The Villain’s Aide Has Run Away - Chapter 103.2
Kailos’s eyebrows twitched with a hint of displeasure. The Count’s heart raced, wondering what was wrong.
Soon, Kailos responded.
“Should I be the one asking questions?”
“Oh, no, Your Highness. I will answer. I ordered everything. Leslun…”
His gaze darted around, and suddenly, a thought seemed to strike him. He smiled servilely.
“He handles everything perfectly. Whatever task he’s given, he always resolves it peacefully. Because of that… I didn’t do many bad things. So…”
He swallowed dryly and bowed even lower.
“I did order some bad things, but not all of them were bad,” he emphasized, his voice growing more strained with each repetition. His forced breath reached Kailos.
Kailos pondered this for a moment. A thin smile played at the corners of his eyes, but it held no warmth.
“So, you’re saying that what you ordered wasn’t a sin?”
At this brief question, Count Camilo’s shoulders trembled.
Kailos’s eyes narrowed, and a cold atmosphere settled over the prison.
Count Camilo struggled to speak, his lips moving silently for a while before he finally bit them and nodded.
“Your Highness, you clearly…”
“Ahh,” Kailos interrupted deliberately.
“You’re saying that Leslun interfered with your plans, so nothing happened,” he said, cutting off the Count’s attempt to bring up the incident involving Lady Miroi.
“But Your Highness…”
“When did I ever command you to sin?” Kailos asked, his voice sharp.
Count Camilo’s body stiffened as if struck by lightning. He tried to understand the meaning behind Kailos’s words, but his mind felt paralyzed.
Meanwhile, Kailos examined the torture instruments. The metal tools glinted in the torchlight.
With each movement of Kailos’s hand, the Count flinched, sweat pouring down his face as he cowered.
“Should I take him? I’ll give him to you. I’ll never covet Leslun,” the Count pleaded, his voice filled with a mix of hope and fear.
“Take him? That makes me feel good and bad at the same time,” Kailos replied, tilting his head. The Count’s face brightened momentarily.
“But it also irritates me,” Kailos added, and the Count’s face paled.
The Count’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. His hands trembled, and soon the tremor spread throughout his body.
“I, I’m sorry. I’ll treasure Leslun forever,” he stammered, trying to correct his earlier mistake of referring to Leslun as an object.
But it was too late.
“No, you’re right,” Kailos said, holding a sharp, long spike. He walked back towards the Count, speaking casually.
“Leslun is mine. He belongs to me, and he can’t leave without my permission.”
Everything suddenly became clear to Kailos.
“Of course, I should protect what’s mine,” he thought, his expression easing.
Leslun was different from other possessions. He was alive, so Kailos would cherish him, not throw him away or strike him.
The feeling was like a sweet dessert, but also something sticky and clinging, lodged deep within him. It was unfamiliar because he had never held it before.
Like an animal behind bars, unable to reach its prey, drooling and losing its mind with hunger.
As Kailos clarified his obsession with Leslun, his expression relaxed.
“Now, let’s focus on you, Count Camilo,” he said, causing the trembling Count to look up, only to see the spike in Kailos’s hand.
“What did the Empress order you to do?” Kailos asked, running his fingers along the spike.
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