Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 226: He Is Coming.

Chapter 226: He Is Coming.

Midnight.

Somewhere in the citadel.

Critic Citadel, Critic-Ishire.

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Salvadore stood with a veiled woman, he had thought he could kill this woman with the help of his brother but after he unceremoniously left this place, he decided to make a change of plan. Besides, years ago by trying to outcast Theodore for said ’treason’ he had made his brother even more popular than the title of being crown prince, forcing everyone to hate him or pretend to at least, people were feeble and gossip mongers and slowly the story changed making Theodore even more horrific in the eyes of the people. Now he was merely trying to complete what he started.

Destroy Theodore.

"What shall I get in return?" he asked the figure, she shifted, her body oozing with spine chilling energy.

"Power" she bellowed. As he sucked in a deep breath, she added, "Unbridled and complete"

He nodded, both his fingers cupping his shaft in a confident posture, "Do I get a name now?"

"I am commander Zamora" she replied sharply, perhaps not threatened by what he could do because she knew he couldn’t do anything and it bothered him that she thought so highly of Theodore, was he that formidable that she needed secret weapons to hurt him?

"Now, give me his core" she ordered.

"She is with him" he let out, ominously, "His core is the berry blooming in the midst of thorns"

"What about his distraction? Who is it?"

Salvadore took a deep breathe before telling her something that destroyed Critic Arley.

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Midnight.

Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire

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It was still dark when Conan decided he couldn’t sleep until he talked to Helena and knew what was going on with her, so he left his bed and headed for her room, just as he would knock on her, it swung open and because the corridors were dark the light in her room made him blink, "Helena" he gasped.

She collapsed into his arms with a sniff. Surprised but also familiar he ran his palm down her back pressing her into him as he walked into the room and shut the door behind them. "What happened? Nightmares?" he asked, cupping her face.

She had been having nightmares about the man who was looking for her and her mother ever since the passing of her mother and he knows now that he was getting closer, he was now intentionally haunting her dreams. He asks if she remembers him and she was terrified. Her instincts were telling her to run but the first time in forever she felt safe and wanted, she had a root and a group, she didn’t want to leave the mansion, this team because of her father.

She would stay and fight with the lord’s people, and they would win, but after coming back from the marketplace today, she couldn’t help the white fear gripping her, she was grateful for Mait and could finally take a break from work.

"Why did you lock your door earlier?" he asked, but she only shook her head. "What made you look so pale earlier?" he swiped his thumb over her lips, his gaze following the action.

"My dear, talk to me" he pressed a kiss to her head.

My dear? and she cried even louder, her emotions were at peak and Conan could only hold her.

"If you cry so much you would become hungry and we are not at the bungalow" he whispered and finally she laughed, it broke the chain of tears and she drew back to stare at his face. He looked so protective and handsome she gulped, how on earth does he look so handsome?

He wiped the tears away from her lashes, she was sitting leg folded between his legs and he hungered for them to be closer so he leaned in and captured her soft lips in his firm ones, he drew her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked it for a second, he pulled back and pressed a soft kiss on her lips before swiping the tip of his tongue over her lips before diving in again.

He cupped the back of her head, his fingers buried in her luscious hair, in gentle swipes his thumb went under her ear, while she let out a small moan and gripped his arm, his rippling muscles teasing her, she nibbled on his lip unconsciously and he groaned desperately kiss her with the fire of a starved knight before drawing back and wiping her lip with his other thumb, he watched her face for a while before he smiled, Helena’s gaze fell to his lips and she raised it back to his eyes and smiled back a soft laugh, and they knew then and there that they would exist together forever if they could get kisses like this from the other, to embrace each other and be the reason the other cease to tear.

He left her for his room that night to save his heart and mind after she slept off and she woke up in the morning sweating with dread enveloping her heart.

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Dearest Critic.

(She) He is coming.

For Critic Arley,

For me too.

I know this and yet I talk.

Save yourself, from me too.

Run? Hide? Fight?

It is hard to sit, so I just walk.

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Yours Omitting.

Muckraker.

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Night.

VeilShadow Woods, Critic-Ishire.

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"The almost-legend is running away" a brown haired witcher taunted.

He is the only witcher among the dozen magic practitioners and he acts like a leader to them all.

"An almost legend?" a slim slimy looking woman asked.

"She would have become a legend if she died instead of running away, now she is just a coward," the witcher said with a nod.

A magic practitioner with bones protruding on his shoulder asked, "Is that what she said?"

"No, the whore said she would walk!" another voice hollered.

A tall caramel skinned girl popped a bone from between her teeth, "Who are we talking abou?" she asked.

"Clueless Grace is at it again" a plum older man retorted.

Everyone laughed understanding what the man had said as they continued eating.

Said Grace came up again with a question, "Have any of you read the muckrakers papers?"

They all looked at her like she was a disappointment before doing other things after a sigh, "Everybody should be ready and waiting, our channel is ready, we just need his go" the witcher announced.

Grace was curious yet again, "His go? or her go?"

"I hate this girl" the witcher breathed, his eyes dancing with uncontrolled mirth.

Soon was closer than they all thought.

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Night.

Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arkey, Critic-Ishire

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Conan felt drenched with fear the moment he finished reading the muckrake.

For some reason he has been infatuated with the person behind the papers ever since she first published and the excuse that he needed her to heal his mother had been a good one until Helena came and became everything he needed.

His quest to find her the last time had been cut short by Helena, though Helena had become important, whenever he read the muckraker and gathered her papers, he felt a piece of him would always be with the writer and knowing now that she was in danger, he couldn’t rest.

She had to be saved, if she was alone, he wished to find her and make her join their group because they had the same enemy.

’He had to save her’