kewind and Haroon’s reactions to Damian’s lateness, it seemed they already knew who he was with.
The tea party was intended for the Crown Prince as well as the Kishar princes all along.
If the Crown Prince had been present from the beginning, Pazl wouldn’t have made his move today. He wouldn’t risk endangering the Crown Prince of Lefkind while trying to eliminate Bashar. But there had been no mention of the Crown Prince’s attendance, and the appointed time had even passed. That’s why Pazl, completely unaware of the Crown Prince’s presence, initiated his plan.
…They intentionally arrived late.
Haroon, dressed like Bashar to make him an easy target for Pazl, even deliberately went out to the gardens. Perhaps even summoning me today was part of the plan—to provoke Pazl into action.
Bashar seemed unaware of this.
I glanced at Bashar, his face grim. A healer, who had arrived with the Crown Prince, was tending to him.
We moved to the annex’s banquet hall, where the healers examined the injured. Thankfully, there were no fatalities. Pazl was restrained again with shackles. Even if he regained consciousness, he would only be able to blink. It seemed he would be taken directly to the Crown Prince’s palace prison.
Suddenly, a warm energy flowed into my left arm. A healer in a pristine white uniform was channeling her power into it. The pain gradually subsided, and the wound disappeared.
“It’s done, Lady Amelia.”
“Thank you.”
“You may experience some nerve pain in your arm for a few days, but it’s merely your body remembering the injury. There are no other issues.”
The healer explained with a gentle smile. I nodded, listening to her words. Her gaze then shifted to Lettie Hazel, lying some distance away.
“Your sister has only fainted. She isn’t seriously injured.”
“Thank you.”
Following her gaze, I glanced at Lettie. Lettie Hazel was unconscious, or rather, she had fainted. I heard she collapsed right after the dark transformation began and hadn’t regained consciousness since.
They’re certainly siblings.
Just like Kelliard Hazel, Lettie fainted at the sight of the monstrous creature. I felt a pang of guilt, thinking of the knights who must have looked after her while she was unconscious.
No, maybe it’s better that she fainted.
If she had been awake, she might have panicked and hindered the knights.
Besides, if I hadn’t been possessed, I might have fainted at the sight of the monster too. Considering Amelia Hazel’s original timid nature, it was certainly possible.
“Well then….”
Having finished her explanation, the healer turned to leave.
“Wait, just a moment.”
I lightly grasped her sleeve. Stopping in her tracks, she tilted her head.
“Is something the matter? Are you injured somewhere else?”
“That’s not it….”
I glanced at Damian, who was conversing with the Crown Prince. A healer was also by his side, tending to his wounds. Unlike my quick treatment, the healer was still channeling her power into him. His wounds were probably deeper than mine, so the healing naturally took longer. There was nothing to worry about. My mind understood, but I couldn’t help but worry. It was probably because I had seen his wounds with my own eyes.
“Lady Amelia?”
The healer’s voice was cautious as she called my name.
“I was wondering about Sir Damian’s injuries….”
At my words, the healer’s puzzled expression softened into a smile.
“There’s no need to worry about Sir Ditronil. His wounds were deep, but not life-threatening. He will heal without issue.”
“I see. I was just curious because it seemed to be taking a while.”
I gave an awkward laugh and released my hold on her sleeve.
“Rest assured. It simply takes longer for him to heal. Well then….”
The healer bowed to me and walked away, her pace remarkably quick.
…Wait, I think I heard something concerning at the end.
She definitely said Damian was difficult to heal. It didn’t seem like she was referring only to his current injuries.
Was it his personality, or was it his constitution? I started to worry even more.
I wonder if it’s related to his poison resistance…
